Taming The Mayor!

Pricking Nails!

"Ma'am, please.... I think it'll be good for you if you stop drinking.", I heard a voice call me out as I turned around to see, Brandon's assistant from the other day standing right next to me and telling me to stop drinking.

I was already down to five shots and the toxicity had already taken over my brain.

"Did he ask you to tell me that?", I asked her gulping down my sixth shot.

"No... But ma'am please.", She began but I cut her off.

"Oh.... Okay... I see it.", I announced getting up from my seat and standing right in front of her. "You're trying to be his little loyal puppy.", I blurted out rudely on her face and her expressions were grim enough to notice her dismay.

"f**k off.", I announced out bluntly and made my way towards the exit.

Before I could leave, a hand caught my arm.

I was completely drunk and intoxicated but I could still sense the touch. It was harsh, yet it was the same touch I could always sense.

"Where are you going?", Brandon called out making me turn and face him.

My face was only an inch away from his and I could feel his burning gaze on me.

"Let go off me.", I said through my distorted mouth.

"Did you drink?", He asked leaning in close and smelling my mouth.

"Yeah! So?", I raised my eyebrows in a challenge.

"I warned you... Not to do anything stupid.", He squeezed my arm even more tighter making me hiss in response.

"Let go off me you f**k head.", I hissed at him to only which he dragged me back to an isolated leisure room.

He pushed me away and I stumbled back pretty hard, falling on one of the couches.

"I told you to behave.", He said pacing back and forth as he took his phone out and dialed a number.

"I did.", I said back, still laying on the couch.

I shifted my legs up on the couch and put my hand over my head, relaxing myself.

"You told me to pretend to be happy, and I needed a little help.", I said finally getting up and walking tipsy all the way towards Brandon.

"Now look... How happy I am.", I said through a fake smile. Glaring directly back into his eyes.

"You seriously can't be mad at me for this. I mean what you gonna do now? Throw my grandma back into an old home? Seize my business and property? Because that's all you know. To threaten. To yell. You really think you have power over me? No! You just tricked me. And you couldn't have even done it alone. But... You had to use my father's help for it. This is who you really are. You're weak! Admit it! You can't even prick my nail out if it weren't for you owning my business!"

I blurted out challenging him reluctantly. I was drunk and perhaps being rebellion. Yet I didn't realize how stupid I was being.

With saying that I began walking away from Brandon, towards the door.

Before I could reach the door, Brandon grabbed my wrist and turned me towards him.

He tightly held my wrist as he squeezed my arm harshly with his other hand.

"Brandon..... You're hurting me.", I hissed at him as he tightened his hold around my arm.

I tried freeing my hand but the more I struggled the more he tightened his grip. It was like he was pushing me on purpose.

"I don't give a f**k!", He hissed back digging holes inside me through his gaze.

The person who stood in front of me, wasn't even a smallest, single fraction of the Brandon I loved... the Brandon who loved me.

"Now listen carefully....", he dragged me as he pushed me against a wall hurting my back still holding my arm tightly.

"I'm warning you for the last time.", He hissed closing the distance between the two of us to zero.

His closeness still had an effect on my heartbeat that raced manically but little did it effect Brandon who stood digging holes into my entire body through his death glare.

"I'm warning you..... Don't test my patience. Try and act smart again and I'll show you how I can ruin you, your entire family and that little business of yours and the families of hundreds of your employees. Trust me, if killing you was an option I wouldn't have waited for a single second to get rid of you... So don't get on my nerves before I decide to change my mind.", He said out loud glaring directly into my eyes.

There wasn't a small hint of sadness or sorrow but pure hatred and annoyance in his eyes as he uttered those words rendering me rather shocked.

He let go off my arm and walked out

I stood still, frozen at the thought of how can he hate me so much? My heart still flattered at his touch and here he was... He hated me to death!

Tears had found their away on my cheeks, out of my eyes.

I don't remember much after that. The alcohol inside me had hit me so much with all the endorphin running inside me due to the pain that Brandon's words induced in my heart. I felt numb and perhaps don't remember much after that.

