Chapter 3

Samantha Red's POV

I slowly opened my eyes and rubbed it with my hands making my sight clear. I woke up in a very exquisite room, a room that symbolizes wealth and power. 

"Wait, what happened?" I nervously looked at my body to see if I was naked or raped but thankfully, I wasn't. It was when my heart came to appease. I breathed heavily.

I removed the duvet covering me and stood up. The room was like a famous 5-star hotel, it's really elegant and unique, the interior designer gave a lot of effort for the room. The bed was eight inches thick, there was a semi-living room with a huge TV. I entered a door that I think was the bathroom, it was classic, there was a bathtub and perfect shower room. I saw a handle beside the human size mirror, out of curiosity I pulled the door, and there I saw a walk-in closet with a tantalizing glam corner. 

I was eager to know more so I went inside and saw the most fashionable clothes with the most widely known brands. I went out of the bathroom and I saw twin doors covered with a thick curtain. I pushed the curtain to the side and sun rays came in lighting my face. This door led to the balcony, I pushed the door and went outside.

Upon gazing, I was shocked, there were no buildings, no roads only the big tall trees, with mountains and a lake. The house was in the middle of the forest. Only to realize, I was at the middle of the forest with this strange man, this couldn't be happening. I went back in and found the door leading out, I tried opening the doorknob but it wouldn't open. I sighed in frustration and walked back to sit at the balcony. 'I am hopeless.'

I heard the door opening and so I looked at it waiting to know who was it. An old beautiful lady came in with a smile holding a dress.

"You are so beautiful just like your mother."

"Pardon me?" I answered because I didn't hear what she said.

"Nothing," she denied, walking close to me.

"Samantha, fix yourself and wear this dress then come down for breakfast," she offered, handing me a pink simple dress with a smile on her face.

I never liked the color pink, for me, it resembles the weakness of girls. I want black for it portrays a strong and brave attitude. But I had no choice I must wear it since it's the only thing I have, at least for now. 'Wait, where is my baggage?' I wonder where it was now.

"Uhmmmm... thank you," I answered with a reluctant smile on my lips.

"Please do it faster, Mr. Smith might get mad again," she beamed back.

"Uhm, yes, I will," I answered obediently and lowered my head showing respect.

I did what she told me. I fixed myself and wore my dress. They gave me a dress, what about shoes? I went into the walk-in closet and luckily I saw a slipper. A dress and a slipper? Great, just great. 

Heading down the stairs, I didn't know where the kitchen was? I continued walking until I reached a very wide stair leading down. I went down and followed the sounds coming from the kitchen.

Entering the kitchen, I was merely surprised to see Mr. Smith sitting at the edge of the table, while he was seriously glimpsing at me. I bent my head down for I couldn't meet his intimidating gaze, it's scaring the hell out of me.

"Sit down and eat. We'll talk later," he ordered, picking the utensils and started eating.

I sat beside him where a plate and untensils were placed. The food really tastes good, but my baggage gradually enters my mind after the delicious taste of fish vanished inside my mouth. "Uhm. Where is my baggage?" I asked softly.

"I threw your clothes away. I don't want you wearing a servant's dress. The other important things in the bag are settled in your room and from now on you will wear what your walk-in closet has," he said looking at me coldly, as he wiped his mouth using the table napkin. 

Was that the reason all of the dress seems to be my size? They were really for me? But I want my old clothes, they had sentimental value, simple yet priceless. "Oh, okay. Alright, " I surrendered 'cause I didn't want to argue since I knew it's useless.

"Follow me in the living room after eating," he commanded and walked out of the dining room passing me.

I still wonder why did he buy me? Why me? There were thirty of us in the house of Capo Cole why me? What's the reason? Was it because the duster hit his head? I think that's a lame excuse. Whatever his reason, I didn't care. 

Finishing all my food, I wiped my mouth and stood from the seat fixing my plate when the old lady came stopping me.

"Leave it to me, Samantha. That is my work." The lady snatched the plates and utensils from my hands gently.

