Bound By Fate

19. Nestor

Water is splashed on my face and I jump gasping quickly opening my eyes. Everything is blurry and I struggle to clear my vision by blinking rapidly, my head is throbbing and I wince when a sharp pain slices through my shot leg.

“ oh god.” I say to myself ignoring the tears rolling down my face from the constant pain.

“ its nice to meet you, Maximilla.” A guy sited in front of me says smiling and I roll my eyes wondering why he is smiling. “you really are a spitting image of your mother.”he observes and what he said just gets me off guard.

“ How do you know mom?” I say trying to get comfortable and I wince again when the rope pinches my wrists.

He is in his mid forties or something, he has a few Grey hair and beards. He has a few wrinkles on his neck and face and he is using a walking stick, looks like one of his legs suffered an injury. He sure is rich or should I say wealthy, his outfit is probably worth thousands of dollars.

“ we go way back.”he responds staring at me as if he is taking in every facial feature. He takes in a sharp breath and,“ anyway that aside, am sure you're wondering why my men got you here in the most unfriendly manner.” His voice is thick with a Russian accent and a little bit of humor causing me to roll my eyes because does my pain look like a joke to him!

I want to tell him that unfriendly is an understatement but I say, “ of course its about Edward.”I stopped calling him dad not because he was never my real dad but because he traumatized me as a kid just because he knew I was not his daughter, what kind of a monster does that?

He smiles from ear to ear and I wonder why he keeps smiling like he is not planning on ending my life as soon as he gets what he wants just to prove a point to the Millans. “ no,” he takes the whiskey handed to him by one of the men standing around and I have never wanted whiskey this much in my life. It would really help numb the pains a little plus it would calm me down with the crazy shit going on in my life right now. “we found him and already dealt with him.”he takes a sip and stares inside the glass. “ there are a few questions…” he zones out and turns to the guy behind him. “ where the hell George.” he snaps at him and he grabs his phone in his pocket.

“ill call him sir.”he walks a little further talking on the phone before walking back “ he will be here.”

“where was I?” he asks and I shrug. “ oh yeah, there are a few questions I need you to give me their answers.”

I glare at him wondering how someone can inflict such pain on someone for their own benefit,“ am not telling you anything.”

“we will see about that.” He says making to stand. “ get her ready.” He orders one of the guys standing at the door.

“wait.” I call and he stops turning to look at me, where is he going, are they going to kill me? The panic is not letting me think straight “ I know nothing that will be beneficial to you.”

I figured I should try and keep myself alive right?

“Ill be the judge of that.” He says limping back to the seat. “ I ask the questions you answer.”

He unbuttons his fancy coat and leans in closer to me placing his left elbow on his left knee and the other hand is on the walking stick. “ where does the head of the security live?”

They were able to find me when they kidnapped me the first time which means he doesn't care about where mark lives or he already knows, he is just confirming if I will be honest with him“ you can easily find that information out for yourself so why don’t you just stop confirming if ill lie to you and actually ask what you really want to know.” I snap and he laughs lightly.