CHAPTER 6: Victor Dubov

BELLATRIX POV...

They are dragging me with them; I am almost invisible in front of their strength. My fate once again played a cruel joke upon me, letting me escape an earthly fire only to throw me in hell.

Tears of panic and pain stream from my eyes as I try to jerk free.

I am foolish for that; I know they won't let me leave. Still, I used all my force, which only angered them, and one grabbing me by the neck, he threw me in the car.

A gasp of air left my chest as my face hit something sharp, keen anguish crept an inch over my brow bone. I feel a hand fisted my hair tightly before hauling me backward.

"This bitch is a pain in the ass," one man murmured and suddenly kicked my back.

I hiss at the pain, my lungs struggle for air, and my breathing is shallow. Soon, I feel something warm and sticky over my eyes, making me shiver.

"She should be taught a lesson!" He snarled.

Terror consumes me as I slowly look up at those figures. They are wearing leather jackets, and black jeans clad their legs, their faces are covered in black masks, making it impossible to recognize.

"Mm-hm, not now. We must wait for the next order," the other man spoke.

My eyes widen hearing him. Someone is behind this, someone wants me gone. Who is it? Is it Smith, who weirdly cares too much for Florence? Or is it Florence herself? She wants to get rid of me since I have returned and threatened her kingdom.

The crawling danger turns my breathing uneven as tears spill down my cheeks.

Why now? I am leaving that house for life, then why attack me now? What did I do to deserve this in life?

"Let's get in the car first and call him," the same man suggested to his partners.

Him... My heart shuddered violently. They said 'him,' can it be really Smith? He is the one who abandoned me here alone. Was it his plan all along? Is that why he was so kind to me?

"Bullshit!" A menacing growl follows a loud bang, making me flinch. "She is a whore, and we must punish her before she pulls a stunt!"

"Not now, I said." His other partner seems a little calm, which possibly irritates that guy and banged onto something again.

"Fuck you!" He almost roared, but thankfully said no other word.

A bead of sweat rolls down my head as fear perfumes from my pores while my mind goes through a wracking havoc.

I don't know what I did to whoever this person is. But sending me through the same fear I once escaped somehow is cruel and inhumane. Previously, I managed to leave that hell, but I am not so positive. What if I am in a far worse situation this time?

God, please help me...

After a while, those men, one by one, started getting into the car. One of them pulled me up by my collar to push me aside. The back of my head hit something hard, bouncing my head up and down as the world started spinning in front of my eyes.

If this torture continues, I won't survive much longer.

I don't know if it's the after delusion of the hit or the reality, I heard hissing voices that feel different from before. Suddenly the car shook, and a deafening scream almost locked my ears, just as my vision tunnels, I see a blurred figure that slowly approaches; it feels like my death is getting closer.

Anxious, I started yanking my legs, a failed attempt to back away, I hit my head against the door once more.

My entire body jerked violently as pain strikes all over my body.

"Hey, it's alright. Nothing..."

It is the last thing I hear before I give in to the darkness.

*****

"There's a huge chance to be traumatized psychologically than she's hurt physically." A few bleary words ringing around my ear that forced me to flutter my eyelids.

"Why is she not awake yet?" I heard another tone, this one is deep as the ocean. A touch of worry in his tone somewhat encourages me to open my eyes.

A white image comes before my view as I slowly look around.

"I guess she is awake." The first man spoke. Slowly, I turn my head to see the people standing aside, immediately a familiar face caught my attention as I frown, completely astound.

He is the same individual whom Neil called brother, standing right in front of me in the same suit that I stained before.

An icy look crosses his handsome face, watching me. His gaze is unreadable. Slowly, he reaches to me, Standing like a tower, "How are you feeling?"

He feels like a dream to me. I was in the car, brutally beaten by my abductors, then how am I with him?

"I... Hh-how?" I looked around, still anxious. I try to sit up, but the doctor instructed me not to.

Once again, I look up at the man, did he save me? but how?

Perhaps he realizes my fear because soon his gaze softens a little, "You're safe now, police have taken care of them." He said, providing me a touch of assurance.

"O-ok." I murmured, "but hh-ow did yo-u ff-ind me?" My voice is broken from all the tortures and cries, though it can't contain my curiosity.

His cold gaze follows mine, increasing my anticipation before he replied, "I happened to pass the area when..."

However, before he can finish, the door opened, and a man entered. He is less taller than 'Neil's newly arrived brother' but has good height, his brown hair is neatly styled, and his face holds a rigid expression.

"A police officer wants to take her statement, sir." He spoke, even his words are very calculative.

"Hmm, let him in." He answered, and the other man left with a nod.

I, on the contrary, lying in confusion. Once the other man left, he turns to me, "I'll be here with you, so relax."

I blinked, why is he so good to me? If he is Neil's brother, shouldn't he blame me for the chaos I created back in the Villa?

Or... I swallowed hard as an idea crawl in my head. Is he here to avenge his family?

"Wh-who a-re ye-you?" My voice barely a shaky whisper, I am trying to be defensive, but my situation is too vulnerable.

He stares right at me, his eyes are void and icy, it feels like a warning to not cross his way.

It feels he won't answer, however I assumed too early,

"I am Victor Dubov." He said, "Neil is a distant cousin brother of mine."

I, however, stopped hearing a word right after he introduced himself; Victor Dubov__ the most puissant tycoon of the entire American continent, infamous for his ruthless approach and often discussed for his cunning methods in business. Not to mention the flawless appearance of his name in news headlines due to Dubovs' mysterious personality.

Everything once again started moving around my head, I don't know the motive behind his approach is pure mercy, or a step to avenge his brother, but either way, I can feel trouble conquering my surroundings gradually...