Kidnapped

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

-TATUYANNA TORRONO >

As much as I tried to console my dad, his habit of always being 'ok' and 'unaffected' came into play. It was difficult to judge him. I mean his parents groomed him to be that way.

Every time I tried, he pushed me away. Saying 'his princess didn't need to be worried about him when he's seen thousands of deaths and been to countless funerals.'

Would it be ironic if I said I've never been to a funeral? That was my first one, and it had to be for both my grandparents.

I must be sick to not be sad about my grandparents' deaths. Could you blame me? I don't know them enough to bawl on their graves. Especially since they wanted me underground in the first place.

I don't have sympathy.

Even now as I sit in a club, alone with a bottle of vodka in front of me and a half-filled glass in my hand, watching multiple bodies grind on each other as they moved with the flow of the music.

The music was loud and all I could think of was a way to help my father through this. We've played call of duty together countless times, which could probably make him feel better. But I can't help but think he only played because I asked him to.

When he had meetings, I would hear about his gruesome murders through the closed doors of his office and run for dear life when the meeting was done. After that, he would come play video games with me as if he didn't just burn someone alive the night before.

That was the routine for the past years, and the mention of murder became my normal. It feels weird to even think about how that was possible.

I've been taught the ways of my new world. I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to my innocence. The girl that I used to know had morals and a good heart. Not much changed, except the concept of right and wrong getting blurry between the lines.

I like hanging out in clubs. I carry guns around, wherever I go. I had sex with someone I didn't know, and I feel like an alcoholic.

My heart just dropped as realization hit me.

In the eyes of the underworld, that was normal.

A couple in the center caught my attention. They looked at each other as if no one else was around. They danced so sexually, they were practically having dry sex on the dancefloor. I feel like a damn stalker, attentively watching the way they moved together while I sipped on my liquor.

As if she felt my burning gaze, the woman turns around and we instantly lock eyes. She smiles, gesturing for me to come. For a long minute, I'm confused, looking around to make sure she was talking to me.

She was.

I down my entire glass before I make my way toward her. Her blue eyes light up in excitement as she pulls me between her and her boyfriend. Her intentions become clear to me, making me smirk, sensing her boyfriend's hands on my hips while her hands rested on my shoulders.

I could tell they both didn't want to cross any boundaries. My heart warms at the thoughtfulness, and without much thinking I pushed myself into her boyfriend's chest, placing them on her waist while I grind ass against him. Just as I analyzed them, they looked to enjoy the turn of dominance.

At one point, he turned me around and my hands slid around his neck while his hands roamed my sides while his girlfriend danced behind me with her hands on his shoulders, seemingly cool with him being this close to me.

I've never done anything like this before, but it didn't hurt to try. I can't say I hate too.

Once I've had enough, I leave the couple to continue their time together. Returning to my private booth, and pouring myself another glass.