The Don's forbidden love child

CHAPTER 4

Demetria.

This is all so unreal, I'm starting to wonder if it's a dream or not. Surely, I'm going to wake up in my own bed, in my tiny bedroom at my place any minute,I screw my eyes shut and then open them again.

Nope. Still here. Lying on a king size bed in a beautiful bedroom that's almost bigger than my entire house, with huge sash windows and shelves stacked with leather bound books, not to mention a TV on the wall that is twice the size of mine at home. If I wasn't being held prisoner by a psychopath It could almost be fun.

I settle back against the pillows and stare at the ceiling. I could try to pretend that I'm staying in a fancy hotel for the night. Maybe then I could get some sleep. This place is way nicer than any hotel I've ever stayed at but at least I could get up and walk out of there whenever the hell I wanted to. Not here though. I have visions of sniper rifles trained on my head as soon as I step out of the door.

I haven't seen Alejandro since this afternoon. Selena brought the dinner, and I ate it because it was freaking delicious and also I was famished. I was almost three bites into the most delicious steak when I realized the food might have been drugged. But I figured the damage was already done so I cleared the plate.

Am I still breathing? Yes. So I guess it was okay after all. Besides, I'm sure Alejandro has other, more unpleasant ways of disposing of people than poisoning them.

Selena was kind to me. She showed me where the towels were in the bathroom and where I could find fresh linen if needed, as well as how to operate the fancy looking TV remote which has more buttons than a spaceship. So, yeah she seems nice apart from working for the devil incarnate that is. I wonder if he kidnapped her too, is his entire mansion staffed by people he kidnapped and refuses to let leave.

My heart pounds, and I force myself to take some deep breaths and slow my thoughts. I have a tendency to ramble in my head when I'm anxious or nervous. I have every right to be nervous though, don't I?. I locked that door as soon as Selena took my dinner tray, but at any moment, Alejandro Mariano could come bursting through it, all rippling muscles and tattoos and do whatever the hell he wants with me.

I shudder at the thoughts. But he knows I was a nurse. Hopefully, that's what he wants me for although I have no idea why, he's clearly in excellent physical health. I mean he's tall and muscular and has…

Stop it Demetria!

Nursing had always been my dream job. My mom was a nurse too and it was all I ever wanted to do. Maybe it seemed from my mom leaving that made me choose nursing.

And I did it. I worked at graceville memorial for four years and they were some of the happiest of my life. But that was before….

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I wake up with the TV still on, I had put it on and the familiar faces of Blair Waldorf and Serena were in the screen and my face was glued to the pillow with drool.

I didn't close the curtains because just being able to see the outside world made me feel less like a prisoner. Sunlight dapples the wooden floor, bathing the room in a soft yellow glow. I must have slept all night even though I rarely sleep for more than four or five hours.

After I take a quick shower and freshen up, I dress in my jeans and sweater and unlock the door. The hallway is quiet. I wonder what time mafia Don's get out of bed in the morning or do they sleep all day and work at night like vampires. Alejandro did say I could go any where in the house and my growling stomach is telling me I need to find the kitchen in this huge ass place. I tiptoe out of the room, careful not to wake anyone just in case nobody is awake yet and I might have a chance to escape.

Walking down the hallway and making my way to the stairs, I groan inwardly as I spot the armed guards by the front door. There goes my escape attempt.

I head downstairs in search of a kitchen. I bet mafia man has a whole team of servants to Carter for his every need, but I would prefer to make my own breakfast. I pad along the marble floors, which are surprisingly warm, until I hear the faint sound of a radio and detect the smell of fresh coffee.

Smiling, I walk into the huge, bright kitchen it's so homely and unlike the marble and sleek decor of the hallways, this is rustic and charming. Vases of sunflowers are perched on the windowsills and copper pans hang from a rock on the ceiling. A wooden table with long benches either side dominates the center of the room. It's so warm and inviting, I guess this must be the servants' quarters or something. I doubt the psychopath prince ever comes in here.

" Good morning Demetria," Selena says with a smile. " Sit. I'll fix you some breakfast. What do you want? Bacon ? Eggs? Pancakes? Cereal?"

" I can fix something, thank you," I tell her. 

She eyes me skeptically. " Not when I am in my kitchen."

" Okay." I hold my hand up in surrender as I sit on one of the wooden benches. " I would love some pancakes, if it's not much trouble."

She smiles widely before she starts preparing my breakfast. She hums along to the radio and seems so at peace here it makes me a little uneasy. I mean Alejandro can't be a complete monster if he treats his staff well, can he?. Unless she's not like this when he's around? Maybe he's a raging tyrant who barks orders at her all the day and makes her cower in fear. And this time of the morning, before he gets out of bed is the only time she feels any happiness.

