Abducted for revenge, Bound for love

Chapter 4

The days bled into each other. Abigail lay on the mattress not sure how many days she had already been there. She had no way to count the time, even the small window offered little clue as to the time of day. She slept then sat and  stared at empty walls till the routine threatened to drive her crazy.  

She still had not seen any other man aside from the silent tattooed gorilla. He brought her bread and water and changed the bucket every so often.

Abigail had given up trying to get answers out of the man. She finally understood he was just a small fish in all this and would not be of any help. So she waited for the main shark to finally show his face.

She was bored out of her mind. If their intention had been to drive her crazy, they were doing a great job at it. There was nothing worse than staring at white dirty walls all day with only your thoughts for company. And to make matters worse she had not had a shower in God only knew how many days. 

Where once she had always prided herself of not having a strong offensive body odor, she had come to discover just how bad it could get.

Abigail sighed and changed her position on the mattress for the thousandth time. She was beyond pissed and frustrated. Her only thought was all she planned to tell the man responsible for her predicament once he finally showed his face.

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She slowly woke up and realized she had fallen asleep again. She was tired of sleeping, she never thought it would ever be possible for someone to be tired of sleeping, but now she knew. Groggily she yawned and stretched her limbs, rubbing her eyes to fully wake up.

Something caught her attention, she rubbed her eyes again and tried to understand what she was seeing, something had changed. 

It took her a few beats to put her finger on it, the room was no longer as lit up as it had been before she fell asleep. Now only a small tall lamp stood and illuminated where she slept, leaving the rest of the room in the dark. A lamp that had never been in the room before she fell asleep.

She sat up instantly causing the chain to rattle in protest. She tried to see into the dark but the light from the lamp aimed straight at her prevented it. In fact the light almost blinded her and she had to shield her eyes. Someone had entered the room and purposely positioned the lamp like that. 

Her instinct told her she was no longer alone. With a shaky breath she spoke, “I know you are there, why did you kidnap me?” Somehow she knew whoever it was in the shadows was no other than the big shark himself.

Lorenzo had watched her for the past half hour. She had been asleep and had appeared peaceful despite the state she was in. And he noticed she was not in the very best of ways. Her clothes looked dirty and stiff against her body from days of being worn. The smell in the room was not very pleasant as well. And her hair looked about ready to sue for negligence. 

He had felt almost like a creep, watching the woman sleep, waiting for her to finally wake up. Almost, but not quite, he had rather enjoyed the undisturbed observation of his captive.

She was a slim woman, there was barely a curve on her body, although he suspected the forced diet of bread and water might have had a great deal to do with that. He doubted she had ever possessed the luscious round curves he preferred, but it was clear whatever steak she had held, had wilted and disappeared in the week she had been held here. 

Lorenzo was almost tempted to put all his men on the same diet for a month just to have them explain what exactly their thoughts had been when they acted without consulting him. He had of course kept a captive on much less than that before but the idea did not please him this time around.

She was awake and desperately trying to see into the dark where he stood, but he knew she would see nothing. She brushed her long brown curly hair away from her face in an agitated manner and spoke again.

“Do you plan to stand in the dark like a creep for long or will you finally answer me?” 

Lorenzo smiled, he admired her fighting spirit. He had been concerned he would find a woman crying hysterically, begging in every tongue and prayer to be released. But the woman seated on the mattress in front of him was shaking but calm and determined to be heard.

Lorenzo cleared his throat and spoke, “Did you enjoy your sleep?”

When she heard the voice her first thought was ‘wow’ the voice was deep and rich, the sound of it was almost smoothing and warm. Then she processed what the voice had said and frowned in confusion.

“Is that supposed to be a joke?” she asked, barely suppressing her anger.

“Do I sound like someone passing a joke?”

Abigail was irritated but decided not to respond to the question. She instead asked her own, “Why am I here?”

Lorenzo regarded her for a second, enjoying how she stabbed her chin out in defiance. Shaking his head slightly he focused back on the task at hand.

“I am the one asking the questions here, not you.” His voice came out harsh.

Abigail was not about to back down so easily. “Well, I am not going to answer any of your questions until you show your face and answer mine.”

Lorenzo chuckled.

“And what is so funny?” she demanded, folding her thin arms over her none existent breast.

“That you think, you have a choice in this, or the right to give conditions.”

“Well it is my mouth…” she said very slowly with narrowed eyes, “I can decide to shut it and you will get nothing out of me. So again … why am I here?”

Lorenzo suddenly stepped out from the dark and came into the light. “Because your father is a thief!” he announced with a sneer.

Abigail was not sure what shocked her more. His words or his appearance. Listening to the voice, she had known the man would not be ordinary, but the specimen that now stood in front of her was far from average, even for her imagination.

Lorenzo watched her run her eyes over him, taking in his six foot height, toned muscled body. He prided himself in keeping healthy and his body showed it. He did not possess vein popping hard muscles like most of the men that worked for him, his muscles were just well defined and lean. Like most of the women he took to bed would say, he had the body that made women dream naughty dreams.

Finally watched as her eyes landed on his face, he was no movie star, but he had a face that turned heads. He felt a smirk come on when her mouth almost fell open. It was a good boost for his ego and he enjoyed it.

Almost as if she suddenly read his mind, she closed her mouth and glared at him in anger. Lorenzo chuckled, she looked like a kitten trying to roar like a lion. 

In sleep her face had been calm and almost hidden from view, now he saw her more clearly. Despite the obvious lack of care in the last week, she was a stunning young lady with bronze flawless skin. She was beautiful to put it lightly, gorgeous to be more accurate. Lorenzo felt an uncomfortable pulse beat in his groin.

“My father is not a thief.” Her voice broke the silence and thankfully snapped him out of his wayward thoughts.

Lorenzo casually walked further into the light and went to lean a shoulder against the wall by her mattress, before folding his arms and crossing his ankles then regarding her almost with boredom.

“Oh, I assure you, he is. Speaking of your father…how is it that a man such as him... could have a daughter like you?”

Abigail’s mouth fell open before she quickly recovered. “Excuse me?”

The man shrugged. “I mean, you have obviously seen your father…and then there is you.” He gave her a pointed look. “Your mother must have been a very beautiful woman,” he drawled almost to himself.

“She was, but I see nothing as to what my mother’s looks have to do here,” she snapped.

“Are you fishing for a direct complement? Ok fine…you are a beautiful woman, quite unexpected actually.”

“There is no need to butter me up before the s*******r,” she said between clenched teeth. “Certainly no need to lie.” Though his words had caused a flicker of butterflies in her tummy, Abigail was not going to fall for them.

Lorenzo shook his head as though in disappointment and made a tsking sound. “When one offers you a compliment, you simply graciously nod or smile. At the very worst, you give them your thanks. What you do not do is rebuke it or downplay it…it just makes you look desperate.”

“You are an ass, has anyone ever told you that?”

“How would you like the list? In alphabetical order or chronological order?” he responded with a devilish smile.

Abigail frowned and clenched her teeth to not say more.

“Right.” Lorenzo righted himself from the wall and smoothed down his suit. “Enough of the pleasantries. Your father stole from me and you are going to tell me where he is…or else, you will pay in his place.”