Trapped (h.s)

Chapter 34~Trapped(h.s)

Any song you want.

*Third POV*

The next day, both Armando and Damary began to get ready. In half an hour they would be seeing someone with lots of potential. Who would no doubt oblige with helping them. In the end, he had the same hatred towards both if not half of what Armando was feeling.

"You ready to head on out?" Damary spoke, walking down the hall towards were Armando was closing his bedroom door.

"Yes." He gruffly spoke. "Meet down at the back. I don't need anyone seeing you climbing into my car and reeling Harry's attention towards me which is unneeded, at this time. Now go wait, I'll be there in 5." Not giving her a chance to speak. He marched off and down the stairs.

Mumbling incoherent words, she send daggers at this back but nonetheless turned around and went towards one of the many back doors of the mansion.

As Armando descended the glistening stairway, he began to review his already formulated plan and his main point would be. All four girls. And one by one they would be eliminated. Once their done. He'd make a bigger strike. One that would finish her endlessly. Dear big brother Blake. Her weakness. Once finishing he would torture Harry for taking what belong to him. Make him pay for the time he had to stay away from being able to touch what was his and making her his. Everything will soon be put into piece. She would be his. Whether she liked it or not.

Pulling up at the very familiar house. He turned off the ignition. Both stepping out of the car they made their way towards the man who stood grinning at the front door.

They had arrived.

That's all he needed to see to work up his own plans. After all he was a snipper. No one other then himself would have that girl. Her stay was long overdue. He would take her down but not before have a taste of that beauty.

"Ah. I've been waiting for your arrival. Please, do come in." He smirked.

"With all the pleasure. Let's go, time to plan out sweet loving revenge." Armando nodded, walking inside the grand mansion before him. Damary who stood behind Armando sneered. She did not like one bit what the older fellow before her offered. She wanted into too. She was not going to be standing at the sidelines without having her own pleasure in taking Dayana down.

"No. I will not stand and watch this play itself in front of me. I want my revenge. I'm in or I will go and tell Harry what has been said in this room." Damary held her chin up high. She was not going down without a say. Before she could even process what was going on. Armando had her by the neck, pulling her up from her seat and sneering in her face.

"You will not do such thing. Now, listen and listen closely. I will not tolerate your silly request. You are to do what is told of you. Unless you want yourself landed somewhere underground. So you tell me what is your decision?" Damary desperately clawed at his hands. She was backed into a corner. Fuck. Not even her sensual body could rid her out of this.

"I-I will do." She tried to say but the hand on her neck made it hard for her to utter more. His hand was crushing her windpipe.

"Will do what.. Please speak louder, will ya. I don't have much patience here." He spoke annoyed.

If only you'd let me breath ass. "I- I can't...breath."

Sighing he reluctantly let her go. Damary clutching her neck, bend over desperately gasping for the much needed air. If he had pressed any harder she knew she would have stopped breathing. Standing back up she glared at Armando and spoke through gritted teeth. "I will do as I'm said to."

Satisfied Armando nodded and looked back at the man sitting amused of the scene that had played. "Then it's settled we will strike tonight. Damary will do as told and I will let my man know of what's to do. After Dayana's captured she'll be brought to you and I will leave Harry's residence before her capture. I'll meet you here and I'll take everything from there. The money will be deposit to your account once I have Dayana in my arms. Until then, it was a pleasure doing business with you, Martin." With a shake of the hands. Damary and Armando left the residence.

Martin sat looking out the window where the two idiots left. What a stupid boy. Thought I'd go with the plan. Shaking his head he grinned.

"Sir. The vehicle is ready." His fellow butler; Mark said.

"Ahh. My most trusted fellow; Mark. Today I will have the most gorgeous woman with me. Please do make a good meal. I wouldn't want her to run away." Martin chuckled at his own request.

"Of course sir. I will let Marsha know. Any other requests?" Mark politely asked.

"No that is it. Thank you Mark. You may leave." Martin stood up, dusted off the imaginary dust from his shirt and began to walk to the door.

Tonight.

He would have her body to be his. Even if it affected his relationship with his son. But who was he kidding. Their relationship had long ago vanished. Not that he cared or anything.

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A/N: Update. All I will say for my MIA, I am on vacation at the moment. Although the I hope it's an okay chapter.

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Please excuse my grammatical errors. Thank you.

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The next chapter includes mature content that is only suitable for MATURE AUDIENCES (+18). Read it at your own risk.