My mysterious billionaire

Chapter eleven: A handsome devil.

I was shocked at first. They looked ready to shoot at me, and their entrance was so chaotic that it meant that they didn’t work for Alexander. My life was now at risk because I decided to play with fire. And then… I saw Alexander’s face. He wasn’t angry, he wasn’t scared. He was annoyed.

“I told you to wait for my signal.” They were his men? Why did he do something like this? Was he trying to scare me?

As I stood there, surrounded by armed men, thousands of questions appeared in my mind, making a sense of dread washed over me like a tidal wave. It was clear that Alexander's influence extended far beyond what I had ever imagined, and now I was at his mercy.

But despite the fear that threatened to consume me, I refused to back down. I squared my shoulders and met Alexander's gaze head-on, a flicker of defiance burning bright within me.

"What is this?" I demanded, my voice trembling with anger and uncertainty. "Some kind of sick joke?"

Alexander's expression remained unreadable, his eyes flickering with a dangerous glint as he regarded me with a cold detachment.

"No joke, Emily," he replied, his voice smooth as silk. "Just a little insurance policy in case you decide to get any funny ideas."

I bristled at his words, a surge of anger coursing through my veins. He thought he could just lock me away like some kind of prisoner, but he had severely underestimated me. I’m not his puppet, and certainly, I’m not going to fall for his tricks.

"You can't do this," I spat; my voice wasn’t shaking anymore. No, it was pure anger that poured out of me. "You're not above the law, Blackwood. You'll pay for what you've done."

But Alexander only chuckled a dark sound that sent shivers down my spine. I couldn’t understand how people like him existed. People that don’t care how much they hurt or damage the rest. People that play with your life like it was a charades game.

"You still seem to be under the impression that you have a choice in this matter, Emily," he taunted, his eyes gleaming with malice. "But let me assure you, you don't. You're mine now, whether you like it or not. I have told you already, and I hate to repeat myself. But because you are so charming, I will let it slide this time."

I felt a surge of panic rises within me, threatening to engulf me in its icy grip. I was trapped, with no way out or one to turn to for help. But even in the face of overwhelming odds, I refused to give up hope. I was a fighter, and I would not go down without a fight. If he had to kill me to stop me, then so be it.

As the armed men closed in around me, I braced myself for whatever was about to happen next. The battle ahead would be long and arduous, but I was ready to face it head-on, no matter the cost. He didn’t want to kill me; he wanted to keep me here like a locked bird, and the worst part was that it seemed he could be able to do it.

Their steps resonated in my mind as my heart pounded in my chest with a mixture of fear and determination.

I knew I was facing an uphill battle, but I refused to let Alexander Blackwood intimidate me into submission. I was scared; I would not deny that. But I had to find something that kept me sane, something that told me that fighting was not in vain. With every fiber of my being, I clung to the hope that I would find a way out of this nightmare.

But as the minutes ticked by and the tension in the room reached a fever pitch, it became increasingly clear that escape was not an option. I was outnumbered and outgunned, and Alexander held all the cards.

"Please," I pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper as I turned to face him. "Let me go. You don't have to do this."

Alexander regarded me with a cold detachment, his expression unreadable as he considered my words. For a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of doubt in his eyes, a glimmer of humanity beneath the mask of indifference. But it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, replaced once more by the cold, calculating gaze of a man who had seen too much. He was a trained killing machine, and whatever I did was not going to move his stone-cold heart.

"You should have thought of that before you decided to meddle in my affairs," he replied, his voice like ice. "But now that you're here, there's no turning back."

With a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I realized that I was truly alone. No one was coming to save me, and I was at the mercy of a man who had proven himself to be ruthless beyond measure.

But even in the face of despair, a small voice whispered in the back of my mind, urging me not to give up hope. I had come too far to let fear consume me now, and I refused to let Alexander Blackwood break me.

If my pledges don’t move him, at least I am going to show him that I was stronger than I looked like.

"You may have me trapped for now," I declared, my voice trembling with emotion. "But I will never stop fighting. And one day, I will bring you to justice for what you've done."

Alexander's lips curled into a cruel smile, his eyes gleaming with amusement at my defiance.

"Spoken like a true martyr," he remarked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "But let me assure you, Emily, justice is a fleeting concept in my world. And if you're not careful, you may become just another casualty in pursuing what you call truth."

With those ominous words hanging in the air, Alexander turned and strode out of the room, leaving me alone with the armed men who had become my captors as the door slammed shut behind him.

As the door clicked shut behind Alexander, leaving me alone with the armed guards, a heavy silence descended upon the room. The tension was palpable, thick enough to suffocate, as I stood there, grappling with the reality of my situation.

It was clear that he didn’t want to kill me, but that didn’t mean that he would keep me like a princess. I was not the woman that he had waited for all his life. This was not a love story, and I was not going to win the heart of the capo. No, this was a story of survival.

With a deep breath, I forced myself to focus, assess my surroundings, and formulate a plan of action. I couldn't afford to give in to despair, not when there was still a chance, however slim, of escaping this nightmare.

He was not going to keep me here; it was still in the city, and I know for a fact that he has other places in and out of the country.

Turning to face the armed guards, I squared my shoulders and met their gaze with a defiant glare. They may have had the weapons, but I had something far more powerful: the unyielding determination to fight for my freedom, no matter the odds. I hope that is enough, or at least that it proves to them that I am not an easy fight.

"Listen to me," I began, my voice steady despite the fear coursing through my veins. "I don't know what Alexander has told you, but I'm not your enemy. I'm just a journalist trying to uncover the truth. If he is threatening you to work for him, I can help you!"

The guards exchanged a glance, their expressions unreadable behind their masks. I couldn't tell if they were buying my story or if they were simply waiting for orders from their boss.

But before I could press the issue further, one of the guards stepped forward, his eyes narrowed with suspicion.

"Nice try, sweetheart," he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "But we're not here to negotiate. You're coming with us whether you like it or not."

My heart sank at his words, the gravity of my situation hitting me like a ton of bricks. It was clear that I was well and truly trapped, with no means of escape in sight.

As the guards advanced, their weapons ready, I braced myself for whatever came next. I may have been backed into a corner, but I refused to go down without a fight. I had to wait for the perfect time to escape, but sooner than later, I will find my opportunity, and Alexander is going to pay for everything he did. I will become his worst nightmare.