The Other Half [ON HOLD FOR REWRITE] / MAFIOSA

Chapter Sixteen

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I wake up to find myself tied up against an uncomfortable chair with a table and chair in front of me. Looking around the room, I see that the walls are all a somber shade of gray, including the ceiling that has a dim lighting fixture. This room is compact, fitting barely the table and two chairs here. The door separating me from what's outside is on the far left corner.

Fucking hell, I need to get out of here but how? I'm tied up pretty tightly. As I try to liberate myself, the door opens and a tall man walks in. I can't fully see much to him because of the hoodie casting a shadow over his face due to the bad lighting. Damn it.

"Well, well, we meet again Alarice." Shivers go down my back as he says my name, but not the good kind of shivers, none like the one's Sebastian gives me.

The mysterious man speaks up, his voice seems familiar but I can't exactly point out who it is. "What a pleasure."

I scoff. "I can't say the feeling is mutual."

"It's funny how this time I'm the one with total control and you aren't.This must drive you crazy, isn't it? Because you can't do anything, nor do you know what's about to happen." He lets out a malicious laugh then walks around to where I am, placing his two hands on my shoulders.

I cry out in pain as he digs his fingers into my shoulder blade. "Vete a la verga, pendejo."

"You know, you were suppose to have taken up our sexual offer after you would have given us the investment we wanted, along with you." He sneers.

I stiffen up when it clicked as to who this is, my only question now is why? And what could he possibly want from me? It can't be because I didn't sleep with him and his brother, they wouldn't go as far as hurt the ones I love because of one lay... could they?

He takes in note my realization then chuckles. "Ah, you remember who I am. That's great. Now you must be wondering what are you doing here, right?"

I stay silent, closing my eyes as I breathe in gently to try and relax myself.

Just as I was starting to control my emotions and thoughts, my hair is yanked back in a fierce grip, making my head look up to the man standing behind me, James.

"Listen here bitch, when I speak to you or ask you a question, I expect a damn answer. Got it?" James demands.

Nothing could come out my voice, I'm not sure if it's because of my pride or because I'm sca-no, nervous as to what could happen.

A hand smacks my cheek with a brutal force, making my head stay where it landed. Tears threaten to prickle out my eyes but I close them quickly to stop that from happening.

I will not give them the satisfaction of seeing me weak, let alone show any amount of fear.

"I thought you'd be a little more cooperative than this Alarice." He tips my chin up to meet his dangerous glares then slides his index finger down my neck to the valleys of my breast.

This sick bastard better not try anything. I don't care how tied up I am, I will put out a fight.

"What do you want James?" I grit out my teeth.

He places distance between us then sits down in the chair in front of me. "I want a lot of things, many coming from you," over my dead body, "however, that's not the case right now. You see, when you denied the investment and our invitation, you and your blond haired friend ruined my boss's initial plan. That investment was suppose to cripple your business, leave you vulnerable.