Chapter 4

Hannah

For what seems like an eternity, I pace around the room, trying to figure out what the hell was going on, why had I been kidnapped? What would they want from me? Was there any way my father was really involved? I shake my head, it was ridiculous for my father to do something like that, my father adores me, it would be ridiculous for him to be willing to pay two men to kidnap her and take her to what seemed to be a luxurious hotel... even less if he knew that I had been embarrassed and seen practically naked in front of them, dad would never allow me to be treated that way.

I decided to take a shower and actually use the clothes that had been arranged for me in a drawer near the bed, but not before making sure to put a chair against the main door of the room, there was no way for those men to enter again without my consent, while taking a shower to get rid of my makeup, I can't help but cry because the feeling of defeat was completely overwhelming, my big day, completely ruined, I wonder if my family was looking for me, did they think I had escaped?

Taking a deep breath and steeling myself, I hugged myself, the clothes that had been laid out for me were comfortable, a pair of pajama bottoms and a tight sweater that was definitely not my size, and of course, no underwear. , which managed to make me feel uncomfortable and furious at the same time, how the hell did they dare to treat me in such a vulgar way?

Determined to face them, I make my way to the door of the room, taking the chair that I had used as a security mechanism and knocking a couple of times, since it had a lock to prevent him from leaving, the door opens automatically, which sends a shiver down my spine, I didn't even like the idea that they could control things from a distance, steeling myself, I left the room determined, finding myself with two pairs of brown eyes looking at me with intensity, men were twins, it was obvious, one of They, the one who had had a direct view between my breasts, had a perfectly ironed white shirt and straight pants, which were probably part of a dark suit, his brown hair was combed back, somewhat messy. Long enough to be attractive, but still in the short and elegant category, the other one, the one who had attacked her at the entrance to the suite, was physically, a complete copy of his brother, the same almond-shaped eyes, the same shadow. with stubble, the same firm and straight jaw, his hair was much longer, gathered in a ponytail, he was wearing a pair of cargo pants, and a tight T-shirt

Both men were obviously muscular, huge I should say, the one with long hair and who had an expression that definitely did not inspire the slightest confidence in him was standing with his arms crossed, leaning against the false wall that divided the living room and the dining room. , his muscles tensing as he looked at her, the second brother, who I can't look at without feeling slightly embarrassed, is sitting on the sofa, staring at me hard as he puts down a Tablet, I narrow my eyes in his direction.

“Oh, don't look at me like you're about to scold me. If anyone should be pissed off, it's me" I complained, enraged by his look of disdain, the man blinks slowly, surprised by my complaint, his brother, with long hair, lets out an amused laugh, but quickly covers it up with a cough at see that my look changes to him "And you" I say with an accusing finger "You ruined my special day, it was my fucking moment" call me vain and all you want, but andie got between a woman and her wedding day

"Is that really what you care about?" the serious brother asked scathingly, getting up from his seat and looking pissed off, I take a couple of steps back seeing him so closely, the man is a mountain "Your fucking wedding with that conceited and ridiculous?" she asked, taking me by surprise.

"Excuse me?" Oh, you can be as big as you want, but I won't let you disrespect my fiancé “Who the fuck are you supposed to be? Do you have any idea who my fiancé is?”

"Oh yes, I know perfectly well" the man assured, taking a step closer, so that he was completely in front of me, using his fucking height to impose himself, as if he were going to let him get away with it, his scent taking over me for a moment. He's a slightly familiar, masculine scent, his tone of voice sends a chill through my body that I'm not entirely proud of, he's an attractive man I'll give him, but he has no right to make me feel that way, not when I'm pissed off. and scared, she leans her head towards me "Probably more than you, she's a son of a bitch who would rather fuck her friend Alonso than you, cutie" she assures

"That's...a lie," I say, not sounding too confident, but he doesn't have to know that. "Patrick loves me, and I'm sure he'll pay whatever they're offering to set me free."

"That's the thing, cutie," the man began, but irritated at the term, she slapped him hard.

"Don't call me that" he complained, pretending as well as I can that I didn't just hurt my hand with the hairs of his beard, my eyes water slightly from the pain, we both heard his brother's amused giggle, which made us spins in his direction "You, shut your mouth" we say, at the same time

“This is ridiculous,” the long-haired man said, approaching at a slow pace, swaying his hips like a cowboy before looking me up and down. wedding and your fucking boyfriend is gay?

