CHAPTER FOUR 

      “What is drama but life with the dull bits cut out.” —Alfred Hitchcock. 

                      CHERRY. 

I give up. 

I can't even sleep. It's been two days since I've been locked in here. 

I'm not really locked up. The maids bring food for me and they make my bath, dress my bed then leave without speaking to me. 

I love speaking, acting like a bitch is my specialty. I miss my friends and I need human interaction. 

Physical touch, anything. 

I refused to change into the clothes they brought for me because I didn't know who owned them, it might be taken off a lifeless body just dry cleaned and ironed for all I know. 

I was tired of everything I didn't want his grooming or whatever he was doing. I hated the fact that he didn't even care to come to check up on his prisoner. 

I haven't seen the blond one either. It's as if I'm the only one in this house, if not for the lifeless design I would have thought this isn't his house but it is. 

I couldn't leave my room because I was scared that if I did, they would think I was trying to escape and move me somewhere else, maybe into a container or the warehouse or even worse, away from the United States. 

God that would be worse. 

There was a sound coming from the other side of the door, like someone was on call. The door creaked and it opened. I was about to yell at whoever it was about manners even if I am a prisoner I still deserve respect. 

That thought perished when I saw him, clad in a white button-down shirt and black suit trousers, two buttons were open exposing his God forbid inked attractive wide broad chest. 

My heart started racing and I gulped hard. I wasn't expecting to see him here at all, "Miss Markwells" He said, shutting the door behind him and I straightened my posture lifting my chin defiantly as we glared at each other. 

"Mr Russo" I raised an eyebrow as he scowled at my dress. 

"Care to explain why you refuse to wear another dress? Or do you enjoy being in a dirty dress not meant for indoor activities" 

"First of all asshole, you don't get to judge me for anything those aren't my clothes and I won't touch your bloody stuff, if it's a joke then it's not funny" I sniped and his jaw clenched I could see his curled fist but I was too stubborn to back down. 

"Watch your mouth--"

"Or else what? You'll kill me? Just do it already and stop delaying the inevitable" God I was trembling in fear, I really hope he doesn't kill me. 

He tucked his hands into his pocket and I saw it as a sign of victory, "Or you suddenly don't have the balls to add me to your kill count--"

I don't know if anyone can move so fast but I learned the hard way, in a swift moment his hands were on my neck choking me. 

I clawed him with my nails so he would loosen his grip but he tightened his grip snarling in my face, "Do not speak to me in that manner Miss Markwells. You might not survive what I would do to you" He shoved me away and I stumbled coughing and gasping for breath. 

"Oh and what are you going to do?" I challenged stubbornly, he wasn't expecting me to say anything with the annoyed stunned expression on his face. 

"You don't want to find out. Change your clothes you smell like shit" He said and left the room the same way he came slamming the door so hard I flinched. 

Wild asshole. 

What the fuck is wrong with me I could have gotten killed!

That wasn't the problem, it was the fact that I felt a tingling sensation when he gripped my neck. It felt like excitement but I would rather die than admit it. 

I knew I wasn't smelling and I badly wanted to keep wearing this dress to annoy him but I changed my mind. I took off the cocktail gown and changed my underwear because it was a bit damp. 

My stupid body must have been so excited when we were about to lose our breath, I changed into a blue sweatshirt and a black flare skirt. 

I pack my hair into a ponytail making up my mind to leave this room, I need to find out why I was here. 

What does he want from me? 

I wasn't halfway downstairs when I heard voices coming from under. 

"She's not yours and you know it! Why bother yourself keeping her, she's not worth the hassle" That voice was familiar. 

Blond hair guy. 

Wait what does he mean by that? 

Are they talking about me? 

I'm worth every hassle you goddamn idiot! 

"She stays, Dante. I need to teach that man a lesson and I know she isn't mine but I'm taking her anyways" He replied in a bored tone. 

I notice he always sounds bored while talking to other people, but he's so full of rage when he's talking to me. 

Jeez now I'm trying to differentiate how he talks, it's none of my business. 

"Does your brother know that? If Alessandro finds out he won't be happy" Dante said and he sighed deeply. 

"Let me worry about my brother" 

I was done eavesdropping so I walked down the stairs with the elegance I lost on my way here. I paused when both attractive men stared at me with strange expressions on their faces. 

"What? I thought you said I should get comfortable" I shrugged at Dante and he grinned as if I sent him a nude. 

"And I thought you were too much of a chicken to come out of your tower, Princess" He teased and the other man frowned at our interaction. 

Just what I needed. 

"Maybe I missed seeing your handsome face, it's probably because I have always had a thing for blonds" I winked and plopped onto one of the black couches. 

He chuckles and stops when his friend glares at him then he shrugs. 

"Why didn't you come to visit me though?" I asked, faking a sad look. 

"I thought you needed time to think. I'm sorry Bellissimo, I didn't know I hurt your feelings" He apologized with his hand on his chest. 

"Apology accepted only because I have a thing for blonds who call me beautiful, it's good to be honest" I grinned and he laughed. 

"Enough!" The devil finally spoke scowling like an asshole. 

It's official. Dante and I are gonna be friends if that's how I will irritate the shit out of him, I can flirt and I'm pretty damn good at it. 

One look at him and I knew he was angry. 

So angry he was glaring daggers at me.