"Are you trying to kill yourself?"

Looking at his dark eyes, I tried reading his mood with no luck.

"No, I-I was just seeing how long I can hold my breath." I said eating out the lie.

"Get out of there," he said harshly causing me to immediately jump out.

Food now filled the dining table with all the lights on. It was dark outside. I followed him to the table, taking a seat at the other end of the table. My body dripping wet by the way, you could see all the red and purple bruises mapping my skin like the map of the earth. Cool breeze blew through the opened sliding door, brushing past my bare skin leaving Goosebumps.

"I see you already seducing the guards."

I glanced up at him in shock, his eyes were filled with disgust and anger.

What did I do now?

Finally I looked at myself and realized that the bikini was the only thing on my body, revealing so much flesh.

Old habits.

At home I would spend the day swimming, always in my bikini, moving around but we obviously only had female maids. His expression was murderous, causing me to shiver in my seat. This man was hungry for my blood.

"You not even allowed to swim in that pool!" He shouted.

I looked around, not sure what to do or say. What was wrong with me swimming?

"This is the fuck'n public pool for guests, you swim in the private pool on the fuck'n fifth floor" Hands balled into fists now. I forgot to breath, my heart madly beating him being was so angry I could already see his veins all over his face and hands.

Shit.

"Harley!!!"

"Yes" jumping up the chair from his loud tone having missed something he had said.

"You listen when I talk to you!"

A steak knife flew just right next to my right ear.

"What the hell!" I found myself saying before bringing my hands over my mouth. He was going to kill me. What was wrong with me? I just couldn't shut up.

"Where is that stupid girl!" he shouted so loud anyone that was passing was left standing where they were as I shook my head vigorously.

"No, please, no." I said begging, I really had to start watching my mouth now as it was just no longer my life in the line.

"She still hasn't woken up, Sir," Someone from somewhere around answered having me to release the breath I had not known I held. The air was kicked out of me as I watched him rise, kicking his chair backwards. I quivered and screamed with him pulling me up by my neck. Walking to the pool, he dropped me inside and held me down in the water.

Panic hit me as I tried to get out of the water but he held me down. Hands clawing his, trying to set me free, legs beating through the water uncontrollably. After about four minutes I thought my eyes would explode. There was a sharp pain in my chest as I chocked on the water. My nose was on fire, burning.

Tears rolled down as my life slipped away slowly but surely. This was what I wanted right? But I could not help but cry out as everything flashed in front of my eyes with the little life I had slipping.

After about six minutes he pulled me up as I coughed up water, blowing it out of my nose.

Greedily taking in air, my eyes burned.

"When I talk, you listen!" He said rising and walking out of the dining room "Guards, take her to her room and lock her up"

A pair of hands picked me up slamming me over a hard shoulder. It was my guard. I hated him, hated everything and everyone here but most of all I hated myself at this point. I couldn't fight since I had no energy to. After the long intense ride up, we entered my room and he threw me over the bed.

"Ouch, what is wrong with you?" I shouted at his back as he walked out and locked the door.

Just great. My tummy choose that time to just rumble water having always made me hungry. Rolling over, I curled to a ball, wrapping my hands over my tummy. This was going to be a long night and to occupy myself, I thought of all wonderful memories I had.

My dad, gosh I missed him. If he was alive he would have found me by now. He would tear the world for me. I was his princess, his only child. My dad loved children but my mom wouldn't hear it. The name 'child' made her skin crawl and I was sure he'd had to begged her to get pregnant. She never agreed.

"It would ruin my perfect figure. " She had said. She'd only agreed for them to hire a surrogate after much begging. My dad and the maids took care of me, raising me and trying so hard to fill the gap my mother left but it seemed to not work as at the end of it all no one could take a mother's place. She was never around always traveling with some friends and I would cry and beg her to take me but as always she would point out how I was baggage and wanted to destroy her life.

Life never passed her by really, when I was being born she had to choose between going to Dubai or being there and we all know which she picked.

Just a bitch in my opinion.

I hated her really, just could not help myself as I had watched the man I called father burn because of her.