"Patrick is NOT gay" I reply too quickly, too defensively, making him laugh again, if it weren't for the fact that my hand hurt from being hit, I would be tempted to hit him again, but I decide I'm not in a position to do something like that freely. Although the man in the suit looked like he was about to throw me over his shoulder again to punish me, or maybe fuck me, it was hard to decide when he looked at me like that. paid for the penthouse and bought enough clothes to keep me for a month”

"Good point," the man conceded, seeming to be having too much fun with the whole thing, which irritated me. "But you should probably be more concerned at the prospect of being cooped up with two big, bad men in a penthouse, don't you?"

"I'm not afraid of you" I assured, narrowing hmy eyes on his direction.

“Are you done being an idiot?” asked the brother in the suit looking irritated at our exchange “So you understand your position?” he asked he now, looking at me

"My position?" I ask, offended “Are you crazy? I'm not just going to let them do what they want with me" I accuse "Are you going to explain to me what the hell you want from me, I don't even know who the hell you are?"

"My name is Jonah Russo, your father's partner," the man said slowly, before pointing at his brother irritably. "This is Micah."

"To your services" Micah replied, the one with long hair smiling mischievously, he winks at me, for a second, I want to tell him where his services can go, but I return my attention to Jonah

“Russo? Like in…Russo Security and Co?” I ask, my heart sinking, Micah nods, Jonah does the same in a gesture that's eerily identical.

"it  is one of my companies, yes," he says slowly. "As I said before, your father sent us not to harm you, but to protect you."

"I'm pretty sure protection doesn't mean seeing my ass exposed or putting your face on my tits" I complain, blushing slightly at the memory of the feeling, not only had those two seen me naked but in lingerie "And if this is true, So I want to talk to my father."

"Your father is busy doing his best to cover up your kidnapping, so you'll be here with us until all the media chaos is over," the man informed, looking at me hard. "So don't bother trying to escape, no one will come for you."

"So they're not my captors, but more…they work for me," I say, narrowing my eyes at the brothers, Micah looks at me as if wanting to answer, but Jonah, who seemed to be the one in control there, stops him with a flick of the wrist

"Not exactly, protecting you is more... an investment," the man said, putting his hands behind his back. "Your father came to me to save his company."

"That's impossible," I complain. "My marriage to Patrick would save the company from him," I assure with a frown.

"Yeah right," the man scoffed. "Patrick O'hara is just an idiot who thinks that by marrying you he'll find a gold mine, he'll probably break your father before his fifth anniversary."

“That's ridiculous, Patrick is an excellent...”

“Please, what the fuck do you see in the asshole? He is not only arrogant but completely disgusting as a couple" Micah complained, getting our attention, he showed me his phone, and I can't help but blush when I see the photo he shows me, a photo from his social networks, where he and his friends were sitting on the yacht while I was in the background, looking miserable

"We had an argument" he complained, blushing "Don't take things out of context"

“Are you really looking at his social media?” asked his brother, completely floored by how naturally his  brother seemed to ignore the fact that they were talking to a hostage.

"She's obsessed with the guy, if we're going to do this I need to know what I'm competing against" he complained, the comment getting alarm bells going off in my mind

"Competence?" I ask, horrified, my gaze dancing between the brothers, Jonah looking like he's about to punch his brother, while Micah looks at me with a mischievous smile.

"My brother and I can teach you what a real man is," he assured, gasping, taken completely by surprise, looking at Jonah for some kind of denial, but the man just put his hands in his pockets, looking at me that way. way that manages to make my nipples rise in response

"W-what are they talking about?" I ask taking a step back, Jonah looks at his brother.

"Order something for dinner, I'll take care of it from here on out," he said, Micah nodded, pulling back slowly before putting a toothpick between his teeth and turning, he looked at Jonah.

"Please, Hannah, I really don't want to hurt you, let me explain the situation, your father knows you're with me and fully trusts me to keep you safe," he explained, holding out his hand "I'm embarrassed about what happened in the elevator, but really I need you to be willing to talk to me."

"Why should I trust you?" he asked, crossing my arms and refusing to take his hand freely, the man sighs.

"Because I'm the only person who can save you and help your father" The man explained "Two months, that's all I ask for"

"Do you think I'm such an idiot?" I ask, the man looks at me

"No, you're not an idiot" he assures "I know perfectly well, you're an intelligent, beautiful woman..." The man clears his throat, almost ashamed of his words, which caught my attention. Did he really think those things? I try to hide my smile, if he was even slightly attracted to me I would definitely use that to my bennefit.