The Alpha and The thief

Worry about yourself

OLIVIA'S POV

"I am so sorry I got us into this guys, this is all my fault," I said, we had been sitting in what I was now sure was a basement for hours and we had black bags over our heads.

"It's not your fault Liv we all agreed to come here," Mia said

"Yes but I picked the house and I was the one who was doing the stakeout I should have known there would be other people in the house," I said

"Well there's no use crying over spilled milk now, what we have to do is figure out how we will get out of here," Kelly said

There was no way we were going to get out of here, the fact that we even had bags over our heads meant we couldn't see where we were and what tools we had at our disposal or if there were any. There was no escaping this and I was sure were going to die in here. I was going to die a virgin and with no experience of real love, I had always heard that when people face death they always have their lives flash before them and not much was flashing before me. all I had were regrets and I knew my parents were very ashamed of me wherever they were, instead of taking care of Mia like I had promised my mother I would, I instead led her in the life of crime.

"Did you guys hear that?" Kelly said disturbing my thoughts

"What?" I asked

"Shh," she said and I could hear muffled voices arguing outside, I assumed that the owner of the house was back and they were deciding to kill us, I gulped in fear

"Guys I need to tell you something," I said "I saw a portrait of the owner of the house and he makes Diego look like an angel," I said

"What do you mean?" Mia asked

"I mean this could be our last day on earth because the guy I saw on that portrait will kill us" I added

"Jeez Olivia, didn't you see this guy during your stakeout? I mean if you had paid more attention to what you were doing you would have seen he was dangerous" Kelly complained

"Take it easy kelly, we all should have known the owner could be dangerous because people don't become this rich by being nice and contributing to the community," Mia said and our argument was disturbed by the door flying open and the next thing I knew I was being yanked up to my feet and fear paralyzed me.

I could tell by the cologne of the person dragging me out of the basement by the hand that it was the owner of the house but then I remembered that I had stolen his jacket and the scent was coming from me. However, I couldn't help wanting to see his face even though I knew he was about to take my life. When we reached what I assumed to be stairs he carried me as he went up and it felt like he wasn't even struggling with my weight. It was like he was carrying an empty box, when we finally reached the top of the stairs I heard the door open and I was thrown on top of the bed.

He paced around the room for a little while as if he was deciding on how to kill me and then he finally took the bag off my head. I was relieved to finally be able to breathe but that relief was quickly dissipated by the cold eyes that were staring into mine. I was wrong, the strong scent hadn't been coming from me but him and now that I was realizing this I felt foolish.

We were not in his room, thankfully, but we were in another fancy bedroom which I assumed was a spare bedroom. All I could ask myself was why I was here? and why was I separated from the only family I had? I silently hoped that Mia and Kelly were ok.

The man before me just stood there and looked at me as if studying me, his eyes scared me but something in them gave me hope that he wouldn't kill me.

"Please let..." I was stopped from talking as soon as I began my sentence

"Keep quiet, it's taking everything in me to not kill you right now," he said with a deadly calm but if he wanted to kill me why would he fight himself against it?

"What were you doing in my house?" he asked as some veins on his forehead started throbbing

"Please just let us go we will put everything we took back and we will never come back" I begged

"You didn't answer my question," he said moving closer to me and I backed away from him "let's try this again, what were you doing in my house?" he repeated his question

"We just needed some money," I said ashamed

"Were you trying to steal from me?" he asked

"I am sorry" I apologized "but please let me and my sisters go, please" I continued begging

"I am afraid I can't do that," he said coldly sitting on the bed next to me and I stood up and bolted for the door but he was way faster than I ever thought I was and he slammed my back against the half-open door shutting it in the process.

He didn't touch me but I wanted him to, I closed my eyes afraid of what he would do next, and strangely, I was also anticipating his next move. He brushed his fingers on my neck and I felt chills run down my spine I shivered. I could feel his breath on my neck and I thought he was about to kiss me but instead he grabbed my hand and dragged me back to the bed and threw me back on it.

"You will stay here, but I will lock you in because you are a thief and I don't trust you," he said turning and walking away

'What about my sisters?'I asked him just as he was about to walk out of the door and he simply looked back and smirked

"I would worry about myself if I were you," he said and then banged the door and locked it and I heard his footsteps fade away.

What did he mean I should worry about myself?