"No, it's alright I'm used to it." It's my work and routine to manage my things and didn't get others into trouble. "Uhm... What is your name?" 

"I'm Hildred, the only servant in this house. I've been here since Arrow is still three years old. I knew him well. I watched him grow up," she rejoined wiping the table and placing all the plates on the tray.

"Ahh... okay. Then I'll get going now, Hildred. Thanks for the food," I affirmed joyfully and lowered my head again.

I fixed my off-shoulder dress and walked wandering, heading to the living room. There were two handsome men sitting on the couch aside from Mr. Smith. Glancing at the three men in front of me, they looked so dangerous yet good-looking. 

"Is she the girl?" The man in the blue suit queried with a soft face.

"Is there any other woman you can see here, Grey?" The man in the red suit shot back rudely.

"She is. Now, shut up," Mr. Smith ordered, seriously gazing at the two men in front of him.

"I am Dr. Gray Ashton Sawyer," he greeted handing me his hand to shake hands. Dr. Sawyer looked like a front-page model due to his perfect features, but he chose to be a doctor, I wonder why.

"H-Hello, I am Samantha. Nice to meet you," I answered shyly, thinking if I would accept his hands but in the end, I did, it's harmless anyway.

"And I am Vlairin Blue Brenton nice to meet you, my lady," he introduced nicely, shaking my hands and winked at me making wince, he's charming, truly.

"Nice to meet you too." I smiled gently.

"Stop," Mr. Smith ordered taking out his handkerchief and grabbed my hand as he pulled me on the couch beside him.

Shock hit me since my head was smashed unto his chest but he pushed me away. I was surprised when he abruptly grabbed my hands and wiped my palms using his handkerchief. 

"Possessive, aren't we?" Mr. Brenton crossed his legs and snickered teasingly looking at us.

"Stop the nonsense. Ashton, give me the document," he commanded throwing his handkerchief at the trash can beside the couch as if he didn't mind it.

"Here." Ashton handed him a long brown folder.

"Now, Miss Lorraine Samantha Red Woodwords. I want you to read this document and sign it right away." He handed me the folder and crossed his arms leaning back on the couch. All of them stared at me with cold eyes waiting for my action.

My forehead puckered. 'How'd he known my name? This man, he's creepily strange.' I accepted the file and opened it. Upon seeing the title, my heart exploded in panic combined with anger. I'm not someone you could marry because you bought me! I value myself as a woman, I had the dignity, not just an ordinary woman who gets married to anyone, especially, unknown man. I wasn't a whore, jerk!

"What? A marriage contract!? Are you out of your mind?" I shouted slightly, looking at him with a questioning yet annoyed look. I couldn't believe it. This is impossible! It makes me really angry about his indecent proposal of serious things like this.

"Sit down. No one dared to talk to me that way," he stated coldly picking the wine glass from the center table calmly. 

It's nothing for him, but it's a big deal for me. "Sure you bought me but I will never marry you. I will never sign this document, ever," I fumed exasperatedly and threw the document on the table. What I hated the most since I was a kid, it's to be bossed around and controlled like thing. I always wanted to have the freedom and decide my life, I was grown up, enough to think about what's wrong and what's right.

"I said, watch your tone. I get what I want and I will give you what you want. Sign it then we're good," he stated a bossy tone as he staring at me drinking his wine. 

What the hell?! "Why would I marry a man like you? I don't even know you," I explained glaring at him. "Just... just please let me go," I blurted in a pleading and confusing tone. 

"Take her inside her room, I'll deal with her later," he commanded the standby men without glancing at me. He's so cold yet he hold a very high aura of power.

A two man in a suit came over me and held my arms tightly as they pulled me from the couch. Their hands gripped both of my arms that it hurted so much so I wasn't able to let go.

"Come now, Miss," the man spoke pulling me away from them.

"No, please let me go. I only want my freedom!" I shouted as they dragged me up stairs and locked me inside my room, again.

This couldn't be, I wouldn't marry that man. For God's sake, I do not know him. This was a pure mess! What was I supposed to do?! I couldn't understand! It's frustrating the hell out of me.

