Compromised

Chapter 6

The muscular man in the middle of the three continued to stare at me with a hard expression on his face. One of the men standing beside him cautiously entered the room. With his gun still pointed at me, he walked over to one of the men closest to him on the floor. He bent down, and placed two fingers on his neck.

"He's alive. But barely." He said as he looked at the muscular man with grey eyes. The man did not seem fazed by his words, as his eyes were still locked onto mine.

"Let me save you the trouble. He's the only one that's dead." I said with a scoff as I nodded to the man sprawled on the floor in front of me. "The other two are just knocked out." I said as I looked back up at the muscular grey eyed man again. He was like a damn statue, and his presence was one that demanded respect and commanded authority. I felt rather uneasy under his gaze, and I've yet to decipher if it was from how attractive he was, or how deadly he appeared...most likely an unpleasant mixture of both.

They grey eyed man started walking towards me slowly, his hands behind his back as he stepped over the bodies on the floor, his eyes never leaving mine. The closer he got to me, the more his cologne flooded my senses, and I felt my breathing hitch slightly at the tantalizing scent. I didn't back away, or act afraid. I was good at acting, but not good enough to keep up this innocent facade for long, God knows I'm anything but innocent. Especially after I just killed one man right in front of him with my hands tied together with rope.

He was a few inches away from me now, and he towered over me. He must be at least 6'3 or 6'4, a giant compared to my 5'5 height. He looked down at me, and continued to look at me with that emotionless expression painted on his face. His perfect eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if his mind was racing with ideas, questions, or theories as we all stood there in uncomfortable silence.

"And you are?" He said in a low voice as he stared down at me. He had a British accent, a gorgeous one at that. It wasn't subtle, but it was excessive either. His deep baritone voice was like silk. It was the kind of voice that you wouldn't mind hearing all day and all night.

"Blaze Simmons." I answered as I looked up at him unafraid of his intimidating appearance or demeanor.

"How did you get here?" He asked in an unemotional tone.

"I went to a bar, and James kidnapped me when I left." I said barely above a whisper. He looked at me for a few more seconds as his eyes narrowed. He turned around and walked towards the men at the door.

"Take the ones that are alive, bring them to the basement." He said smoothing as he slowly walked towards the door. I furrowed my eyebrows in slight confusion as I tilted my head and watched him walk away. As if reading my mind, he stopped walking and looked over his shoulder at me, and then his eyes trailed down my body, looking at the blood stained lingerie that I was wearing. I inhaled sharply as I brought my arms closer to my chest in a sad attempt to cover my body from his chilling glare.

"Jacket." He said in a low voice voice as he looked at the man still standing by the door as he held out his hand, his palm facing the ceiling. The fear filled man quickly obliged, and frantically took off his suit jacket and handed it to the grey eyed man without question.

The muscular man turned back around and quickly walked towards me, until he was behind me. I felt his fingertips graze my skin lightly before he draped the jacket over my shoulders. It reached down to my thighs, and was large enough to completely cover my body with buttoning it.

"Come with me." The grey eyed man said in an emotionless tone as he walked in front of me again. I hesitantly started to walk towards the door, watching as the two other men started to carry the bodies.

I walked out into the hallway, and saw that the muscular man was a few meters ahead of me already, his hands in his pockets as his long strides carried him across the cement floor. The hallway was dim lit and eerie. Dozens of doors just like mine were lining the walls, and it made me wonder if other girls were here too. The thought made my stomach churn with disgust that other women had to go through what almost happened to me just now. I quickened my pace until I was walking closely behind him. I heard footsteps behind us, and looked over my shoulder to see that the men were carrying the bodies and following us.

"Where are we going?" I asked the grey eyed man as we neared the end of the hallway. He didn't even look back, nor did he say anything. I quickly took the hint, and silently followed behind him, listening to the echo of footsteps that bounced off the walls. We went up a flight of stairs, leading to a large metal door.

He opened the door at the end of the hallway, slamming it against the cement wall and filling the air with a loud thud, causing me to kick the door in order to keep it open so I can walk through it. When I walked outside, I immediately examined my surroundings. The door led to a dark ally in the back of an old warehouse. From the outside, it looked abandoned: the windows were shattered, the cement was chipped in multiple places, and the front door was off the hinges. In the alleyway, there were at least six or seven cars. All of them were blacked out SUV's except for one that was parked directly in front of us. It was a pristine gun metal grey LaFerrari, a limited edition car that was worth millions of dollars.

"Matteo." The grey eyed man in front of me barked. Immediately, a ran up to us, an assault rifle in his tattooed hands. I'm assuming that this  man is Matteo Black, the right hand to The Don and second in command of the European Mafia. He had on a mask, and I wasn't able to see any details of his face.

Is that really the Capo? If so, why is Matteo taking orders from him? Who the hell are these people?

"Take the women out of here and to the safe house. Offer them jobs, whatever they want. If they don't agree, kill them." The grey eyed man ordered as he pulled out the key to the LaFerrari. He clicked a button, making the passenger and drivers side door open and the car engine roar to life.

"And her?" The man who I'm assuming Matteo asked as he looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"She's coming with me." He said, his tone laced with boredom as he started to walk to the LaFerrari.

"Yes boss." Matteo said before he quickly walked over to the other armed men standing outside of the cars to the left.

Wait...boss? Oh fuc-

"Any day now." They grey eye man said in an annoyed tone as he looked over his shoulder at me. He was already standing next to the LaFerrari, glaring at me with fury swimming in his eyes.

Anxiety flooded through me like a tidal wave as I came to the realization that this man is the infamous, dangerous, lethal, merciless, Ryder Calderon.

Fuck you God for making the enemy so damn attractive.