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Chapter Eight
She sat in the room, hands tied behind her back, wearing a blindfold. Her legs were even bound to the chair to ensure she had no way to escape. Repeatedly, Zsanine tried to figure out how she ended up in that position. Every now and then, she would feel another presence, and then that feeling would be gone. Every now and then, one of the guards would come in and take her to the restroom and then immediately bind her back to the chair, and then they’d be gone. Zsanine eventually lost track of what time of day it was, how many hours she’d been in that position, bound, restricted, captured.
There were other times when she wasn’t completely alone when her captors came in to do nothing more than torment and torture her with more than just their words. Zsanine could tell from the very beginning that Bella was the decision-maker. She could also tell that Bella was the most upset.
Both sisters were in the room with her, but Bianca kept a safe distance. She didn’t seem to have any interest in being up in Zsanine’s face, intimidating or interrogating her. Zsanine made eye contact with Bianca. Even though she tried to keep her face stern and her posture even sterner, Bianca’s eyes told her truth. She was uncomfortable, finding it difficult to stay still. She shifted her body weight from one foot to the other, never settling.
“I don’t even know what he sees in you,” Bella hummed. “You’re nowhere near as pretty as me.” Bella looked to her sister for affirmation. Bianca nodded, plastering a fake smile across her all too thin lips. Zsanine knew that smile wasn’t genuine. Bella didn’t care, though.
“Attractiveness is more than looks,” Zsanine countered, refusing to look down instead of meeting Bella’s eyes and returning her intense stare. Bella didn’t like the audacity. She didn’t appreciate the truthfulness of what Zsanine had to say. Bella lifted her bony opened hand and slapped it across Zsanine’s face. Bianca jumped in response, her hands covering her mouth to cover the shock that was written there. Bella fully expected her captive to cry out in pain and wore a sinister smile in anticipation. Even though tears stung the back of Zsanine’s eyes from the sting on her face, she refused to allow those tears to fall. She refused to give Bella that kind of satisfaction. Once Zsanine’s eyes cleared, she returned a level gaze to the one who tried to humiliate her. Bella didn’t appreciate that shit at all. Her face reddened with color.
“And what’s that rag on your head? A fake crown? Or is it what servants wear, maids like you?”
Zsanine’s unresponsiveness pissed Bella off to an even higher degree. She reached for Zsanine’s head wrapped and snatched it off with both hands, casting it to the floor. Bianca knew she couldn’t stop her sister. She knew if she said anything in front of their prisoner, Bella would have a conniption. So, Bianca didn’t do any of that. Instead, she quietly exited the room, unable to look Zsanine in the face because she felt bad for her, unable to look Bella in the face because she was afraid of her. Bella wasn’t merely satisfied with the capture. Bella wanted revenge for how Zander humiliated her. She hated him for it – using her sexual prowess against her. She had to tell Zsanine all about it, and she did.
Bella pulled up a chair sitting it directly in front of Zsanine. She wanted to share this story with her up close and personal, so Zsanine didn’t miss a word. There was a moment when the ladies just stared at each other. Bella was trying to be intimidating. Zsanine refused to appear weak. It was a silent standoff that Bella didn’t appreciate. She fully expected her prisoner to act like a prisoner, to be afraid, to beg for help, to take down because she was not in a power position. Zsanine’s lack of demonstrated weakness didn’t sit well with the mafiosa princess.
“Before, when I said I had your man, I had him,” Bella purred, “in my mouth, driving him crazy. He was calling my name, begging me to suck him harder, faster, and take him deeper. It was everything.”
“I’m sorry,” Zsanine replied. “I feel bad for you.”
That’s not the response Bella expected, and her thinly arched brows peaked in response.
“Excuse me? You feel bad for me?”
“I do,” Zsanine confirmed. “Despite your motives, despite his response, you compromised your virtue, and for what?”
The look on Bella’s face told Zsanine that she had struck a chord. “That says more about you than it does about him. How did that pan out for you?” Zsanine knew the answer to that question, but she was interested to hear Bella’s response.
But she didn’t respond with words. Instead, Bella raged, grunting loudly as she slapped Zsanine’s face again.
“Smug bitch,” she hissed, pissed that she allowed Zsanine to make her so angry.
“What is it that you hope to accomplish?” Zsanine questioned, refusing to give in to the insults or the abuse. She knew Bella wanted her to be reactionary and emotional, but Zsanine wasn’t going to give her that satisfaction.
“I thought we made that clear earlier?” Bella snapped. “Are you dumb or something?” She was sanctimonious in her self-righteousness. She moved so that she stood squarely in front of Zsanine. If her captor wanted to continue to meet her gaze, then it would be necessary for Zsanine to look up to her.
“If Zander comes for you, which I fully expect, we will do to him what he did to our brothers.” Bella paused and then moved toward the door, flicking the light off, casting Zsanine back into darkness.
“If he doesn’t come for you, then you’ll have to take his place.”
She was alone again, left with the horrible thought that either she or Zander would be killed. Alone, Zsanine feared what would happen. Alone, she allowed the suppressed tears to fall. She thought about her family and how at this point, they might be concerned. She thought about the threat again, and if what was threatened became a reality, how she’d never see them again. She thought about Zander. She was supposed to call him after the business meeting was over. She knew he expected her call and waited for her call. Oh, how she would love to hug her mom and dad, rag on her brothers, and hug Zander again. She thought about the last phone call she had with Zander and how he was so supportive, so excited for her. And then she remembered something as tears spilled freely from her eyes, tears Zsanine couldn’t wipe away because her hands were bound.
I forgot to tell Zander I love him.
Bella stormed out of the room and descended the stairs in a huff. She didn’t expect to be so pissed off interacting with their prisoner. She barely noticed Bianca pacing the floor when she flopped down on the couch in the living room.
“Ugh, she’s so fucking aggravating,” Bella fumed, again folding her arms under her chest. Then she noticed her sister walking in one direction, three steps, turning and walking back over the same three steps. Bella’s brow wrinkled as she watched Bianca repeat the movement several times.
“What’s wrong with you?” She asked, agitated by her sister’s lack of response to her own irritation.
“I’m not sure this was a good idea,” Bianca said, stopping her pacing only long enough to address her sister.
Bella bounded up from the couch.
“Don’t start that shit already, Bianca. We talked about this. You agreed. You were on board. Don’t bitch out on me now,” Bella fussed.
“I’m just saying,” Bianca replied. finally sitting down. “If we kill her, kill him, his whole family will retaliate. And what about her family? What if she’s as well connected as he is?” Bianca shook her head as a heavy sigh passed through her lips. “We don’t have anyone else to fight for us.”