Arrow Black's POV

Now that I have her, I need to make sure she would be mine now. I plan on marrying her immediately, after that, make her fall in love with me. This was the best way possible, but marrying her wouldn't be that easy with the way she acted a while ago.

She doesn't fear me, she was brave enough to chide me. In my life, I would always get what I want, and I would have her in any way I could.

"I hope the Cosa Nostra is still doing good. We can' let any chance pass, danger is present everywhere, especially north," I started speaking with the two. We're starting to have a crisis and it's annoying me.

Well, Ashton, Vlairin, Cole, Mavon were good friends and cousins. We grew up together and were trained together. Four of us were here in America securing the North, South, West, and East. I for the North, Cole for the South, Ashton for the West, and Vlairin for the East while Mavon had the four points, he's overall. In short, we rule the land of America, that's why we're called La Cosa Nostra Americana, we had eyes and ears everywhere but the Scorpion Circle was trying to replace us. They started pulling stunts and fights, I could say they're determined enough to fight us.

"We'll take charge." Vlairin drank his wine, assuring me. He holds power regarding connections, he had tons of it.

"Just be sure. Don't leave any spot unguarded," I answered as I walked to my office, deciding to leave them. They're also capo's of their own circle, there's no doubt they're also busy.

Time fled fast, I didn't notice because I was busy working my ass off. My table is still piled with a ton of unfinished business. It was already noontime and I was tired the same as hungry. I already forgot to deal with my precious, I bet she's already bored inside her room. Might as well visit her then maybe chastise her a little for talking back to me in such behavior. Maybe not just a little, I think? No one dared to talk back to me that way, especially when in front of others, it showed me intractability.

Samantha Red's POV

Three hours had passed and I was still here staring at the ceiling, bored and wearied. He caged me in this room like a little bird of his own, a pet that had no feelings at all, I wasn't like that. The idea of being like this forever, it makes me want to bang that man's head to death. Suddenly my thoughts disappeared when the door suddenly opened.

"Get up, Precious. We'll eat downstairs," he directed, standing at the edge of the bed while his eyes concentrated on my face, mainly, my eyes.

Anger aroused in me, damn you! "I'm sorry but I don't want to. And please don't boss me around because that won't work on me," I turned my back at him in bitterness, he doesn't deserve any respect by what he did a while ago. He disrespected me as a woman, it's like he saw me as person without importance.

"I own you so, do everything that I want you to do. Remember, I bought you," he stated crossing his arms showing sovereignty. His blue eyes eyed me as he stood with stance in front of me.

"No, you don't. No one owns me but myself. And I don't care if you bought me," I chided concealing my fear. I wasn't that frightened of him, just a little since his aura's really dangerous. Enough for me to doubt, but not fear.

"Yes, I own you. And once again beware on how you talk to me. I might bite that lip of yours in no time." He moved his head to the side and held his lip showing me he could do what he was saying.

I could feel his irritation and ire."Well, I don't care. Just please, leave me alone," I spat then covered myself with the duvet, still not looking at him. I hated his presence, I really do.

"You're annoying. You don't know what I can do, Precious. You better behave yourself," he stated getting close to me bending close to my face with his eyes locked in mine.

"Who cares what you can do," I answered avoiding his intimidating blue eyes. I might lose myself with those two beautiful gems, gems of deterring power. 

"Don't test my patience precious because I might end up beating you, begging for me to stop. I told you, you don't want to see me when I'm mad. And soon I will. So you better learn how to obey me, comply with everything I want," he stated gritting his teeth as he draw his face closer to mine making it really uncomfortable for me since his lips were one inch away from mine. His face was fueled with resentment and ire as he pushed himself closer to me.

"Who cares. And I will never beg you. Never in my life." I spat back not caring about the thing he was saying. Maybe showing him a foul attitude could make him hate me and not marry me, rather, let me go. I hope so. 

"Just wait my precious one. You will see what you turned me into," He finally whispered to my ears giving me goosebumps but he abruptly ejected and strode out of the room banging the door close.

