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I'm laying in "my" bed, it's been
a few more hours
and I assume it's around ten pm

Braxton and Ethan walk into the room

I keep my eyes on the small red crystal lamp that's sitting on the dark
wood side table, I wish I could ignore
them forever but a few hours will do.

"I came to apologize," Braxton mumbles,
he looks back at Ethan who has his arms crossed and leans against
the chest of drawers "I shouldn't have-"

I don't let him finish his bullshit apology, "Exactly," I say with anger evident in my
voice "You shouldn't have done anything."

His eyes light up with rage but he doesn't express it because of Ethan, both of them
are fucking pricks.

"Sorry that you got your feelings hurt,
it was just a joke, it's not that serious."

Why do all the men who hurt me tell
me it's not serious? And he didn't
apologize for what he did, he made it
sound like it was my fault for being upset.

I start laughing at how stupid he is
and that sets him off, he starts shouting

"Why are you laughing? Do you seriously
think this is funny? I could use you as
leverage; I could demand five million dollars for your "safe" return!"

That only makes me laugh even more,
I guess no one has told him how much
people don't care for my "safe" return

"Tell me how that's funny?!"
he yells, Ethan does nothing to
stop him like usual.

I look at both of them, moving my eyes
with each word, and saying it slowly so
they understand I'm serious "He won't come get me." he's reliable like that.

Braxton scoffs and points toward the
door even though America is the other
way "Yes he will, you're the heir to his mafia, he spent years training you."