chapter 12
868 Words
Jennifer pov
I was sleeping so good for the first time in a very long time, I didn't even know what time it was when I heard clicking noises in the background, I was wondering what the hell it was, so I set up in bed and watched him do things on the computer, I got out of bed to take a closer look, I never had a computer so I was wondering what he was doing, he turned around and asked if I wanted to see a few things, and I said sure, he showed me and i started to get tired again so i walked away and laid back down and went right back to sleep, i didn't like it here, he was sexy as hell and damn i would like to run my hands through his hair, but i wont, because as soon as i find away out of here, i am gone, I been living on my own since i was sixteen, im not about to have some big shot wanna be badass ass hole tell me what i can and can not do, i think this is bull s**t, when i heard the clicking stop, and the door shut and locked, i set up in bed knowing i was a lone in the bedroom, i got up and walked toward the door twisting the doorknob, that mother fucker son of a b***h locked me in this f*****g room, what the hell is he going to do to me, I sighed and went back to bed, I was just to damn tired to even care right now, I went back to bed and fell right back to sleep, I had to admit the bed was comfortable, and I was loving the pillows, When I finally woke up it was morning, and I felt rested, she got out of bed and went to the bathroom, did her busniess and washed her hands, she decided she would try the door again, and when she did the knob turned and she opened the door, she was thinking to herself, shes going to let this guy know hes not her father, he can’t just lock her in a dam bedroom because he feels like doing it, its just not right, since she was sixteen years old, she had of defend herself from assholes like him, she had to take care of herself for her, no one else was going to do it, her own parents never looked for her since they kicked her out, and why should she even worry about it, they never wanted her, even her own father said so,, she didn't hate him nor her mother, but if she didn't see then ever again, she would be ok with that, they let her go with out even a second breath, they just threw her out on the streets with nothing but the clothes she had on her back and what was in the back pack, but she left it under the bus when she ran out the door at the last bus station, and now that i'm actually in Gatlinburg, I know there has to be places I can go to and work, it’s better then being a stripper, maybe a bartender or a waitress, I heard they can make great tips, I looked both ways down the long hallway, and then I stepped out looking around wondering where the stairs where, When I found the staircase, I didn't realize how many stairs I had to walk down on, I thought there was just fifty, but i guessed wrong, but I was determined, I walked down those long steps sometimes two at a time, when I got down, I looked around, this place was huge, there were photos on the wall of I am guessing his family or friends, swords that where crisscrossed, in a corner was a china cabniet full of weird different salt in pepper shakers with weird different eggs with china vases, this guy must be a collecter of weird things, she walked on down the hall way and finally got into a foyer, She was looking for the so called Mafia boss, this place can not be mafia, this is just stupid, and then she felt like she walked right into a brick wall, she looked up and saw him, she quickly stepped away, He smirked asking, “Where do you think your going?” She sighed as she looked at him, “I was looking for you, why am i here, and why the hell did you lock me in the damn bedroom?” he started laughing as he grabbed her by the hand and led her to this office, he pulled her inside and shut and locked the door, she watched him walk toward her, as she backed away from him she ended up falling into a chair, She stood up and stood her ground, “Now you pull me into a office, what kind of guy are you? You cant just pull me anywhere you want ass hole,
‘He chuckled, oh sweetheart, i can do what the hell i want to do, im the f*****g Mafia Boss,
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