My heart went ease when he left me here alone, alone in this room with no one, no one meant safeness so it's okay. The presence of him makes my heart pound like crazy, it's giving me a unique strange feeling.

"Miss Samantha, what the hell did you do to Mr. Smith? He just became a monster, grumpy and angry," a quivering voice came entering the room. I was startled but when I saw it's Hildred, I was able to breathe peacefully. 

"Uhmmm... I didn't do anything," I lied, playing innocently.

"Please eat, here's your food." She handed me the tray of delicious food. "Miss Samantha don't ever make Mr. Smith angry. You do not know him. You might end up dead in here. He can kill you in a single snap," Hildred warned me like my life was about to end. She's really serious by the way her hands quiver.

'Fuckin' shit, what did I do? He could kill? Fuck! A killer, there's a chance that he was a... no, he wasn't, he would've killed me by now. What if? He was not an ordinary man who keeps people but also a... Cosa Nostra. Dang! I'm doomed.' I battled inside my mind.

"Uhm. I'll take note of that, Hildred. Thank you for the food," I answered calming myself, as I picked the spoon and started eating the pasta given to me. This food could give me ease, really.

I was thinking, who really was Mr. Smith? What was his real identity that even Hildred was afraid of her? Was he really a killer? Well, I would figure that out soon.

I got off the bed and went to the door. Before twisting the doorknob, I prayed, 'Lord, please. Let me have my freedom.' With that, I twisted the doorknob slowly, and luckily, it was unlocked.

I was nervous about what I was about to do but I needed to try. I tiptoed out of the room and walked to where the stairs were. I explored the surroundings to see if there was someone who could see me, luckily, there was no one. Removing my slipper, I tiptoed slowly down the stairs leading to the main door. I was just about to go out the door when my whole being froze upon hearing a voice of power.. Dang! I was caught!

"Where do you think you are going?" A cold voice overtook the silence.

I closed my eyes in fear and worry because he caught me. I turned my head around to see him. He was standing between the stairs with his hands on his pocket looking at me with resentment. 'He can't stop me,' I set all my thoughts aside not minding him, gathering my strength and determination, I started running towards the gate, step by step, as fast as I could. Freedom, it's close!

I didn't dare turn around to see if someone was following me, all I wanted was to run away, but fate didn't let me. I bumped into something hard causing me to fall back due to the hard impact. When I gazed where I bumped, I saw a pair of shiny leather shoes making my heart leap in fear. 'It's a human.' I was breathing heavily and my heart was tugging so fast as I slowly raised my head and my soul just left me. How? How was he able to be here when I just left him behind. How?!

"How... how d-di-did you?" I started to tremble in fear when I saw his face seriously looking at me.

He looked up and breathed heavily before settled his eyes at me. "You provoke me so much," he even expressed the word 'provoke.' "Come here," his hands rapidly pulled me up and carried me into his shoulder like a sack of rice.

"Get me down!" I shouted struggling but he just tightened his hold to my legs. My stomach was laid on his hard shoulder and my butt was beside his face, sh*t.

"Freedom shouldn't be desired by someone like you," he simply stated walking inside the mansion.

"I will always desire it because that's what I deserve!" I punched his back and wiggled my feet but he spanked my butt. "You pervert!"

"Shut up then maybe I will lessen your punishment for trying to flee," we entered the room and he threw me to the bed harshly. "The taste of the darkroom will discipline you. I assure you that," he whispered close to my ears making me shiver down my spine and swallow deeply. He's words, and threats, it's starting to scare the hell out of me.

"You will marry me no matter what happens. I assure you that," he departed from me.

"I will never ever marry you," I retorted at his face.

"Sorry not sorry but you will," he insisted with a playful face.

"I will never you, jerk!"

He smirked, "You will, my precious." He leaned close to my face, directly throwing me his refrigerated stare. "You will be mine in no time," he cupped my cheeks then touched my lips slowly.

"I. Will. Not!" I shouted then pushed him away as hard as I could.

"We'll see." He looked at me with a smirk combined with resentment for a moment then he left me alone in this room speechless.

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