***************

I woke up with a severe pain dangling inside my head.

I shielded my eyes from the sun rays hitting me yet I still managed to get up.

I didn't know how but my clothes were changed. I was on my bed, inside the duvet wearing my night shorts and a tank top.

"Good thing you're up.", A voice startled me as I looked around and saw Brandon's assistant holding a glass in her hands.

"Here.... Have some lemonade. I'll get you some pain reliever. Where is the first aid?", She said smiling at me as she placed down the glass of lemonade on the bed side table.

I roamed my gaze around to confirm if it was my room and perhaps it was.

"What are you doing here?", I asked her a bit too rudely.

"Oh.... Mr. Mayor has specifically assigned my duty as your caretaker.", She smiled, and I could sense the fakeness dripping down her smile.

"What the f**k? What am I? A bed bound patient? Why do I need a caretaker?", I said out loud.

"Well... It's my special duty to take care of you. So here.... Have this lemonade.", She offered with her fake toned smile.

"To hell with you, your special duty and this lemonade.", I spoke with a harsh tone getting out of the bed.

I looked around to grab my car keys.

The water was over my head now.... I couldn't afford to stay there anymore.

Fuck Brandon and his every threat.

After his words last night, I don't feel afraid of him anymore. He can do whatever he wants.

Unless and until I was with grandma... She'll always be safe.

"What are you doing?", She asked and I ignored her.

I picked out a small bag pack and filled it with some clothes, my laptop and my phone.

My eyes caught a glimpse of my finger and the ring was placed in it. I took the ring off and kept it on the bedside table.

I went ahead to grab the door knob and open the door but much to my dismay the door didn't open.

I rotated the knob a couple of times but I didn't work.

I turned to look at her as she stood holding a key in her hands.

"What the f**k? Did you guys put a lock on me?", I yelled at her.

"Here... Let me open it for you.", She walked passed me and opened the lock.

My blood had already boiled to 200° Celsius temperature.

I immediately made my way out, down the stairs where my feet stopped pacing as I saw Brandon standing in the middle of the hall room with dad and Margaret.

They all had their heads in my direction as soon as I stepped down.

"Where are you going?", Dad asked.

At the same time Brandon's assistant c*m my caretaker also had walked her way down.

"I tried stopping her... Mr. Mayor.", I looked at her with wide eyes.

The b***h opened up the lock for me, which part of that was stopping me?

"How did she get her lock opened?", Dad asked.

So he was involved in putting the locks on me.

"She.... She threatened to hit me... With a lamp.", Now her voice was dropped down to an octave of innocence, "I.... I couldn't have stopped her."

Bitch!

But I could care less about her lies. My main concern was getting out of this place.

"Everybody leave!", Brandon's authoritative voice called out.

Dad and the b***h liar started walking back upstairs but Margaret stood her ground.

"Brandon... Let me talk to her.", She said through a small voice.

"It's Mr. Mayor and you had multiple opportunities to make her understand but you completely failed.", He harshly replied back to Margaret.

"Don't you have manners to talk to people?", I hissed at him.

He turned his head my way and shot me a death glare.

"Leave!", He again told Margaret and she started walking upstairs.

She passed by my side, and gave me a look full of sorrow and disappointment.

What could she be disappointed about?

As soon as Margaret left.... I looked up Brandon who now stood smiling at me.

His smile rather gave me chills.

Because it wasn't his genuine smile but rather his dangerous one.

"Seems like you're going somewhere?", He said, still maintaining his smile.

"You put your little spy on me, you put a lock on my door. What the hell?", I yelled at him.

"Okay... I'll take you somewhere.", He said gesturing me to move and follow him.

He took a few steps ahead and turned around to see that I still stood my ground.

He walked towards me and I took a step back as he stood extremely close.

He simply grabbed my arm and started dragging me along.

"Leave me.", I yelled trying to free my hand but failed as he kept his grip tightened around my arm.

"Leave me, you asshole.", I yelled at him again but he didn't flinch or loosen his grip.

