Tall, Dark and Dangerous

six

A/N| I have edited the first five chapters, not very many major changes, but you may want to read through them again. Happy reading!

As the days passed, the boys and I have learned to live with eachother without having to converse in the slightest. They were still completely suspicious of me, as they should be, but they didn't act upon their thoughts. I maintained myself in my 'room' only coming out for small meals. Though the men aren't nice to me, the servants they have are. There's a small house staff consisting of six, two men and four women.

Marcel is a very kind older man that acts as a chauffeur, as well as a doorman. It's not even that big of a house, why did they even need a doorman?

Maria is the main chef, and she's the sweetest woman ever. She's in her mid fifties, and she has olive skin due to her italian heritage. She cooks me many different dishes to try during the day.

Carlotta is Maria's partner, doing the dishes, grocery shopping, preparation. She and I haven't met too much but she seems very kind.

Maxwell is a younger male, and he as well as Linda and Dayna, are the cleaning staff. They make sure our rooms are clean and our beds are made, bathrooms are tidy, and as much as I say I can handle it myself, they shake me off. They seem just as scared of the trio as I am.

"Miss Gabriella, Dominic has asked you to go to his office." Linda said kindly, and I gave her a small smile. "Linda, please, just call me Gabbie!" I asked for the seventh time, her proper manners always acting as if I'm superior to her.

"Oh yes! Gabbie, do you know where he office is?" She asks in which I respond with a nod. Turning the other direction, I head towards his office hesitantly. It's been at least a week since I've had to talk to any of them last, a week since.. the incident. Sighing, I gently rapped my knuckles against the door, before opening it.

His calculating eyes met mine for a second before looking back down at forms that seemed to be frustrating him. I refused to break the silence between us, and eventually, he cleared his throat. "I need your help." He said after a moment, and I looked at him with a furious glare. "You want my help, after you kidnapped me, nearly shot me and kept me locked in this house? You must be dreaming." I hissed softly, my anger finally showing through after several days of silence.

His eyes snapped up to mine immediately, surprised that I was testing him. "You don't really get an opinion on the matter." He retorted, and I rolled my eyes. "Rich, taking away my free will too?" He stood up quickly, his height making me step backwards even though I wasn't even near him.

"You will be going into Marco Dessalenté's home, as a young woman with a broken down car down the road. Once you say that, you will tell him that you need to borrow a phone. If all goes to plan, you will then go to then ask to use the washroom to 'freshen up' and you have to look through the house for anything relating to Christiano Walquez." He spoke sharply, ignoring my previous comment.

"I'm not going into a man's house and creeping around his personal things! I don't snoop." I grumbled bitterly, and as those words slipped past my lips, he eliminated most of the distance between us. "Do you honestly think I would give you a choice in this? I wouldn't even contemplate it." He whispered hotly, his breath, once again, close to my ear. Tightening up my body, I let out a huff of air. "Be ready within the hour, end of discussion."

Rolling my eyes as I turned, I walked out of the room. "Be ready within the hour." I mimicked once I was out of ear range.

"Oh boy, you wouldn't want the Boss Man hearing that." Asher chuckled, his laugh surprisingly melodic considering he's a possible serial killer. Shooting him a glare as well, I stomped up the stairs into my 'room.'

Truly, I couldn't believe than twenty five minutes later, I was ready, in a pair of ripped skinny jeans, as well as a band tee, preparing myself for this crime I'm committing.

As all four of us were getting in the car, I was allowed to sit in the passenger seat, next to Dominic. Of course, I wasn't happy about the idea, but he didn't give me much of a choice. "Do you know what you're meant to do?" He asked, his voice cold, but for once, not full of anger. Nodding my head, a permanent scowl was left on my lips.

"Now I know what you may be thinking, tell the man you've been kidnapped by three guys, get rescued, and live happily ever after. Just remember sweetheart, if you do end up making it out alive after you've told him the truth, we will find you." Harrison spoke from the back, after several minutes of quiet. Of course he had to be the one to say it.

I saw Dominic and Asher nod in agreement,
lips pursed. "Wait, is this man dangerous?" I asked hesitantly, looking out the window with angst. Dominic let out a dark chuckle, before nodding. "He's as bad as us, if not worse sweetheart. He loves to hurt people."

Despite mentally trying to calm myself and prepare, my eyes burned slightly, as the presence of tears made their way forwards. Clearing my throat, I nodded solemnly. "Because I'm just collateral damage, right?" I asked with an unamused smile, quoting him from a week before. I glanced over to notice his knuckles clenched against the steering wheel, so tightly that his skin was turning white with tension. He hadn't answered my snarky comment though, none of them had.

Within twenty minutes, he had parked the car along the side of a road. "His house is just a few minute walk forwards. Impossible to miss. Remember, if you run, we find you and trust me when I say next time I won't miss." Dominic spoke nonchalantly, as if my life was simply a means to an end. Scoffing, I nod my head; "Yes Sir!" I responded with mock enthusiasm before opening the car door and closing it behind me with a slam.

Hearing another door open, I froze, half expecting to be lectured for slamming the door. "Gabriella- wait." He said, and I turned to look at him from the corner of my eye. It was a surprise to me to see him right behind me, as I hadn't even heard his footsteps. He took another step, his body nearly pressed against mine. His left hand trailed down the small of my back, before his fingers hooked the back of my jeans. Too stunned to make any movement, I felt his fresh breath against my ear, whispering, "in case anything happens to come up.." Slipping something small in the back of my jeans, he was gone as soon as he came- and I almost found myself missing his warmth.

He handed me a tiny black gun, that couldn't hold more than a cartridge of five tiny bullets. Smaller than a handgun, for sure. Shaking away any reminisce of him, I walked seventy or so meters before seeing a huge home. I couldn't even call it a home. It was sleek with its design, with a modern touch. Not many windows were seen in the front anyways, and I cautiously headed towards the door reminding myself that this man was dangerous. Taking in a deep breath, I brought a shaky hand towards the door and planted the fakest smile I had even worn.

It was time to do the bad boys dirty work.