The Don's Princess

Unexpected

Ria's POV
It's been a week since I last spoke to Hailey.

"Hello Ian, how is she?" I ask with my phone to my ear.

"She's better, but she's asking questions," he informs me. He's beginning to care for her, and I can tell by his tone that he's genuinely concerned.

"You know what the situation is, Martin? I can't do any better right now," I remind him, and he sighs.

"I hope you know what you're doing, Miss Xaiya,"

"Just keep her safe," and with that, I hung up.

I've been ensuring that she's never without protection. I've had Ian take her home every day after school, even on the days she has extracurricular activities and work...

I need to do something about her working at those places. Ever since I got intel that she's been working, I've been meaning to put a stop to it but haven't gotten the chance to do it.

I'm choosing to keep my distance to avoid getting her hurt again, I couldn't live with myself if I knew she got hurt again as a result of her association with me.

A small knock is at my door, and I walk over to open it.  I'm currently in a black sleeveless tank top and a towel wrapped around me, resting right below my waist.

"Miss Romanov, you're needed downstairs," I'm told as the knock at my door is answered. Her eyes trail over my partially covered body, and I can tell exactly what she's thinking.

"Thanks, Hillary,"

She nods with a small smile and heads back downstairs. Hillary never really rubbed me as the type that was into other women but she does tend to steal glances at me, whether it's when I'm fresh out of the gym downstairs or just waking up wearing little to nothing. I'm that comfortable around her because it's easy to get rid of her if she makes me uncomfortable, to which she's never done.

I close my room door and head to the closet. Loosening the towel, I let it pool at my feet. Stepping out of it, I pull on the black cargo pants I had picked out earlier. I loose my hair, allowing my twists to fall on my shoulders.

Need fi get mi hair redone, it's been a while.

I spray on cologne before heading downstairs.

"Ragamuffin!" Reds laughs, dabbing me up. I laugh, entertaining his bullshit.

"Fuck off a dat nuh," I smile and he lightly hits my shoulder.

"Why am I here tho?" I ask when we both sober up.

"Yuh nuh know seh issa girl we wull near e property," he explains with his hands folded across his chest.

"Have any idea what she was doing?" I ask and he shrugs.

"No eno, yuh live backa God eno genna, it nuh easy fi find yasso. Look like she dah scope out he place, almost miss har to eno. She look like she well train," he continues and I listen keenly.

"Makes sense," I agree,

"She inna the "dungeon" still," he says and I nod.

"Ahh,"

The "dungeon" is just a small room where interrogations are done and cells are located.

I shake his hand firmly before departing and descending down the steps that lead to the dungeon. The sound of my feet hitting the metal steps echo and it annoys me but I continue.

I enter the space to find two men guarding the door, Otis and Prezzi, and another two at each corner of the room, Fin and Spur. In the center of the room is a chair that hosts a girl with both hands tied behind her and her feet tied to the legs of the chair.