I felt his nails digging into my arm as he tightened his grip, this made me stop my struggle.

He took me towards his car and opened the passenger's seat door.

He pushed me, almost throwing me inside and closed the door as he walked his way towards the driver's seat.

I tried opening the door as he sat, but it failed.

"Why the f**k do you have locks everywhere?", I yelled as I tried opening the door.

My eyes caught a glimpse of my arm that had purple and black bruises over the spot where Brandon held me.

I simply sat quiet back, knowing that there was no point of struggling.

"Let's take you on a long drive.", Brandon said as he roared the engine to his Ferrari and hit the race on the car.

He immediately took a stroll with hitting the road at a hundred miles per hour making me shriek.

"What the hell is your problem?", I finally began yelling at him.

"You said it yourself last night you don't want to do anything with me, if killing me was an option you wouldn't have waited. Why are you doing this? Why are you suffocating me? And what the f**k? Why did you leave your spy on me?", I yelled at him as I turned my entire body towards him and he simply kept speeding the car annoying the life out of me.

"Why are you torturing me? What wrong have I done you?", I finally said with a broken voice.

He immediately hit the breaks and I fell forward on the front broad and hit my head, stumbling back on the seat.

"Ouch!", I yelled in pain.

"You told me last night that I was using your business and your family as.... A shield. You said, I can't prick your nail out without your business so.... Here you go.", He said opening the front board and picking out some papers and throwing in my lap.

I picked them with a suspicious eye and scrolled through them.

They were power of attorney papers, my business and property was finally transferred to my name.

But anxiety was still inside my heart. I knew Brandon now way too well to do this without any particular reason.

"Why'd you do that?", I asked him.

He heaved a sigh, "Now, you see... We're going to go back to your home and you're going to go to your room, pick the ring, wherever you threw it and wear it right back. And let Rosita stay over with you because I told her to."

"Are you shitting me? You gotta be f*****g kidding me here. What kind of stupid person are you? Who the hell really made you the Mayor?", I yelled almost in disbelief, "You just gave me back my assets, I'm f*****g leaving this hell hole.", I shrugged my shoulders casually.

Surely I wasn't even a bit afraid of him.

I heard Brandon chuckle as I turned to look at him.

"Your sister, she's a nice kid. I wonder what it would be like for your entire family if she ever goes missing?", He said coldly making sweat run down my spine.

A wave of chill generated throughout my entire body at his words.

"What.... Wh... What do you mean?", I asked stammering with fear.

My stumble made him laugh coldly, "And.... And that assistant of yours, who also happens to be your best friend. She goes around taking good care of your grandma right? Hazel Mills. She's a nice girl... You don't seem to be planning her funeral do you?"

One after the other his words were giving me anxiety attacks.

"You.... You can't scare me with all that. Anybody could get information out of anything.", I said half scared, half rebellious.

"Oh no no.... I'm not trying to scare you. I'm trying to prick that nail you told me I can't.", He said through a smirk.

He got out of the car and walked towards my door, opening it from the outside, gesturing me to move along as well.

The area was mainly deserted but his pathway lead into the woods.

He took me near a cabin that was located in the center of the woods.

He went into the cabin opened the door and held it open for me to follow him.

I stood still, following me instinct to not to go behind him.

He rolled his eyes as I stood my ground, "I already told you, killing you is not an option. And the last thing I could do is kill you. Now come on."

I took God's name, remembering along every person I loved and cared for.

I followed him in.

Maybe I was immune, but what if he tortures me? What if he, does literally prick my nails out as he strangled me to a chair?

I looked down to my nails and gulped hard. I just had a French manicure a day ago.

I stopped when I bumped into Brandon who stood straight up.

We were in the middle of the room that was entirely metallic and had a huge black mirror in the middle of a wall.

There was a small panel that consisted to different buttons that was placed right below the mirror.

Brandon bent down and pressed a button and a light shunned from the mirror.

It was a glass. The other side of the glass two men stood straight, wearing black t-shirts and trousers.

