Sven:

A Week and a Half Later:

“Here.”

I toss a Kindle at her.

“This should help with the boredom.”

“I don’t like to read.”

I glare at her. “Jesus, you are hard to please.”

“Yeah, sorry I'm not a more excited kidnapping victim asshole!”

“That would make my life a lot easier.” She glares at me. “Give me the Kindle. What do you want instead?”

“No!” She clutches the Kindle to her chest. “I want to keep the Kindle. Maybe I can get into reading. As for things I like… um, I…” I see hesitation cross her face.

I roll my eyes. “Just say it.”

“Well, um, I’d like to… work out. I miss the sun and moving and…”

I smirk. “And you are feeling good now that you are eating three healthy meals every day.”

I glance at her nearly finished plate of egg whites, spinach, mushrooms and tomato with two slices of ezekiel toast and grass-fed butter. I look back at her and smirk to hide my pride in the situation. Color has come back in her cheeks, all the right parts of her have filled out, her bones aren’t protruding as much. She looks mouthwatering good and I haven’t touched her since that night in the tub. I’ve been busy with boss and Rose has been busy testing useless escape attempts.

She never fails to impress/amuse me. I think she’s finally starting to realize I'm not going to hurt her. I don’t know if that scares her or relieves her. I don’t think she even knows. She feels better now that I proved to her she left her job appropriately. I told everyone she gave me her two weeks’ notice. She’s got no one missing her. In a weird way, I think that makes this easier for her, even though she’s still scared and trying to escape. Small details.

“I mean, well, like,” she turns away, “yeah I have more energy. I want to walk. Run. Do something.”

“I’ll get you DVD’s.”

“I need sunshine!”

“Jesus. Fine. I’ll set it up.”

Her eyes go wide, then narrow. “Really?”

Oh, she knows me so well.

“Well, little Rose. I miss the feel of your skin.”

She bites the corner of her cheek. “Well, books combined with sunshine might help my libido.”

I walk over and trace my fingers down her arm, watching the goosebumps appear. I love that I affect her body whether or not she likes it. Although, I’ve come to realize I’d prefer she did.

“What kind of books are you reading little Rose?”

She shrugs.

“Let’s say we run a test. Play a little now. And then again after you get sun. I’ll compare and contrast.”

She snorts. “Yeah. No. I get sun first then you get… you get… um…”

Her cheeks turn bright pink. “Your pussy?”

I cock an eyebrow as she goes from pink to red.

“Um, I mean if it gets me sun.”

“Woman,” I grumble. “Can you stop acting like you don’t love when I touch you?”

“There’s nothing wrong with your touch. It’s your soul I have a problem with.”

I freeze.

“Do you need workout clothes too?”

My voice is cold. She shakes her head, trying to process the abrupt change in subject.

“Yes please. I wear a size…”

“Small. I know. First, it’s obvious. Two, who do you think got the clothes you have here?”

“Oh right.”

I turn to walk out. I'm done with this depressing ass conversation. Boss and I have things to discuss. I’ve had her a week and a half and, well, I'm not quite sure where to go from here. My plan with boss is playing out perfectly, but with her... Well, I have no clue what the fuck I'm doing. The plan of getting her here was easy, but now that I have her I have no clue what to do with the woman. What lines to cross and what lines not to cross.

“Sven?”

“What Rose?” I frown and don’t even look at her.

“Thank you for not hurting me. Or letting anyone hurt me.”

I turn back to her, shocked she even noticed. “It was never the plan to hurt you Rose.”

“What is the plan Sven? Why am I here?”

“I’ve told you so many times.”

She stares at me blank-faced and blinks a few times, waiting for me to tell her again. Does she forget this shit? Or does she just like to make me say it?

“Because you’re mine, Rose.”

I pin her to the spot with my stare as I say it.

“If you ever want me to be yours, Sven so much will have to change. Taking me doesn’t make me yours. So you have my body. What good is that without a mind and heart to go with it? Think about that as you plan a magnitude of deaths with your boss.”

I turn on my heel and slam the door behind her, locking it. This woman is going to make me lose my temper one day and that is very hard to do! Who the hell does she think she is? I growl as I walk into the area boss and I planned to meet.

Boss looks like shit. Maybe not on the outside, but it’s in his eyes. It’s a true shame I want us to have the Castello’s under us before I take him down. Now would be a prime time to take over. As much as we all like to think we are not human, we are, and Bosses humanity is showing. Something is bothering him.

I walk in casually and take my seat. Gioele is here along with Frances, our new Capo. We all get comfortable. Then the door swings open. Shoved inside is that prisoner girl, looking like she’s seen a hell of a time. They shove her to the ground, drag her to the wall and chain her there. She’s pretty much a rag doll. I don’t think anything of it until I look at Boss. Then I see it. I see exactly what the fuck I’ve been looking for. My eyes light up and my body comes alive.

I’ve found it.

Bosses weakness.

It was quick, but when Lacey was dragged in, a flicker of immense pain crossed his eyes. I knew there was something there the first time I saw the two of them, but I brushed it aside. I won’t do that twice.

Boss has feelings for this prisoner.

He’ll go through with the plans to destroy the Castellos, but it will ruin his girl in the process. He’ll be at his weakest when that happens. Hell, he’s the weakest I’ve seen him right now. I can’t imagine what he’ll be like in two weeks.

Then I attack.

My plan gets modified, because, well, why wouldn’t I move it up? I now have a dirty blonde haired girl that has Bosses heart wrapped around her finger.

Oh, this just got fun.

I’ll get the girl.

The job.

The power.

The money.

… and all I have to do is take down one small girl to do it.

I never imagined it would be this easy. I smirk as I turn to the group of men. I'm much more interested in what they all have to say now.

GAME. ON.