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MENTION OF PAST ABUSE
Micheal
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“Did you bring her?” I asked my servant.
He bowed a little before standing straight up. “Yes, sir.”
I arched my brows. “Well... where is she?”
“In the office, sir.”
“Is someone watching her?” I questioned him.
He nodded. “She’s fighting, sir.”
“You didn’t drug her?” I said then, immediately stepping around him to a suitcase. “How bad is she fighting?”
“I didn’t know to drug her, sir,” he replied as I opened the case, slipping out a vial and a syringe. “And... she’s fighting a lot.”
I just rolled my eyes after pulling the sedative into the syringe, turning back to him seconds later. “Bring me to her.”
He nodded, stepping out from the door and I followed behind him, holding my shoulders stiff as we finally made it to the abandoned office.
He pushed open the door.
My brows arched.
The girl was screaming, fighting one of my other guards as he attempted to hold her arms behind her back.
“Let me go!” she screamed. “I said to let me go!”
“What’s going on here?” I said then.
She stilled, gazing up at me in alarm.
“Sorry, sir,” my other underling said, “she fights like a mother.”
I just stepped in the room, and I noticed her eyes trail my form before she looked away.
Oh?
The first guard closed the door behind me and left me alone with the other and the girl.
“What’s your name?” I asked her then.
She continued struggling against the man behind her.
I stopped in front of her, kneeling down. “I asked you a question.”
She never replied.
I then caught under her chin to tip it up.
She shot out, attempting to bite me, and I drew back.
“Whoa,” I said, chuckling as I shook off my hand. “Someone’s feisty, aren’t we?”
“I want to go home,” she told me.
“Not after I caught you searching through my weapons industry, chica.”
“Let me go,” she demanded. “I need to go home.”
“You’re not going home for a while,” I explained to her. “So just sit tight while I decide what to do with you.”
I stood fully, about to leave, but she just screamed, fighting the man behind her harder.
I turned, brows arching.
“You don’t understand!” she cried, glaring at me. “I need to go home!”
I just held up the syringe, shaking my head. “Continue screaming like this, and you won’t like what I do, understand?”
She settled back into herself, breathing heavily for a moment. “I need to go home.”
“Why?” I said then. “You left the oven on? You left your dogs outside?”
“No,” she replied quietly.
“Then why do you need to go home?” I questioned her. “You’re just trying to get out of this, aren’t you?”
She shook her head. “Please... if I don’t go... he’ll be mad. I don’t like it when he’s mad.”
I paused then, watching her carefully as she remained frozen, lowering her head so I couldn’t see her pained expression.
She was being vague, but I knew very well what she was talking about.
I knew immediately.
I just knew.
“Lasciala andare,” I told my underling.
Let her go.
He listened, letting go of her arms and she immediately dropped to her knees in front of me.
My brows arched when she bowed, closing her eyes when she set her forehead on my feet.
“I’ll do anything you want,” she whispered. “Anything. Just let me go home.”
“Stand up,” I told her.
She listened, struggling to stand as she kept her eyes fixed on my chest.
I watched her for a moment. “What’s your name, chica?”
“Emma,” she said.
“Why were you going through my weapons industry?” I questioned her.
She gazed up at me then, eyes suddenly dark. “I can’t tell you.”
“Why not?” I said.
She shied away then.
“Sir,” my underling finally said.
I glanced over at him.
“Ti sta osservando da un po'. E non nel modo di un assassino,” he said to me.
She’s been watching you for a while. And not in an assassin's way.
“É affascinata da lei, signore," he explained to me. “Ti sta osservando da un po'. E non nel modo in cui stai pensando.”
She’s facinated by you, sir.
She’s been watching you for a while. And not the way you’re thinking.
My brows arched in question.
“In un... modo sessuale,” he said to me in a quieter tone.
In a... sexual way.
My eyes widened then, and I gazed down at her to find her still staring at my chest.
Oh? This girl just got more interesting.
I gazed back up at my underling then. “Sta mentendo riguardo a quell'uomo?”
Is she lying about the man?
His brows drew together. “The man?”
“She hinted she had a man who was hurting her,” I explained.
“What?” she said suddenly. “No! I never said that!”
Oh, I didn’t realize I said that in English. Whoops.
When he remained silent, I glanced back at him. “Well?”
His eyes darkened. “No, non sta mentendo.”
No, she’s not lying.
I decided to question him entirely in Italian then, knowing fully that Emma was staring at us in confusion, but I honestly didn’t care.
How bad is he?
Bad.
Care to explain more?
It's physical. It hits her. I saw it.
How do you know?
When you told me to take her, I saw it before I took her. She was frantic and scared that her boyfriend had sent me.
Boyfriend?
Yes, sir.
Why is she so interested in me?
I read in your diary, sir. She stated that she saw you hurt her boyfriend once for hitting her, and has been watching you ever since.
I did?
Yes, sir.
When was this?
Two years ago.
I don't remember this.
You know her boyfriend very well, sir. You know him personally. You just don't remember it because he's been hiding her from you since you witnessed the abuse.
Who is he?
His eyes darkened. “Your brother.”
The entire room stilled then, and my eyes narrowed as I gritted my teeth.
Emma just remained in place, glancing between us. “Uhm... what’s happening...?”
“Does she know?” I said.
He shook his head.
I gazed down at her, finding her brows drawn together.
“Chica,” I said then, making her gaze up, “let’s go.”
Her eyes darkened. “Uhm, yes. Yes, I need to go home.”
I shook my head. “No.”
Her expression broke. “I can’t stay here with you!”
“You can, and you will,” I held my arm out to the door, “let’s go.”
“I want to go home!” she told me. “Where’s the door... I—I'll walk there if I have to!”
“You’re not going anywhere,” I told her. “Now let’s go before I force you, understand?”
“Please,” she asked me.
“Don’t beg me for anything unless you have something for me in return, Emma. Go. NOW.”
She bowed her head and stepped out from the door, and I noticed her body tense as she left through the entryway.
I glanced back at my underling, and he just bowed in response, though I just followed her out the door.
And finally we exited the room, and I lightly caught her arm and guided her to the next room down.
I parted the door and pushed her in, and she stumbled a little as she glanced back at me.
I closed the door behind me.
“This is...” she looked around nervously, “your bedroom.”
I smiled as I made my way to my desk. “It is.”
“Are you...?” she trailed off, clearly hinting a question.
I leaned against my desk, smirking. “Am I what?”
She looked away then, making me chuckle.
Aww... did I get a shy girl?
Cute.
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