Love Scars(Under Major Editing)

CHAPTER THREE

Katie's POV:

"Don't look at me with that expression on your face; you've disrespected me, and by putting up a fight and fucking up my men's images, you've made their jobs difficult. I would shoot you in the head if I didn't want to lose money." Glaring at me, he said. "You took me here against my will. You think kidnapping is a game for you. Do you always go around kidnapping young women? What a fucking dirt bag." I fired at him.

I watched as he stood up and walked swiftly toward me. "Oh Katie, you've gone too far". He grasped a fistful of my hair, causing me to feel pain radiating from the back of my head. "I won't let you tempt me. I have never abused any women." Anger and frustration were evident in his eyes as he spat. I wasn't scared or afraid; I wasn't either. My experience went beyond these simple terms. I struggled to keep my composure as he stared at me. I couldn't hold his gaze on me.

"Let me go! I clenched my teeth and grunted. "You didn't hear exactly what I'm saying, did you?" I struggled to escape his embrace as he snarled in my face, but to my surprise, he had me enclosed. How incredibly brave are you, Little Katie? Do you know with whom you're toying? When he didn't hear my response, he grasped my chin firmly and forced me to stare into his eyes once more. "Answer me, little girl," he exhaled, waiting patiently for my response. However, I was stunned and incapable of responding. "You were talking saying I kidnapped you, but the truth is that your fucking parents set a price on you, which I allegedly paid. You should be grateful little Katie." I couldn't believe it, and for a brief moment, my eyes started to water. Was I really that stupid? He laughed, letting his hands fall to his sides.

I know in my heart that my parents would abuse me and do other terrible things, so why would they sell me to this total stranger? "Besides that, I believe you are fully aware that I can kill you at any given moment, so leave my fucking sight." I couldn't move as he spoke because I was, for some reason rooted in place. "Why? Why am I forced to uphold everyone's orders?" I muttered. "Because you are nothing more than a tool," he exclaimed. As I repeated those words, my heart began to hurt," A simple lol tool, huh?"I laughed ironically.

"What a fool of a man!" I yelled, I don't care if that crazy bastard heard me or not. I absolutely despise the crap out of him. Just by looking at him, my voice booming in the hallway.

I noticed everyone staring at me as I climbed the stairs. I mumbled, "Bitch," rolling my eyes. What were you saying, little princess? I came to a complete halt and turned to face Michen, who stood up for the group. I might not have stopped if it weren't for you the follower, but I have to admit you're a real bitch. I wish I had the time to color on your face again." I said mockingly as I noticed Michen's scratch-covered face. Just as he was ready to respond, his boss called for him, "You little-" I chuckled as I mounted the stairs, "Your boss is calling you little follower." My feet finally gave way as the door closed behind me.

Lucio's POV:

I simply observed the blood-spattered wall. My knuckles were excruciatingly painful. I was already distressed, but learning that they were unable to trace this little shit made me even angrier. I always had the best hackers, but none of you can find him. "How could a man like him not be found?" I yelled, slamming my fist against the wall once more as the blood began to flow more quickly. "How meaningless after three fucking years with no news. I then threw a glass on the floor. "King, you need to calm down. I know you want payback, but that's not what you should be thinking about right now. If you don't stop rampaging like a madman, you're going to lose your fingers." I was ready to throw the vase at Michen when he muttered something, grabbing it out of my hand.

"Why the fuss if I lose a couple of fingers, since I have five extra that I can use it's not bothersome. Should I go check on Marcelo, to see if he's slacking off?" I said, arching my brow looking in his direction it was clear that fear clouded him, but I want going to do anything to him. "If you say Marcelo is the best, then you need to trust that he can find him. It's meaningless to go over there at a time like this. King he hasn't made any moves in a very long time, so he might actually be dead for all we know."