Saved By A King (under reconstruction)

Chapter Ten

One week later

Jackson

"So you're telling me that you had no clue what had happened that night?" his voice made me shake my head in displeasure, I didn't want to talk about the situation more than it already has been discussed. Yet Salvatore kept pushing me to tell him the details. "Yes, you saw for yourself what had happened, I grabbed her and took her up to my room to clean her-" "And sleep with her." He had cut me off! God I hated this trait about him. "NO!" My voice was clear now, sounding angry but I didn't give two shits, Eliza was gone by the time I awoke. I had thought about going and looking for her, but I don't believe she wants to see me or even look at me. "She was gone when I woke up, last I saw her was this morning in the kitchen helping Milia cook breakfast." I sighed heavily, wishing that Elisa would just look at me, but no she didn't, and god did that make me furious. There was no need to worry though, tonight I would talk to her one way or another, whether she wanted me to or not.

Elisa

I had been cooking all day in the kitchen, doing my best to keep myself busy. "Elisa, you should talk to him." Milia began doing her best to encourage me to talk to Jackson, but I had no intent to do so.

Every time she brought up the conversation I would shy away, like I was doing now. "Elisa, Look at me." Her soft voice became angered, making me tense up. "I do not wish to." My voice was a small careless whisper as I turned away from Milia. She really didn't deserve this treatment.

"Fine, then I shall call Adole and have him ship you off to one of the clubs." My eyes darted over to her, my gaze never shifting from hers. Her eyes were filled with concern not hate, and her threat meant the world to me. When I had attempted my escape the week before, Adole had become furious and was about to send me off to one of his clubs to do only God knows what. "I don't wish to talk to him." this time i had looked up to her as i set the knife down. "What happened the other night, i don't remember a thing, there fore i don't wish to see him."

I had been cooking all day, and to have her come up to me and keep asking the same questions made me furious. "I don't want to even look at him." I threw the spoon down on the counter before storming out of the kitchen. I wish I could just be nicer to some people but that would take trust, and I lacked so much of it.

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"Then I told him that only one person could make me angry, and I sure as hell wasn't wasting my time on him!" I laughed along with everyone else at the dinner table as I gently sipped on my Languedoc Roussillon, it was a nice wine, I still couldn't tell whether it was bitter or sweet, the flavors seemed to change as I sipped. "Elisa!" I quickly looked up to our guest tonight, his name was Fremont Moreau, Adole's younger brother and capo of the Moreau crime family. "Do me a favor and go out to my car and bring in a box I have in the back seat, please." He then threw his key over to me before carrying on with the rest of our guests at tonight's dinner. I looked down at the keys before looking back up only to notice Jackson staring at me. I need to go to the car now...... I thought to myself.

I quickly made my way out to the black SUV that stood in the middle of the courtyard. As I unlocked the car I began rustling around the back seat, looking for whatever box Fremont was talking about. "What box could be so important out have to send me out of all people to go collect." I whispered to myself before feeling a sharp pain on my ass followed by a loud smack. "A box full of jewels, beau." (Beautiful in French) I quickly whirled around and saw Jackson standing in front of me. "What the hell! You can't just go spanking my ass, shocking me like that!" a chuckle escaped his lips before he moved me out of the way and pulled a large wooden case out from underneath one of the seats. "If you would just be quiet, you would know these jewels were for you." I shook my head, slowly making my way back to the front doors of the mansion. "Fine, I suppose I shall send you back up to your room then and take away your privileges." Privileges? "I am not a child, Jackosn!" I spun around so fast my head was spinning as only rage filled my voice, God, I hated being told what to do.