She awoke in an unfamiliar room, frowning to herself as what had happened flooded back to her in flashes. She sighed, swinging her legs off of the bed and trying to ignore the thumping in her head. She took note of the fact that she was barefoot and wondered if they'd even bothered to bring her shoes. She supposed she wouldn't need them though, as she was sure they wouldn't let her leave the house. She sighed, padding her way over towards the door and trying the knob. It surprised her to find it unlocked. She stepped into the hallway and looked to her left, a small incline of 3 steps lead up to a closed door. To her right, she noticed a long hallway with doors littering either side. With a sigh, she decided to head towards the voices. Once she'd reached the end of the hallway, she looked to her left again and decided that was the living room area. To her right, she saw the kitchen and about 5 men circled around the kitchen island. Justin, of course, standing at the head of it. He made his way towards her after a moment.
“You're awake,” His expression was unreadable.
“Surprised you didn't kill me?” She spat at him, her distaste for the situation evident in her words.
“I knew you'd be fine,” He frowned, making her wonder why, “You hungry?”
“Depends, are you going to poison me?” She crossed her arms over her chest, unknowingly pressing her cleavage out the top of her shirt and drawing his attention. She followed his gaze and rolled her eyes, disgusted as she dropped her arms.
“I have no intention of harming you,” He tried to hide the smile that wanted to make it's way across his face.
“Then why am I here?” She met his gaze, her eyes in tiny slits.
He shrugged and licked his lips, “For my amusement.” He answered simply.
“Seriously?” She looked at him incredulously. He chuckled as he watched her get more annoyed by the second.
“Uh, does this mean I can have my room back now?” One of the blond's at the island spoke up, obviously irritated that he'd had to lend her his room.
“It's up to you where you sleep,” Justin shrugged, giving her the once-over, “There aren't enough rooms or enough beds, but you're welcome to sleep in bed with me,” He paused to wink at her, “Or you can sleep on the floor in the basement. Your things are in my room though, if you want a change of clothes.” She didn't speak, just glared at him for another moment and brushed past him, purposely hitting him with her shoulder as she walked towards the fridge and opened it up. She sighed at what little food there actually was and decided on a yogurt, after checking the date and some lunch meat. She didn't say anything as she checked all the kitchen cupboards for a loaf of bread. They all watched her, curious as to what she was going to do. She finally found the bread in one of the cupboards and threw some lunch-meat on the bread. She returned the unused items to their places and turned, leaning on the counter as she ate the food, studying each one of the guys around the island.
Finally, her gaze landed on Justin, he was still in the same spot he had been, but had turned and was watching her as well, “Are you going to introduce me or do I have to make up my own names for all of them?”
He let a small smile graze his lips for a moment, “It might be more interesting to let you give them names.”
“Which one of you is Tyrone?” She asked, “Jerome mentioned you once.”
“It's Ty,” He was one of the only 2 black men in the group, tattoos littered every inch of his skin that she could see, minus his face; with the exception of a teardrop tattoo beneath his left eye.
“Well,” She looked him up and down while she chewed and swallowed a bite of her sandwich and then moved onto the other black guy, “Guess that means your new name is Jamal. Since we already got a Tyrone.” She was sure to accentuate his name, letting him know that she had no intention of calling him anything other than his full name. Ty sighed, with a roll of his eyes and stalked out of the room; angry that she was even there. She caught Justin chuckling out of the corner of her eye and looked around the rest of the room, her eyes landing on one of blonds, he was the lighter color of the 2, “And who are you?”
“I'm Alex,” He wasn't happy either, but he figured he might as well answer her questions.
“I'm Ryan,” The dark blond spoke, “That's Carey and Jamal's real name is Deion.”
“Carey,” She singled in on the tall, bald man, “Sounds like a girl's name.”
“Bitch, Shut up,” Carey glared at her.
“Watch what you say to her,” Justin swatted the back of Carey's head, causing his head to fly forward slightly, “She's a lady. Respect her.” She let out a small laugh as Carey grew agitated.
