25-year-old Lyra loves to dance and hang out with her best friend, who is more like a sister. Lyra's world is turned upside down when she is taken hostage. Soon Lyra discovers she is drawn to one of the Russian men who took her and fights it, knowin...
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I'm not positive about what I was expecting, but it was not this.
"Ahh, My dear Delaney," a tall man with broad shoulder and pepper hairs say. If I had to guess, I would say he is approaching 60 but still in good shape with tan skin dark blue eyes. What catches me so off guard is the smile he's giving me, this man is looking at me like I'm fucking Wonder Woman.
"Uh, and you are,"? I question, confused. I mean, I came in expecting a furious man who wants to kill me. Something isn't right about this picture, and I'm waiting for the drop of a pen. I look closely at him and his facial features, something I didn't notice the first time. His eyes look well. I don't know how to say it. Lifeless, dead, cold.
"Well, dear Delaney, I'm dad."
My whole body tenses and I freeze like a deer caught in headlights. Then I get angry. I get furious. "Are you fucking kidding me, I exclaim! "Your fucking joking right," I laugh, sounding off.
The smile falls from his face, and I know he angry now for whatever reason he doesn't let it come through his voice. " Yes, and its time you learn who you truly are" Take her to her room.
"Your fucking crazy if you think you can kidnap me and want me to make up for lost daddy, daughter time, absolutely delusional." The guards grab my arms and dragging me back words, but I'm fired up and don't stop when I know I should.
"You sick twisted asshole; you kidnaped me for this." "Your fucking, crazy." "Where the fuck were you when my mother died, asshole."
Pain stings my face as my head snaps to the side. Shocked, I look up my father before collecting my self again, yanking me out of the guard's arms." Take me to my room," I say with all the venom in my voice I can muster. I turn, walking out of the room, not bothering look at the sick bastard.
"I'll take her," Viktor says, grabbing my arm gently, moving me out of sight. My mind is running a mile a minute. I don't pay attention to where we're walking. Viktor says nothing, and neither do I. Once we stop in front of the dark wooden door, he pushes the door open, and I step in. A king four-poster bedsits to my left white and gold think comforter. Glass nightstands one ether side of it. A few paintings and one big door that lead to a walk-in closet filled with clothing my size and a giant bathroom soak in tub, floor to ceiling black tile shower with so many showerheads I'm not sure I can count the sink its self was beautifully made of a Black rock.
"I'd advise not pissing him off, also don't bother trying to run you won't make it." "The place is heavily guarded." Viktor looks me in the eyes, and I can't help but wonder if its guilt I see in his eyes. I ignore it, trying not to care whether or not it is. The bastard still kidnap me. Rolling my eyes, I walk past him and back into the bedroom, trying to act tough when all I want to do is cry or break everything in this room.
"If you think I'm going to sit here and play the ruthless princess in daddy's castle" Your wrong and I'll gladly get hurt or die, but no matter what it takes, I will get out here," I say trying to convince my self more than him. Viktor smirks with surprise in his honey brown eyes." Laugh all you want but watch me go, I say, shrugging my shoulder.
" You can leave now to," but I know I'll regret it when he leaves the safety blanket, leaving me as he goes. I don't bother checking to see if he will leave before I lay on my bed with my back facing him. Moments later, I feel that blanket leaves me, and loneliness settles in my heart like a wrecking ball. Soundless tears run down my face as I think my world just turned upside down. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It's been A week. Seven whole days have passed since I have arrived. I can't say I have done much other than work out in the gym in the basement or stay in my room. Iv never been one to work out my job did that for me. The workouts let me think and put all my frustration out on something. So that's what I'm doing now.
The room has mirrors around the room. I use the treadmill first then small weights after I'm done with that I grab the boxing gloves and head for the Black bag hanging in the corner.
I'm going to play along. Hit, Hit, Hit I punch the bag and pull back, taking a deep breath. If I have any chance to get out of here, I have to hear his side of the story. Hit, Hit, Hit. I have to pretend to warm up to him. Hit, Hit.
"Lyra," I turn at the sound of my name in surprise right as the bag swings back at me and knocks me on my ass." ouch," I groan, glaring at Max. "Shit is you okay," he asks, helping me up."yeah, yeah, I'm fine," I say, taking his hand. "Boss wants to speak with you," he gives me an apologetic look. So far, Max has been my chief guard, and surprisingly I like him. I don't know what he's doing here or even how he got here. His easy-going and funny charter stands out from everyone else. "Okay, let me shower and change," I say, leaving to head back to my room.
I have not seen my father since the first day, but now that I have a plan in mind, I feel ready to see him again no matter how much I don't want to do it. Turing the hot water up as high as I can, I moan as the water burns my body. The first time I took a shower here and seen my regular shampoo and body wash set, I had been pissed. How long has he been watching me? What other personal details does he know about me? I had felt more violated than I already was.
I pick out the white puree set of bra and undies and a Black pencil dress that hugs my body with a slit in between my cleavage. Classy yet sexy. I pair that with Black pumps and dry my hair doing my makeup simple with Blake eyeliner and nude lipstick. I look at my self in the mirror, not recognizing the woman who stands before me.
The clothing I ware now is not me, but at the same time, a darker part of me recognizes how great I feel and look in these outfits that scream, power, money, and leadership.
I stand before my father looking for anything, anything human, but I see nothing. "You wanted to see me, father," I say, hating the word that rolls off my tongue so easily.
Something lights up in his eyes" I thought it was time we talk, come sit," he says, sitting on the dark leather couch.
"It's time you learn that I'm not the bad guy in this story." It takes everything I have not to scoff at those words. "Your mother didn't tell me she was leaving me." "She left and took you with her while I was on a business trip." " I have looked everywhere for you since you left." "That bitch stole you from me, " anger evident in his tone." I was going to raise you to be my pride and joy running my business after me". I raise my eyebrows at that. "Yeah and what business is that father," I say with a little too much sass. "You will find out when I think you're ready," he says with narrowed eyes.
"So what is it you want from me now after all these years"? I question keeping my tone light. My father smirks, leaning back against the leather couch." Well, for starters, I want to get to know my daughter, and then hopefully one day you can run my business with your brother".
"Uh, come again,"? I ask, not sure I heard him right." Viktor"! My father yells.
Viktor comes in the room with his head down in respect. "I'm guessing you haven't told her,"?
My eyes widen in horror, jumping off the couch. I look at Viktor while my father looks at me, confused at my reaction. I replay every moment I thought about him and the moments I had with him.
Viktor looks me in the eyes. "I'm your stepbrother," Is his simple reply. I put my hand on my heart and take deep breaths sitting back down. Oh, thank fuck, fucking god. My father looks at Viktor then back at me, then again at him, a wicked smile on his face. Something tells me I don't want to know what's on his mind, and I have had enough for today.
"Father, can we talk some more later"? I plaster a fake smile on my face. With the nod of his head, I leave the room being excused shutting the doors behind me. One thing I know for sure as I head to the kitchen for coffee is that I'm going to punch Viktor next time we're alone, and my father is a mad man who tells lies. .................................................................... Don't forget to comment,vote and follow, please
