Breaking Point

Chapter Two

You Know Nothing 

Illianna

This is getting irritating.

How do I manage to get thrown right back into this damn cell every time.

"You can keep trying Tigre, but I'll keep catching you." He said. He has been been guarding me since I woke up, every time I think I have him, he appears from nowhere and puts me back here. I won't lie though, if he didn't kidnap me and he wasn't part of some fucked up mafia, I would've found him quite attractive, he has dark brown curls that fall around his light brown eyes and a sharp jaw with a velvet like voice that would make anyone shiver in delight, and he has a boyish type charm. I was I about to curse at him for the 80th time in a row when I head a new voice.

"Turn around," It wasn't the same velvety voice I've gotten accustomed to, this new voice was dark and sickeningly sweet. I turned around and had to hold in my gasp.

I was met with a tall brooding man, his skin the colour of deep honey and a mop of curly black hair lay on his head. He had a sharp jaw and small scruff was around like he hasn't shaved for a few days. His eyes is what captured me the most, he had dark brown eyes, with small gold flecks in them, they were framed by long eyelashes that brushed his cheek bones whenever he blinked.

To say he was hot was an understatement, he was gorgeous. But he had a dark aura around him that screamed danger, and I know by now not to take shit from people like him.

I stormed up to him glaring daggers at him, my fingers itched to punch him in his hot face, but my brain liked it so it settled for a punch in the gut. He barely moved and inch, but it felt like punching a brick wall. My hand throbbed but I didn't show the pain. The corner of his mouth turned up.

This bitch.

I pulled my arm up and aimed for his face this time, screw it, he needed to be less perfect anyway, but a centimetre before it reached his face, he caught my punch, his fingers curling around my own.

"Do not attempt that again" he said slowly, as if I was the stupid one. I basically laughed in his face.

"You better believe that I'm going to do it repeatedly. Listen Princess, I don't do well with kidnappings, I'm not a toy you can just steal. Who are you? And why am I here?" I spat at him. His eyes narrowed into slits.

"Did you just call me Princess?" he asked, ignoring the rest of my sentence. I pulled against him and he let go of me, causing me to fall on my ass.

"Yes I did call you Princess, Princess." His glare returned, accompanied by a scowl.

"You will listen to me, I give orders, and I do not take them. Do you understand?" He said darkly, his accent mixing in with his words. I stood up and jabbed a finger in his hard chest.

"You're not special Princess, I'm going to do whatever the hell I want." The minute the words left my lips. I was shoved roughly against the wall, my feet barely touching the floor. His face was so close to mine, our noses were almost touching, a dark curl fell in his face. Making him seem a lot less threatening.

"My my, isn't someone catty." His voice was deep and dark, I internally shivered.

"I prefer the term feisty." I said with attitude. Then I clicked in my head. Scary, large estate, creepily calm. Fuck my life.

Enemy #1 on my fathers long list of enemies, a power hungry mafia king. Just like my father. Santiago Sanchez. He smirked.

"Ah, pequeño (little one) you figured out who you're dealing with?" He said. If his accent wasn't so damn sexy I would've been disgusted by his words. I stood my ground. I mean, if my feet were touching it I would.

"You're the bastard that my father hates so much." I said coldly. He chuckled darkly, he took a strand of my hair and wrapped it around his finger, slightly tugging me towards him as he leaned to my ear, his warm breath tickling my neck. My breath hitched at his words,

"I'm the embodiment of the devil pequeño, and I'll make every minute you spend here worse than your last if you don't cooperate. So if I were you I'd do what I was told."

He let go of me and moved back. I dropped unsteadily onto my feet before leaning against the wall crossing my arms.

"But you're not me." I shot back. He chuckled, his dark eyes seemed to grow darker at the action.

"You really think that your fearless? You think talking back to me and giving attitude is hiding anything?" He said, looking away from me, "You're foolish, you talk a big game but you're as cowardly as your father." He turned to face me again. "I will destroy all of that defiance in you, and I will enjoy doing it." I blinked at him and for once, I was lost for words, my mouth sewn itself closed and I glared at him.

"What's the matter?" He mocked, "Where's all that energy you had a minute ago? All gone I presume?" I turned my back to him, and I heard him chuckle once again, and my blood was boiling.

"And here I thought you were going to challenge me." My fist clenched at my sides as whipped around.

"I don't give two craps about whether you make my life hell, I'm accustomed to it already, your threats mean nothing to me, nothing." I seethed, "You know nothing about me. I'm not scared of you overly entitled ass, hell I could care less about who you are and what you do." I marched towards him, stopping right in front of him. " You think I'm foolish, you're the one thinking this can hold me, just ask your friend. How's his eye?" I said with fake sweetness. He didn't move a muscle, just watched me silently as I spoke. I backed away from him, feeling a little good about myself since I shut his ass up.

"Illianna Edwards, 22 years old, born September 7th 1996, engaged to to Bryson Alabas. Does this sound correct?" He said cockily. He shoved his hands into his pants pockets and smirked at me. I felt my blood run cold at the mention of Bryson. I felt my heart rate quickening, I hated that man with a passion, and all I wanted to do was forget it, but as usual, Bryson always finds a way to torment me. I held in a sudden, he isn't here, he can't touch me anymore. Santiago's words brought me back to reality

"You see it's not hard to look a person up Illianna, it's easy to find out what a person is like by a first meeting. And Illianna, I see right through you. You like to believe that you're tough, that nothing can hurt you. But you're weak and hiding some deep past that you think you can run from, it haunts you and you're trying to escape it. This past of yours scares the living crap out of you and running away, putting up a facade is what makes you not afraid." Rage filled my entire body, I felt my cheeks reddening and my knuckles were turning white. I was infuriated

Because he was absolutely right.