Stolen by the Mafia ☑️

Bree

"What's wrong?" He asked staring at me intently.

He slowly made his way to me, as I scooted farther away.

He reached his hands out and I flinched, falling back.

My butt sliding into the sink.

Ughh I couldn't move.

He let out a deep chuckle.

Oh my chocolate.

The chuckle soon turned to a full blown laugh and I sighed.

I really want to smack him.

"Need some help?" I shook my head frantically and wiggled my butt, trying to remove it from the sink.

I groaned when I noticed it was no use.

He walked towards me still chuckling and lifted me slowly out of the sink.

I mean come on. I know I'm short and light but I'm not that light.

"Easy does it," he slowly and carefully, stood me on the ground. He had that fucking smirk on his face.

Oh how I wanted to smack it into next week.

I took two steps back and slipped.

Cause you know, count on Bree to by fucking clumsy. I fell on my ass and there it was. That deep sexy chuckle.

I mean nexy chuckle, like not sexy.

Cause it definitely wasn't sexy.

I nodded to myself and stood up.  My eyes flickered around the room till they landed on the fridge. I trudged over.

I mean if there going to take me hostage I'm gonna want to eat.

"Ya sure, make yourself at home!" He said sarcastically.

"Gladly," I don't know why I was being so pushy but quite frankly I didn't care.

I grabbed a thing of strawberries.

I hadn't had them since I was a little girl.

"Bree?" I voice asked. I snapped out of my daze. I looked over at the voice and saw it came from Melody.

I gave her a small forced smile and nodded to indicate her to continue.

"Al said Mr. Rhodes is here to speak to you," she says.

I nod again and stand up.

Shaquala goes to pause the movie but I stop her.

"Don't worry about it, I was going to head to bed anyway." I say.

She nods and gives me the look that says 'I feel so bad but I don't know how to help you,' I give her my best acting smile.

She smiles back.

I walk out of the basement and towards my office.

I walk down the hallway casually glancing at the photos.

One catches my eye.

The same on from months ago.

The same one I looked the night I fell down the stairs.

The night Liam caught me.

The night I passed out for a couple weeks.

The weeks that Liam tried denying the feeling he had for me.