My dad had been a mother and father to me, he listened and as busy as he was with all the companies, he always made time for me always taking me to his business trips because he couldn't part with me. We'd watch movies, travel, and do crazy things together. He was just perfect and now he was gone. I hiccuped realizing that I was weeping my heart out. I missed him. He was the best friend I never had. He was the only person who cared for me and now he was gone.

A thought made itself known in my head, I analysed it seeing how it made perfect sense. My father was taken away from me not long ago and maybe this was the lord's way of giving me the future I wanted. It was too much of a coincident that I would be kidnapped instead of a girl that looked like me, this was my destiny meaning that this was my soul mate. My father always told me that love was not easy, that you had to fight for the person you love. I had to fight for my soul mate, I had to make him see what was right in front of him, he would love me, I know he would and if I just stopped being stubborn and behaved accordingly he would treat me better then we would live a happy life. I had to be better, had to be the love he deserved and wanted. I had to be better. It made perfect sense, the lord would not make me go through such if it was not for my good, he was my future and my second half, he was the one I was born to be with I just only had to be the perfect for him to realize and stop hurting me.

Suddenly, I felt the bed dip on the side causing me to jump in fright my hand on my chest.

"You!" I said covering my upper body with the cover still being in my bikini and it was so cold.

"I didn't hear you come in,"

"Sorry, I knocked but you didn't answer."

Tom was wearing a black t-shirt and black denim jeans, sitting at the edge of my bed.

"Come on, let's go" he said pulling me off the bed.

"Where to?" I asked as I walked to the closet to grab my silky pink gown.

"Aren't you hungry?"

"Oohh sweet Jesus, I am." I said rushing behind him.

"Rafael just left for Moscow so I came to rescue you," he said smiling.

"Thank you," I said patting his shoulder as we made our way down taking note that his name was Rafael, the first step to this working was if I knew as much as I can about him. Getting on the first floor, we turned right from the elevator then went down some steps, the lights lighting as we pass.

"Holy Jesus," I stood frozen this being the most beautiful kitchen I had ever seen and coming from me meant it was to die for. Massive is what it was, so big you would think this was a restaurant. I could make out three black double door fridge, four glass black stoves, and a black marble counter top surrounding the whole kitchen with a kitchen island in the middle with its own vegetable sink.

Tom walked up to another door, opened it and came back with two pans, he then opened the fridge and took out bacon, fish fingers, cheese, milk, vegetables and other stuff.

"Please sit," he said politely.

I sat on the counter next to the stove as he did his magic. My eyes watched every move wanting to say something but didn't know what. What could Tom and I talk about?

"So do you live here?" Stupid question, urgh.

"Yeah, we all do but the others share the other five houses behind this one. I live in the west wing of the house." He said beating some eggs.

"Oohh, which wing do I stay at?"

"South wing, where only family stay."

"Oohh...nice. So what kind of people stay at your wing?"

"Very important guests."

"So you must be important to him?"

"Sort of, I am his right hand man."

"But he treats you like shit?" I asked memories of his ass being kicked flashing in my mind.

"He never does what he did that day, it's just that his best friend was killed and I lost his girl so he was unstable and hurt." Tom said frying the beacon and eggs.

The excuse wasn't good enough and food smelt really good.

"So what do you guys do really?" I asked curiously, really, they had so many guards and were filthy rich.

"Mafia," Tom simply said as if it was an ordinary thing to just say out loud.

"What?!" I said shocked to the core.

"The mafia sweetie, we the underground guys."

I looked at him, eyes wide.

"You can't be serious. You've got to be kidding me right? Oh god. What did I get myself into? Rafael is going to make me a prostitute, oh God!"

Hyperventilating, he was the freak'n mafia. Tom was suddenly by my side taking my hands into his.

"I will never let that happen to you. I am so sorry that I brought you here, I know it's not much, but I really am sorry." He brought me to his chest which I leaned on, hugging him as I cried my heart out trying to convince myself that it would be okay, that this Rafael guy was my soul mate and that he would not harm me more than he had but that sounded like bull even to my ears.

I trusted Tom and I knew he wouldn't let that happen to me but he let Rafael rape me, he really had no power over Rafael.

There was no escape for me.