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Chapter 4

  • Bella’s POV
  • Theo tosses me like I’m a sack of potatoes onto hunky guys lap. I start to squirm trying to stand up off of his leg, but before I can struggle to much. I feel him grab a fist full of my hair in one hand, and with the other he flips open a knife and places it on my throat. He pushes in hard enough to draw blood, but not hard enough to cut very deep. I freeze because now I’m scared shitless, and apparently I’m not the only one, because I hear my father start saying, “Ivan I’ve changed my mind I no longer want to play, please release my daughter and we’ll be off and won’t ever bother you again.”
  • Ivan just stares at my father, then without breaking eye contact with my dad he snaps “deal the fucking cards.” The dealer shuffles the cards and starts dealing out the cards. Their playing Texas Hold Em’ after Ivan and my dad get their two cards face down, the dealer burns one card and flips over three cards called the flop. Since, there isn’t any betting to be played between cards the dealer automatically burns one and turns the fourth card up, this is the turn card. The dealer repeats the same actions again, by burning one and flipping the fifth card over. This card is called the river card. The cards showing are 6 of clubs, 3 of diamonds, 4 of clubs, 3 of hearts, and 7 of clubs. My dad starts smirking and tosses his cards face up to reveal a 3 of spades and a Jack of hearts. So, he had three of a kind, which is a decent hand. Ivan copies the movements and tosses his face up to show a 5 and 8 of clubs. Which means not only does Ivan have a flush but he also has a straight flush 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 of clubs. The odds must be against me, because that is almost a perfect hand.
  • Before I start into a full-blown panic attack, I ask the question that I’ve been dreading to hear. “So, what does this mean for me exactly? Where will I be going, and how long do I have to stay there?” Ivan tightens his grip on my hair and yanks my head back to where his lips are touching my ear while he answers me. “This sweet heart means that you now belong to me. You are officially the property of the Russian Bratva Don. I own your ass and you will be obedient, and submissive to me. I now control every aspect of your life, you will move in my estate and tend to every whim of mine. Maybe if you act right whenever I get tired of using you for my pleasure, I might let you live instead of killing you. Now you better tell your daddy bye, because it’ll be the last time that you’ll be allowed to see him ever again.
  • Tears are streaming down my face. I don’t even try to hide them. I’m scared, pissed off, and hurt how could my own father be so stupid to gamble with my life like I’m a nobody or nothing. When I get the courage to look at my pops face, I feel like someone sucker punches me in the gut. He has tears rolling down his cheeks to. I mull over Ivan’s words about never again seeing him, and even though I have so much hate for him in my heart, I can’t end things on a bad note. I go to stand up so I can hug him, but Ivan snatches me back until my backside is flush up against his front side.
  • “Where the fuck do you think your going sweet heart? Huh, I don’t remember you asking for my permission to stand.” I start stuttering “I, I, I w..assss wa, wa, wanting to.” Ivan begins yelling right in my ear, “for fuck’s sake quit stuttering and tell me already. Shit, I don’t have time to sit around listening to crying. Either you ask me now what you were wanting to do, or I’ll stand up and walk out the door, and you’ll miss your chance.” I take a deep breath and voice out “I want to hug my dad please.” Ivan gives me his permission by slinging me off of his lap onto my ass on the hard floor.
  • I just lay on the cold hard floor not wanting to give Ivan the pleasure of seeing me scared. It’s not until I hear footsteps walking towards me that I look up. Surprisingly it’s my daddy, he gives me a sad smile, and reaches down and helps me to my feet. He embraces me with a hug, he wraps his arms around me so tight, while whispering “I’m so sorry. I’ll find a way to get you back, I promise.” Into my ear. I just nod my head, because I’m unable to talk at the moment without getting chocked up. Apparently Ivan doesn’t have any patience, because I feel his hand snake around the back of my neck and pulls me back to himself.
  • “Theo, tell Boris to pull the car around front. Dimitri, Igor, & Grigoriy, you escort.” Ivan stops talking and snickers then looks down at me, “hell sweet heart I don’t even know your name.” When I don’t respond I start to feel him, grip my neck harder. My father shouts out “Bella,” once he hears me whimper from the pain. “Escort Bella down to the car and wait for me. I’ve got to have a word with Frank here.” He thrushes me forward into Ape man who snatches my arm with so much vigor that I think it’s going to snap into two.
  • “Dimitri, don’t under estimate her again. You have already twice and look at what happened. That goes for you also Igor.” I can at least put names to my prison guards. Ape man is Dimitri, and the guard I punched in the throat is Igor, so the Grigoriy is the other mans name who was posted outside the doors. It’s like the men were in sync because at the same time acknowledged Ivan’s command by saying “yes Don.” “Boris has the car waiting out front,” Theo says as he walks back inside the poker room. Ivan gives a curt nod letting him know he heard him. “Theo, you accompany Bella downstairs on the way out go over some things that she might need to know. I’ll only be a couple of minutes behind you.” “You got it boss. Let’s go.” Theo tells the four of us.
  • Life of a bad hand