Kidnapped

ELISE JAMES

Age: 25

The last thing a remembered was the short sent of leather and blood .

Now she woke up to the slow drip of water, cold stone beneath her, wrist bound behind her back with rope bit that into her skin. The dim light of your single hanging bulb cast long, menacing shadows across the basement walls. She blinked, groggy but defiant.

She is me, I am Elise James daughter of Daniel James and Florence gems the biggest Mafia around the Europe.

My mum is a spy from police they fell in love when my mom joins the dad's Mafia gang to gather information.

But unfortunately they fell for each other and got married. I have a brother, who is next in line to the mafia throne. He got no interest in it. I totally forgot to tell my monkey's name ahem I mean my brother's name, Ronald.

Anyway coming to the point. I tricked my bodyguards and came to mall to hang out with my friends.

If I use my brain you'll are thinking why do I have to trick them to hang out right.

As you all know I'm the princess of James household. So, they became overprotective towards me. Well in my opinion they are, it's understandable because my dad got a whole planet of enemies to reach the mafia throne.

So while I'm hanging out with my friends in the mall something happened. I also don't know what happened after that here I am in a basement.

Wait, did I just get kidnapped. Holy fuck, nice congratulations on late realization miss Elise James. What a day.

This is the whole reason they say listen to your fucking parents when they say something.

While I'm thinking or maybe trying to figure out where am I. I heard a voice.

Finally awake, princess.

God, what a voice. Is he a Greek god cause just from his voice I'm melting here?

Control your hormones Elise, this not the time for that. I looked at where the voice came from, It came from the darkest corner low, gravelly and laced with amusement.

But she didn't flinch. James blood didn't show fear. You made a mistake, she said, her voice steady.

Do you know who my father is?

A figure stepped forward. Tall, black shirt rolled to the elbows, scar on his jaw, eyes are gray color to clam for a man who had just kidnapped a mafia's heiress.

Damn, what a figure not only voice but face body all just my type, but too bad, he is going to die.

Do you know who I am ?

He countered, crouching in front of me Why should I know you? I barked back with same arrogance in voice.

You should because I'm the ghost your father tried to erase. Another one, she mumbled with irritation. Her eyes narrowed you're nothing, just a thug with a vendetta.

ohh- really.

yes, I replied.

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