Mine

Chapter 2 - Playing by His Rules

GABRIELLE POV:

The boy with the coffee skin and black hair shoved me roughly into what appeared to be the kitchen. I was too distracted by the constant fear that was bubbling in my stomach to pay much attention to the interior of the house, but I noted the massive wooden table and a gleaming silver dishwasher in the corner.

Stumbling slightly, I tripped into the first seat that I could find, my hip banging on one of the arms. Someone scooted my chair in from behind, and I found myself pressed so closely to the table that I let out a squeak of pain and grasped my stomach. The guy with the black hair and cold eyes who had shoved me moments ago sat next to me, while the other two from the car sat across the table, facing me.

"I think we could all use some introductions." The curly haired one said, "I'm Harry." My gaze flickered up to meet his, and I was startled to see just how cruel it was. He pointed to the man next to him. "This is Louis."

I dropped my gaze again, tracing over a groove in the table with my fingernail while trying to control my shaking hands. Harry spoke again, gesturing to the guy that was sitting next to me. "And that is Zayn."

I didn't look up this time, and I felt a strong hand grip my thigh painfully. Horrified, I snapped my head to see Zayn, smirking at me maliciously. "I like it when people make eye contact with me, Gabrielle. It's respectful."

I scoffed indignantly. "Oh, you're gonna lecture me about respect."

"Watch your tone." Louis warned, as Zayn slowly released my leg. I massaged it gently, wincing when I felt how tender it was under my fingertips.

I ignored him. "What am I doing here? What do you want with me?" My voice was relatively even and cool, and I knew that they were all surprised.

"We're in a gang." Harry spoke, and I was almost surprised by how direct the statement was. "A dangerous one, known as One Direction, or OD." Darkness clouded my features, and he smirked. "Perhaps you've heard of us?"

"Can't say that I have." I lied, knowing that he wouldn't believe me. "And like I said, how does that have anything to do with me?"

"When you're in a gang as powerful as this one, you get whatever you want. I can have as much money, as many weapons, whatever woman..." He paused, chuckling to himself. "That I desire."

I knew where this was going. "How'd you find me?"

He ignored my question. "You're mine now, Gabrielle. And I have some rules for you that I'd like to go over."

"This is crazy." I mumbled, feeling dizzy. I thought about pushing my chair out from the table and making a run for it, but I knew it was absolutely no use, and that it would put me in danger.

"First rule. You are to quit your job immediately." He ordered, watching my reaction. "Or I'll be forced to hurt little Hannah and baby Frankie." I felt my heart drop my stomach. I loved those kids so much, and the idea of Harry even looking at them made my skin crawl.

"I will easily be able to pay for all of your financial necessities, so don't even think about finding another place to work." My lips parted slightly into a gasp as I realized what exactly he was saying. He wanted me to rely on him for everything, to become completely dependent on what he could provide for me.

"Second rule. You will spend the night here whenever I say so. And on those days, you are not to leave unless I give explicit permission." He paused, smirking. "Also, on those days...I'll be picking out your outfits, and because you won't be leaving the house that day, I can promise they'll be revealing." His gaze dropped to my chest, which wasn't even showing an ounce of cleavage.