His Queen

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Arielle groaned as her head throbbed violently.

"I wonder how much that dress costs." The man questioned before turning for the door,
"Don't worry, you won't be left alone for long."

She questioned the sour, metallic taste that lingered in her mouth.

"Get away from me with that." She stated as she watched the door open and another man walk in with a pair of shears and bag.

He was silent and said nothing as he stepped closer to her.

"I said, get away from me." She repeated as she attempted to free her hands from the binding rope.

The tough rope was beginning to burn but she continued trying to escape.

"If you move and I happen to hurt you, it's your fault." The man grumbled in a deep voice.

His voice didn't cause her to falter but it caused her to be conscious of her next moved.

Her face was stoic as she felt the cold shears against her skin.

Arielle gritted her teeth as she watched the man cut the dress from her body leaving her in nothing but her undergarments.

As soon as her cold skin hit the air, she couldn't help but feel vulnerable.

The man reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of sweats and a tight top.

"Wear this and come out when you're ready." He muttered.

With his back facing her, he continued, "I wouldn't try to run off if I were you, they got the entire place surrounded and you're gonna end up being chained up anyways."

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Despite working on the illegal aspect of thinks, Sebastian made sure to never get involved in the disgusting acts of human trafficking and drug dealing.

He knew better than that.

In fact, he tried to stop it as much as he could.

However, what was dangerous was that in his line of work, money was the basis of everything.

And money was a scary thing.

It was frightening what it could do to someone.

"Sebastian, your stomach—"

"Arielle isn't in the house." He groaned as he sat at the end of the table, "Which means Jaxon and I's incident wasn't to inflict actual harm on us but to stall instead."

"Did you pull anything up from the information Jaxon gave you?" He asked his team.

His voice caused chills to run down their spines as they avoided his glare at all cost.

"You were right about one thing sir," A man spoke up, "The man who had cut you was indeed Ethan Esposito and his boss was Stephan Pesci."

"Anything suspicious?" He asked, "Any other motives behind money? Obviously that couldn't have been all they needed from us?"

The man shook his head, "We need more time to find that out—"

"Well, we don't have time do we." He stated before turning to Jaxon, "How's the search for Arielle? Have you found anything?"

Jaxon shook his head, "All the leads have turned up blank."

Sebastian slammed his hands on the table before standing up and unbuttoning his suit as he made his way from the conference room, "Find her or else. There's no other option. Find. Arielle."

Jaxon couldn't help but quicken his pace and lead Sebastian to his office, "There's something we need to discuss."

Sebastian's attitude wasn't the best one to pull up a difficult conversation with but it was needed.

Sebastian poured himself a glass of hard liquor but stopped mid sip as he heard the words that came out of Jaxon's mouth after closing the door.

"Zach is missing."

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Arielle reluctantly dressed herself into the clothes before she made her way to the door.

The rope burn around her wrist as begun to look irritated but she stepped outside to be met with two guards, each one grabbing her upper arm and dragging her.

"Let go." She stated, "I can walk by myself."

She struggled with no avail until she was met with double wooden doors.

Arielle glared at the two men who had opened the door and thrown her in, causing her to land on her knees.

It was cold and dimly lit with yellow-tinted lighting but Arielle's look of disgust stayed as her eyes met with the man from the dress fitting.

"Even in such casual clothes, you still look captivating." He smirked as he made his way closer to her, "Make me wonder what you'd look like in less."

She clenched her jaw as his rough hands lifted her chin up to look at him, "I wonder if he's looking for you right now."

Arielle watched as he tried to move his hand to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear.

Immediately, she slapped him causing him to stumbled back a bit.

"Don't touch me." She calmly stated.

He grinned as he stood up and stepped closer to her, "They're all a little feisty in the beginning."

Arielle watched as he stepped closer to her before he grabbed her by her neck, "That's not very nice of you to slap people though, did Sebastian not teach you?"

Remembering what she had learned, Arielle took her two fingers and located the suprasternal notch right below his Adam's apple and pressed down and caused him to release his hold on her.

"You little bitch—"

"Anthony, leave it." A familiar voice called out, stopping the man from slapping her.

"She's pretty I'll give you that, but she's nothing but a bitch." Anthony remarked, "No where close to nice."

Arielle turned to the man who had stopped her from getting hit.

Zach.

How did she not piece the two together?

Zach Larson. Anthony Larson.

"A penny for your thoughts?" Zach smirked as he made his way over to the liquor cart, "It was such a pain in the ass to get you here, would you like a drink?"

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Updated: 7•28•20