Held Captive

*Bonus Chapter

Gwen's POV

"I'm sorry to hear about your father. He was a good man." My father voices, sympathetically. I had my ear pressed up against the door as I eavesdropped on his 'very important' business meeting. I wasn't sure who he was speaking to but the voice that replies has the hairs at the back of my neck standing on alert. 

"The bastard is where he belongs." A smooth, rich voice speaks clearly. 

He wasn't speaking to me yet I still found myself flinching at his words. How could someone talk about their family like that. No matter how cruel my parents could have been to me, I couldn't imagine speaking down on them that way.

"Let's skip the pleasantries. You were in debt with my father, i'm here to collect." He continues. I blow out a breath and listen closely. My father never said anything about owing anybody anything and we never kept secrets in this family. Most of the time. 

I can hear my fathers exasperated sigh as the sound of a gun cocking reaches my ears. "How much?" 

"You telling me you don't have it, Brian?" He asks and it's only then that I detect the slight Italian accent on his tongue. We'd always had bad blood with the Italians going back a long time ago so I knew that whatever was going on here wasn't good. 

My father clears his throat and says, "Not at all. I just don't have complete access to it at the moment." 

"As much as i'd love your precious wife and daughter to find you dead, I want my fucking money." The Italian man grits before I hear the sound of bones being crunched together and my father coughing. 

"I can get it in two days...I promise." My father chokes out. 

All right, that's it. Just when I've decided I've had enough, someone grips my arm, drags me into the kitchen and pushes me up against the wall. My first instinct is to scream but as Chase's face comes into my line of sight, all the air seizes from my lungs and I suddenly find it hard to breathe. If it weren't for the light chatter I could hear coming from the living room between my mother and Chases father, I would have thought I was hallucinating. 

I hadn't seen him since the night of the party but he looked better than ever in a pair of designer jeans and a dark blue polo. It was the clothes his father made him wear. It was all a part of their image. The Compton family was always pristine and neat just like the business they ran and their money. His mother and father were both lawyers on the wrong sides of the courtroom who happened to fall in love. They neglected him. Acted as if he didn't even exist unless it was to take pictures in front of the press or go to those stupid fancy parties that rich people put on to flaunt how much money they have.

I may be rich but I wasn't entitled or oblivious. I was grateful for my parents and everything I had. I don't know what I would've done without them. 

"The fuck are you doing, Gwen?" His voice is a deadly whisper in my ear and I try my hardest to focus on his words instead of how close he is to me. I knew what he was saying without him having to say the words. He was asking what I was thinking spying on my fathers meeting with the Italians. A.K.A, a Mafia meeting. 

If i'm being honest, I wasn't thinking and I should have been. If the Italians had caught me spying on them they would've killed me for being an unaccounted witness and a possible liability. He and I both knew that.

"I..I don't know." I manage, looking into those angry blue eyes. I didn't care that he was angry. I just cared that he was talking to me. Looking at me. Touching me. God, what I would give to have him back. 

"You could've gotten yourself killed and your answer is I don't know? The fuck were you thinking?" He spits, tightening his hold on my arm. 

I wasn't thinking. I knew the risk and I stupidly still took them because I was a mess. I was a goddamn mess without him. "You're speaking to me."