Page 52 of Thalia De Luca

"Well, now I am. I need to find your sister," I say and get my phone out of my pocket. "Get your shit. Hurry up because I don't have the time or patience to be waiting for you."

Twenty Six

Rowan has been coming into my room every other day to feed me and make sure I am still breathing.

I have gotten a little of my strength back, but I still feel weaker than normal. My arms fucking hurt like a bitch too since they are still chained to the wall, and I haven't had a decent night's rest in such a long time.

I have been rotting in this damn room for almost two weeks.

Fuck I can't wait to go home and go to sleep. I have been daydreaming about my bed and what it feels like.

I have also been doing a lot of thinking about a lot of things which is kind of scary. I have been thinking about Alexander, my parents, the marriage, the whole mafia, and then what Vladimir's plan could be.

Speaking of him, I still haven't talked to him or seen him. The last time I saw him was when I first came here and when I threatened him.

I think I definitely scared him with my threat because-

"How is my little princess doing?"

My thinking gets cut off when I hear his voice. I look up and see Vladimir.

When the fuck did he get here?

I roll my eyes and look back down at the floor. "What can I do for you, Vladimir?"

"You know things are starting to come into motion."

"With what?" I narrow my eyes at him.

"My plan. My plan for your family's fall. Where your entire world crumbles in the palm of my hand."

"Sure," I chuckle.

One way I have been entertaining myself is fucking around with the guards outside my room. They are told not to touch me no matter how much I fuck with them or bug them. But now that Vladimir is here, I can threaten him again.

Vladimir walks closer to me and then kneels, so his face is right in front of mine. "You have such a big mouth. I wonder how your lover Alexander takes care of that or your father."

"And I bet you have a small dick just like every other douche bag on this planet." I then feel Vladimir grab my hair and pull me so close that I can feel his breath hit my face. "Get the fuck out of my face, do you have a decent toothpaste or something?" I groan as he holds onto my hair tighter.

I then feel a hand slap my face harshly. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

I chuckle. "A lot of things." I look at Vladimir and see him glaring at me. "Let me go," I demand.

Vladimir gets closer to my face, and I can feel his lips touch mine making me back up a little and almost gag from him being this close to me.

"Before I kill you, I am going to for sure teach you how to show some fucking respect," he sneers and he is about to say something else but then we hear noises from outside the door making Vladimir look the other way. "What the fuck?"

I headbutt him and then kick him in the dick making him groan and let go of my hair.

I feel myself smile a little bit. "You're fucked now," I state as he keeps holding his balls.

The door of the room opens, and I see a man walk inside the room. "Thank fucking god," the man says. He sounds so familiar and calming. His voice makes me feel safe. The man kicks Vladimir in the face and then takes out what looks like a knife and then stabs him in the chest dragging the knife downwards making blood come out of his body. The man stands up and he walks closer to me, and I realize that it's Alexander. God, I have never been so happy to see him in my life. Alexander kneels in front of me, and he takes my face in his hands. "God, we need to get you out of here," he says while trailing his eyes all over my face.

Do I smell bad?

I really hope I don't because if I do then that would be so embarrassing and gross.

"No shit, Sherlock," I say sarcastically, and Alexander rolls his eyes then unlocks the chains around my hands, making them fall to the floor.

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