“You said your room is at the end of the hall?” She looked at Justin, changing the subject.
“Yup,” He gave her a single nod and watched as she made her way out of the kitchen towards his room.
“You aren't gonna follow her?” She heard one of them say.
“Nope,” Justin shook his head, “There's nothin' in there that could get her in any trouble.”
She reached his room and let out a sigh. Trying the knob after climbing the 3 steps. She walked in slowly, taking in the room. The bed was messy and had obviously not been made since it was last slept in, but it was clean. There was a walk-in closet off to the right when you entered the room and the door next to it, she assumed, was the bathroom. It was a dark room, but the window was huge behind the curtain that she'd peeked behind. She spotted her stuff in a corner of the room and walked to it, immediately opening up the duffel to make sure they'd gotten everything and hopefully packed her laptop. She sighed, realizing that they hadn't, but was thankful that they at least brought her makeup. At this point she was thankful for anything that belonged to her. She quickly pulled out a clean outfit and glanced around the room one more time before making her way into the bathroom to shower.
“I trust the shower was to your liking,” Justin spoke when she'd exited the bathroom. She jumped, not having noticed his presence.
“It was fine,” She glared at him, mad at him for kidnapping her and repulsed at herself for finding him attractive, “I'll need a couple things if you plan on keeping me here for a long time.”
“Make a list,” He motioned towards her, “I'll have someone pick it up.”
“How long DO you plan on keeping me here?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest, this time not caring that her cleavage was more prominent that way.
He shrugged, studying her intensely, “Dunno,” He noted that she'd put her hair up in a wet, messy bun on top of her head and applied a little makeup. Nothing too extravagant, but just enough to bring out her beautiful features. She was wearing black leggings with a shirt that said “Coffee Now, Champagne Later” in gold writing; it was black and hugged her curves tightly.
“I didn't see a TV,” She dropped his gaze, “I'll need something to occupy myself. Preferably music.”
“Fine,” He sighed, “Put whatever you want on the list, but you're not getting a phone or anything to communicate with them.”
“I'd be satisfied with a laptop,” She met his gaze again, “And an internet connection. You can block me from contacting anyone, but it's not normal to live without WI-fi these days.”
“Put what you want on the list. Anything else, Princess?” He was doing his best to hide the annoyance he felt at her asking for these things. She wasn't the kidnapper, she was the kidnappee and here she was, making demands of her captor.
“If I think of anything, I'll put it on the list,” There was a sarcastic tone to her voice, “Why do I have free reign of the house? Aren't you afraid I'll escape?”
“You're locked in,” He answered simply, “Without the code, you can't get out the doors or windows and there's alarms on everything. So, I'll know if you try to escape. Don't try to escape. You won't and then I'll just have to tie you up in the basement and quite frankly, I don't have time for it.” He stood from the bed, brushing past her to exit the room as he didn't want to answer anymore of her annoying questions. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but he could see why she was special. He could see why she got everything she wanted and as much as he wanted to fight it, he knew he was going to end up giving in to her.
She sighed, sitting down carefully on the opposite side of the bed after having put her dirty clothes into her duffel bag and returning her makeup to it's rightful place. She glanced around the room again, the color scheme was gorgeous and the king-sized bed seemed more than comfortable at the moment. With a sigh, she stood, deciding to explore her way into the kitchen to hopefully find a pen and piece of paper to make a list. She opened both of the doors on either side of her, wanting to figure out what was inside and was disappointed that they'd all looked like bedrooms; similar to one another in structure, but vastly different when it came to decor. She made her way back into the kitchen and didn't say anything to Justin and Alex both sitting at the island, their heads bowed scrolling on both of their phones. She let out a sigh and began to look through the cupboards and drawers, hoping to find what she was looking for.
“What are you looking for?” Justin's jaw clenched after she'd opened and shut the 5th drawer.
