Bad meets Bad

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 27.

3ʀᴅ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴘᴏᴠ:

"Босс она выиграла" [Boss she won (russian)]

I nod my head, leaning back on my chair, closing my eyes. It had been a few years since I last touched her...since I last felt her. She will be mine again soon.

"Who is she with?"

"Dante Salvatore"

ᴀᴍᴇʟɪᴀ's ᴘᴏᴠ:

I wake up with my head hurting like hell. For fuck sakes. I groan, sitting up against the head rest. I look around to see a room along with two doors. So I'm most likely in a hotel room. My arm wrapped with gauze, aswell as my knuckles. I also notice that I'm still in the clothes I fought in.

As I try to get up, I feel a sharp pain in my chest. I lift up my shirt, cringing at the blue-ish purple bruise on my skin. I groan, going back to laying down, which I probably did too harshly since my ribs started to hurt.

I look to my right and notice my phone on the bedside table. The first thing I notice when I open it is- a note. literally. The lockscreen of my phone had a note as it's wallpaper.

I read it, which was basically Dante telling me to not panic and that he was the one who brought me here since I don't like staying at the warehouse. And also told me to call him once I wake up.

I unlock my phone, calling him. And then call Isabella, explaining what happened and that she can come over.

I go through my phone and realise Dante will pay for this room so I call the room service to bring me food, which was alot.

After about five minutes I hear a knock on my door, it's either Isabella or room service. I get up slowly, my chest hurting like hell. As I make my way towards the door, I stop. This isn't either of them.

I look through the peep hole to see alot of men dressed in black. The first one, which I recognised. Dimitri. He works for Klaus.

My heart beat gets quicker as I make my way back to the bed. I pick up my phone dialing Dante's number,he doesn't pick up. For fuck sakes this isn't happening right now. I sit down on the floor, against the bed.

I'm having a panic attack.

I take my phone, dialing Isabella's number. She picks up on the third ring. Klaus's men, now banging on the door.

"B- Bella, klaus" I barely manage to whisper, the phone dropping for my hand. My breathing getting worse, my chest hurting. I feel myself trembling with fear, my head feeling heavy, like I might faint.

I can't fight them, I can barely move. And I hate it. I hate all of it. I can't do anything to save myself. Tears stream down my eyes as I sit against the bed. I can't let this happen again.

I felt scared.