As they stepped aside another man sat a chair strangled with his hand and feet tried with leather belts to a leaning barber chair.

I stepped a bit ahead towards the glass and noticed the person.

He was Derrick. He was the manager of my Italian Restaurant.

"What? What.... Why? Wha.... How?", I stammered not knowing what to ask.

I was rather confused. But above all else didn't get why did they had Derrick here and by the looks of it, the situation didn't seem pretty good in Derrick's favor.

"Well... I found out that he was stealing money from your pathetic restaurant. So it just made him quite suitable for a representation of what might happen next to your family if you didn't stop being a s**t head." He said coldly looking straight ahead, as he pressed down a button on the panel and one of the bulbs on the other room turned green as a signal to the men in the room.

They pretty much took the cue and placed down a metal ring on the Derrick's head. He had his mouth already tapped as he sat screaming with his wide eyes.

One of them went around a machine and pressed a button which generated a wave of electricity and the shook hit Derrick's head.

For a moment, my every meeting with Derrick flashed right in front of my eyes.

"Please stop! Please.... He'll die. He has kids.", I screamed and begged to Brandon.

"But he's a traitor and disloyal to your organisation.", He said standing with his hands crossed over his chest.

"Brandon.... Please. I'll just fire him please don't do this to him. Just let him go. Please.", I begged him again.

I didn't care whatever Derrick had done, but be definitely didn't deserve this.

"What the hell? He'll die! Please.... Just let him go! Brandon!.... Brandon!", I yelled and called out but he didn't listen or move an inch.

His men continued giving electric shocks to Derrick without pausing for a moment.

I knew exactly what Brandon wanted to listen.

I closed my eyes shut and heaved a heavy sigh, gulping down the lump of tears in my throat.

"I'll do whatever you want me to do but please just let him go.", I finally said putting a huge burden on my heart.

Brandon pressed down a button and the light turned red and the butchers finally stopped the shocks.

Brandon started moving back outside the cabin.

"Wait! What about Derrick?", I asked him as he walked out.

"My men will know what to do.", He said as he went ahead and sat right back into his car.

I followed him in and sat on the passenger's seat. But this time my feelings were rather of fear and ambiguity rather than anger and annoyance.

Brandon started driving his car and stood peacefully.

I shifted my gaze up to meet his face and his expressions rested peacefully without any protest or any furrow in his eyebrows or his face.

I shifted my gaze outside the window opposite to Brandon.

I let tears roll down my face knowing the mud I'd smitten all over me now.

After a short while we reached back my home.

He parked right in front of the main door.

I took it as my cue to open my door but Brandon held my left hand tightly, squeezing it down as he lifted to show me my finger.

I whimpered with pain, struggling hard but my force was nothing compared to his.

"Now... Listen to me. I should never ever.... In ever should see that little finger of yours.", He pressed the finger more tightly, "Empty!"

He let go off my hand, "You saw that person back there. That was how I'll be pricking your nails. One by one. And trust me the next time it'll be someone you love and I won't even ask my men to stop. Now.... Get the f**k out of my car.", He said coldly grabbing back the wheel.

"I get....", I began wiping off the tears that escaped involuntarily through my eyes. "I get it... You're a monster who won't stop at any cost."

Even though I was scared to death by his words and actions yet I still managed to speak against him.

I got out of the car and made my towards my room where Rosita -- Brandon's spy was already waiting for me.

I rolled my eyes at her presence, "Find yourself a room, there's no way I'm letting you sleep in here."

Coldly stated as I went to the bathroom to freshen myself up.

I came back and luckily Rosita was gone leaving me alone to breath. I looked at the clock and it was only two in the afternoon and I was already tired.

I looked for my phone and it was nowhere to be found.

In fact my bag that I packed while I was planning on leaving was also nowhere to be seen.

I went downstairs asking the housekeepers and everyone else but no one saw my bag neither my phone.

Not even Margaret remember seeing it.

"Ma'am!", Rosita's voice called out as Margaret and I were standing in the hall room and she entered inside the house.