“A pen and a piece of paper to make a list,” She said, matter-of-factly as she met his gaze. He didn't say anything as he stood and made his way towards her, opening the drawer closest to the fridge and pulling out the items she had asked for. He set them on the counter and returned to his seat at the island, his attention going back to his phone as he watched her out of the corner of his eye. He watched her begin to write, noticing that she was right-handed and attempting to make out what she was writing on the list.
Tressemme Shampoo and Conditioner for dyed or bleached hair
Dove Body wash, Original scent
Tampons and Pads
Antisnap by Redken, Silk Drops
Carmex in a tube
A Hair Dryer
She finally finished writing and checked the list over one more time before letting out a breath and ripping the paper off of the note-pad. She returned the pen and note-pad to the place Justin had removed it from and walked the 2 steps towards the island, placing the list in front of Justin.
“You sure that's everything, Princess?” He was giving her a taunting look.
“For now,” Her eyes were in slits again as she held his gaze, trying her best not to show her fear.
Justin was the first to look away as he slid the list towards Alex, “I need you to go pick this stuff up.” Alex didn't hesitate, nor did he speak; simply offered a nod and stood, making his way into the living area and down the staircase that Krystal had seen. She consciously wondered if there really were locks on the doors, but shrugged it off, knowing that if she tried to escape she'd just be caught anyway and truth be told, Justin scared her a little.
“So, is this what we do all day?” She leaned on the island, clasping her hands together, “And where is everyone else?”
“Out,” He took a deep breath, already wanting to snap at her for asking so many questions.
“Do you do the same kind of missions that we do?” She knew she probably shouldn't be probing him for information, but she was bored and he was the one who took her. Now he was going to have to put up with her.
“What we do is none of your concern,” He looked back down at his phone and began typing.
Normally, she would've taken the gesture for what it was; an end to the conversation, but she continued speaking anyway, “They never really let me go on many missions at home,” She looked down at her fingernails as she spoke, “I hate to run and Dee always claims that I don't know anything about anything, but I'm old. I've been in the game longer than he's been alive.”
For some reason, this sparked Justin's attention, “How old are you?” He wondered, studying her.
“Thirty,” She answered simply, picking at her perfectly manicured nails, “He's 11 years younger than me though. What about you?” She looked up at him.
“How old do you think I am?” He held her gaze intensely.
“You look maybe 19,” She shrugged, “Young though.”
“I'm 21,” he said softly.
“That's really young for as dangerous and lethal as I've heard you are.”
“Are you afraid of me?” He cocked an eyebrow at her.
“Should I be?” She searched his face for any type of clue as to what he was thinking, but found nothing.
He dropped her gaze and didn't speak for a long moment, “Most people are.” Was all he said after the long pause.
She hesitated a little before speaking, “I'm not.” He met her gaze again and stood, walking towards her. She resisted the urge to back away from him as he inched closer to her. Within a second he was trapping her between his body and the counter, both of his arms going to either side of her and resting on the counter as he stared into her eyes.
“Maybe you should be,” His voice was just above a whisper and he was so close that she felt his warm breath on her lips.
“Why?” She challenged back.
He licked his lips, “I'm a killer. I don't hesitate to take the lives of people that cross me.”
She shrugged, trying to hold tightly onto her reserve, “It's a part of our lifestyle.” He didn't respond. Instead he studied her. His eyes memorizing the blue gray of her eyes and then moving down to her lips. His eyes trailed between the two as he debated on whether or not he should kiss her. Deciding against it, he pushed himself away from the counter and away from her, making his way towards the staircase that lead upwards.
“I'll be upstairs,” He called back to her before he disappeared. She frowned. What had that been? Was he into her? Did he bring her here to use her as a sex slave? She didn't know. She also didn't know why her body ached for him when he hadn't even touched her; she wanted to know why her lips tingled and he hadn't even kissed them. She also questioned why her heart was beating a million miles a minute when she knew it wasn't fear.