Stolen Hearts

V. Pillow Forts

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When I wake up, I'm in an extravagant room.  The curtains were creme with black lace,  the bed sheets were silk,  the bathroom made of marble, and the carpet was as soft as kitten's fur.  

I had been left in Conner's shirt and my panties, but there was a pair of skinny jeans, a red lace bra with matching panties, and a creme colored tunic sitting on the dresser.  Then I realized that those clothes belonged to me.  Throwing the closet open I saw my suitcase with a few clothes stuffed in as well as some shoes.  There was only enough for 2 weeks or so.  In the dresser were some other underthings of mine as well as 3 nightgowns.  Scowling I grabbed the clothes and walked into the bathroom.  I quickly washed my hair, brushed my teeth, and put on my clothes.  

Walking out I saw that a tray was sitting on my bed.  On it was 2 slices of bacon, 2 slices of toast, and an egg.  There was a mini fridge inside the room stocked with milk, juice, coke, water, and vodka.  I quickly ate up and decided to figure out where the hell I was.  I sneak out,  tip-toeing across the hallway until I came across a pair of stairs.  Damn this was going great.  Not a single human in sight!  Too easy for a ninja of my prowess.  

Once I reached what seemed to be the garage I saw car keys neatly hung up.  I grabbed one and ran into the garage, to find it empty.  What the heck?  Suddenly someone begins to slowly clap.  

Whirling around I see a guy leaning against the door frame.  "Congratulations bella,  it only took you half an hour to walk down 2 hallways, and a set of stairs."  He had a slight accent, Italian I think.  He steps forward into the light, so I can see him clearly, and Mamma Mia he is smokin.  

He's around 6 ft,  with blonde hair and light gray-green eyes.  He's muscular, but not overly buff with high cheekbones and a strong, chiseled jaw.  I'm staring at his perfectly soft, pink lips when I realize he's scowling.  At me.  Frightened I step back and he smirks.  Hmph.  

"Who are you?"  I ask, and instantly his glare is back.  "No questions, bella.  Come on.  You aren't leaving."  He turns and reluctantly I follow him.  He leads me up to what is presumably his office, which happens to be right across the room where I escaped from.  Darn, no wonder he caught me.

"Sit."  he points to a sofa.

"I'm good."  He glares, but doesn't push it.  Silently I watch him, wary of what he'll do next.

He simply stares back at me.  Unnerved I repeat my question, "Who are you?"

"Landon."

"Why am I here?"

"Because."

"That's not an answer."  he shrugs, waving his hand.

"Who are you?  The leader's son?  Why did you father kidnap me?  I am of no use-"

"Shut up.  I kidnapped you because MY men were seen by you, so they brought you to me so as LEADER, I can decide your fate."  

"Geez I get, you're the leader no need to yell."

"I didn't yell." Mimicking him, I shrug while waving my hand as if shooing a bug.

His eye twitches and his fist clenches.  I smirk.  But instead of blowing up he smirks back.  My smirk fades.  

"Listen bella, I am the kidnapper here, and you are the kidnapped.  You listen to me.  Clear?"

 I nod.  "Good,  Don take her back to the room.  And lock it this time."  

Guy 2 walks in and grabs my arms, pinning them behind me.  He pulls me against him to stop my wriggling and begins to walk me out.  I struggle some more and he brings his lips next to my ear,  "You better stop moving Princess unless you'd like me inside of you."