"Mr. Mayor send in this phone for you.", She again gave me her fake smile as she held out a phone towards me.

I looked at her and rolled my eyes, grabbing the phone out of her hands.

"This is not my phone.", I said looking at the latest iPhone that was jet black in color.

"Well... Yes! Being the next first lady, you'll have to carry these linked up phones."

I chuckled out coldly and looked at Margaret.

"Did... Did you go through my things? Did you take my phone and my laptop?", I asked her looking at her with a smile.

"Well... I had to. Mr. Mayor asked me to.", She said again adjusting her rimmed glasses and faking a smile.

I assessed her head to toe and noticed her sleek figure, her tanned body with her dress fitting her tightly ending right above her knees. Her hair were perfectly blow dried to be in place as she kept the glasses on to give herself a more formal look. She was young and pretty to be a secretary but again I could've cared less.

"So... The next time Mr. Mayor asks you to take anything from me without my consent... And I see you going through my stuff.... Or even you Margaret if you see her going through any stuff, mine, yours or whoever's just call in the security.", I plainly stated making my way up to my room.

I went inside my room and turned the stupid phone on. It had a plain black wallpaper with only a single call and text app on the screen. There weren't even any swiping screens, just one that had a phone and a text icon on it.

"What the f**k?", I yelled out loud. "How the f**k am I supposed to download anything on this phone?"

I decided to call in grandma to have a check on her.

I dialled in her number but it didn't connect a call.

I tried three more times but it failed.

Soon a notification topped in on my phone.

I opened it up and saw a huge list of rules of using the crap excuse of a phone.

"What the f**k?", I complained again.

The rules stated that I can't make call to any number except for those who were stated in the emergency while registering the phone and those were two. One I recognized as dad's and the other was the one I didn't recognize.

"What the f**k?", I said again.

Soon a message popped up on the phone's screen.

Unknown: Where the f**k were you trying you call?

I looked keenly at the number and matched it with one of the emergency numbers, prior to dad and it matched.

The tone of the text, the owner of the phone. Of course it was Brandon.

Me: I want my phone back! I need to talk to my Grandma! I need to ask her if she's okay and I need to tell her that I'm okay as well. She'll be worried sick and this s**t excuse of your phone won't let me make calls to numbers besides to those I don't get any pleasure talking to! So now! Can I have my phone back?

I waited for almost an hour for the reply.

This better be good!

I thought once the phone buzzed.

Unknown: No!

His reply boiled my blood.

Me: Asshole!

I sent in without considering the consequences.

Unknown: Dare Say that again!

Me: I just saved your number with this name. Asshole!

I didn't care what he was going to do but of course he couldn't literally prick my nail, or torture me for calling him an asshole. I mean he literally couldn't be the kind of the popular figure to care about his haters. I mean... He didn't. At least not in highschool.

I rolled my eyes at my own thoughts.

Again! He wasn't a Hannibal torturing character in highschool that he is now!

Well lucky enough for me he didn't reply back which surely gives me a chance to say that it's safe to say for now that he stays shut! Because I wasn't going to keep my mouth shut and I was definitely going to suffer the consequences of my big mouth as well.

I decided to change my clothes and take a shower as I still stinked of alcohol from last night.

As I took my shirt off the door to my room flung open and I immediately shielded my body with my shirt.

Of course it was Rosita standing in the door way smiling.

"Did Mr. Mayor tell you to not to knock?", I yelled at her.

"Oh! Sorry.", She smiled again irritating the life out of me and still standing at the door.

"Well.... Get out now!", I yelled at her and she finally left closing the door.

I took a long shower and gave a thought to everything happening around me as I let the warm water wash down my body.

Brandon was definitely in for a challenge and he wasn't the one to immediately act upon, he wasn't stupid. He knew how to play games.

So I had to play along as well and above all... I had to figure my way out immediately. I had to figure everything up. If I needed to get out of this mess... I needed to get in to this first. I needed to find out why were Brandon and dad in this together and why were they doing this.

I needed answers only to crawl back out.