" Morning" Alejandro's deep voice fills the room, and I swallow as I realize I'm about to learn which of my theories are true. 

I don't dare turn my head and look at him. Selena is cheery when she turns to face him.

" Good morning, sir. You want your usual?"

He clears his throat. " Please, and some coffee" 

" Of course," she says with a polite nod. I mean she doesn't look afraid of him, but what do I know? Maybe she's a good actress and what's he even doing in here?

" Did you sleep well?" He asks as he walks towards the table and stands next to me.

I brace myself to turn and look at him and..... holy mother of God, he's wearing only black sweatpants, and I come face to face with his golden, tattooed abs. A bead of sweat trickles down his abdomen, and for the tiniest fleeting moment, I wonder what it would be like to lick it off.

I cast my eyes up and over the rest of his body, which is perfectly chiseled as his stomach until my eyes rest on his face. His eyes are so dark they are almost black. His hair is wet too, sweaty, like he just worked out.

" Yes. The bed was perfectly comfy for a prison cell," I say, and my voice sounds surprisingly calm giving how much my insides are quivering.

" I'm glad to hear it," he replies, ignoring my barb as he sits at the table opposite me.

 He rests his tattooed arms on the table and when he clenches his fist, the thick muscles in his forearms flex, and I have to drag my eyes away from them. But the rest of him is no easier to look at. His chest and biceps are covered in tattoos too. He is literally ink and muscles. All of him. Not an ounce of fat anywhere.

" I don't usually have guests for breakfast," he says, and I realize I'm staring at him.

Heat flushes across my cheeks. " I-I, uh you're just sweaty is all" I stammer " it's not very hygienic to sit at the dining table like that."

" This isn't the dining table though. This is the breakfast table. My breakfast table. I always eat straight after my workout, if you'd like to eat at the dining table, then it's three doors down."

I summon the courage to look into his eyes and immediately regret it because he's glaring at me, but I don't see anger there. His pupls are blown wide and I suddenly feel like if I don't stop looking at his chiseled muscles, then I might end up being his breakfast.

" Here is fine" I reply, keeping my eyes fixed on his. I like being in here with Selena humming along to the radio because it feels like a little slice of normalcy in this fucked up version of reality I am in.

" Fine," he says with an arrogant smirk. I cannot believe he just caught me staring at his muscles.

" Now that you're here anyway-" I clear my throat because my voice is suddenly way more high pitched and croaky than it Normally is. " I need to speak with my cousin, she'll wonder where I am if I don't check in."

" Emma?." He asks 

I blink at him " you know Emma?"

" I know she's your only other living relative"

" Wow! You really did your homework"

" I told you, I learn all there is to know about my enemies, Demetria "

" She's not your enemy. I'm not your enemy," I snap

" No?"

My brain catches up with my feelings to find the right response " well, I guess you're mine now after you kidnapped me."

" I guess." He shrugs before he takes a sip of his coffee 

" You're an asshole, you know that?"

He eyes me over the rim of his coffee mug " I've been called worse."

" I hate you" 

" I'd expect nothing less." 

I realize this is pointless. He doesn't care how I feel about him. " So, Emma…." I say.

" What about her?"

" Can I call her?"

" If you behave yourself you can call her once a week in my office."

" If I behave?" I snap

" Yes."

" And what would that look like? Me behaving?"

" Doing as you're told, " he says as thought it's the most obvious thing in the world.

" But what is it I'm going to be told to do, Alejandro?" I hear the desperation in my voice as I try to keep calm and rational.

He puts his mug on the table and sighs " I don't know yet" 

" You must have some idea, not knowing what you want from me is torture. Is that the idea though? Is this part of the plan?"

He narrows his eyes as he stares at me and it makes me feel too vulnerable with him. " Tell me what is it you're worried I will ask you to do."

I swallow hard as my eyes fill with tears. " I can't….."

" Dee " he says, and the deep, commanding tone of his voice makes my body prickle with nervous energy.

I don't want to be raped or assaulted! That's what I wanted to scream at him, but they are words I struggle to say out loud " I don't want to be used for anyone's entertainment, or their pleasure," I whisper instead.

" You won't be."

My eyes snap up to his again to find he's still staring at me. " Promise?" I ask 

He licks his lower lips, his eyes not leaving mine. " Yes"

" Thank you," I reply instinctively before I remember that this man kidnapped me. I shouldn't be thanking him for agreeing not to let men have their ways with me,but I'm still grateful anyway.

" I meant what I said yesterday. You have free rein of the west wing of the house except my study"

" I'll send for you when I find you something useful to do" he goes on, and I nod Wondering just what the hell that might be.

" And my name is Demetria not Dee " I yell after him emphazing on the demetria.

" Whatever you say Dee" he says, a smirk evident on his face.