Isabella's view:

I nod slightly, walking out of the room only to be met by guards lined up along the hallway prison style. I look back at Jason and he nods with a smile.

"Go on," Jason says.

I nod once more, eyeing the guards once more than I walk down the hallway and following Jason down the rest of the hallways.

What? Am I a prisoner or something?

We stop at a bronze-coloured door. Jason uses his ID pass to unlock the door, as it opens a large table awaits with Mitch standing in front of the desk with a big smile on his face.

"Welcome, beautiful, glad you could join me," he welcomes, eyeing me from head to toe. "You may leave now, Jason."

And with that, the guard leaves, closing the door behind him.

I eye Mitch suspiciously before saying, "What do you want?"

"I want nothing but you, darling," he replies with that devious smirk that makes me want to slap him.

"You had your chance to prove yourself and you couldn't. What makes you think you can have me now?"

"Well baby, I've got all the money in the world. Girls love money, plus I can have anything and anyone I want with just the click of a finger."

"That's what you think, but this is one person you will never have! No matter how rich you are, you will never have me."

"You say that now, but once I get you screaming my name, you won't be saying so anymore."

"You're disgusting. How old are you even?"

"How old do you think I am?"

"Seventeen."

"Hah!" he snorts, "You wish. I'm actually nineteen."

"So, did you repeat a few years?"

"You betcha!"

"Welp, if you don't mind, I will be going home."

"Oh no, you don't beautiful. You are to stay here till death do us apart."

I roll my eyes, about ready to throw a punch his way when he walks over, holding my hands. I quickly move my hands away, but he doesn't let go.

"Feisty young woman, aren't you?" he says with a devilish look on his face.

"Not feisty, just disgusted by men like you who think it is ok to kidnap women and claim them as theirs when they know they are not. Woman are not toys! You can not use us like some voodoo doll that you prod and poke around!" I roar, pulling my hands away from his, backing up against the wall.

"Listen, sweetheart, do not be afraid of me. I won't hurt you. Other men do this because they are psychopaths, but I am not one. I did not kidnap you, I just simply took what belonged to me."

He is sick! He is an asshole... he is... let me kill this man.

"That does not justify anything. Just you watch! You are going to regret all of this."

"Oh really? And who is going to come to your rescue? That boyfriend of yours? I wouldn't hold my breath. What was his name again, Mark?"

"Leave Mark out of this! I do not have a boyfriend and I never will. If Mark comes to my rescue, you will regret all of this!"

"He won't be able to stop me, he will have to survive through my guards first. And even then, I can assure you he is hiding something big from you."

"He isn't hiding anything!"

"Oh yes, he is. He is not human, I did my research."

"He is more human than you!"

"Please! I've got more balls than that guy, why do you like him so much?"

"He is my friend, and he will knock you off your throne!"

"You keep telling yourself that, little girl. We both know the truth. Now come along, I know you are human... for now. I remember you eat breakfast so I had my beautiful mother make us some pancakes with bacon and eggs, whatever takes your fancy, my love."

"Do not call me that, or your balls won't make it past this course. I will be sure to feed them to you or better yet shove them up to your own ass!"

He laughs and pulls the seat out for me. I just stand there and look at him. I sigh and take the seat. He then walks around the table and sits across from me with a smile on his face.

I want to smack that grin off of his face! I hate his guts!

I put some bacon and eggs on my plate and nearly dig in, but Mitch clears his throat and grabs my hand.

"First, we need to say grace, beautiful," he says calmly.

"But I'm hungry!" I complain.

"You can eat once we say grace."

I sigh and nod, closing my eyes as Mitch says grace. As I open my eyes, he nods - a clear indicator I am allowed to eat.

Finally.

I pick up my knife and fork and instantly begin eating. I shove forkfuls of food into my mouth, not caring how unladylike it is. I hear Mitch chuckling next to me as he eats dainty little pieces at once. I finish my whole plate in no longer than a minute while Mitch is only halfway through his plate.

"You eat such small bites at a time," I say coldly.

"I know," he says briefly, covering his mouth with his hand as he speaks.

"You do not need to cover your mouth you know."

"Who's the man and who's the woman here?" he snaps.

"I don't know, you tell me."

He stares at me for a brief moment, opening his mouth about to say something but closes his mouth again, focusing on his food. I sit there in awkward silence, not knowing what to talk about.

"How are your parents?" he asks.

"Good, good, how is your um, mum?" I ask.

"She's great."

I nod, staring down at my plate.

"How's school going for you?" he asks.

"Good, good. How about you? Still at school?" I ask back.

"I graduated, actually."

"That explains why I haven't been seeing you at school before I moved."

"Yeah, I guess so. You moved schools?"

"Yep."

"Why?"

"Because that's what mum wanted. I got no say in it."

"Mum's the boss," he replies, smirking.

God, I want to slap this man.

My hand tightens around the knife, about ready to stab the man sitting in front of me.

"Be careful with that knife, sweetheart. I do not want you to injure yourself," he says calmly as he finishes his plate, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

"I'll be doing more than hurting with this knife," I mumble.

"You wouldn't want to do that, darling."

"Oh buzz off, Mitch."

"Don't you love me?"

"No."

"Oh well. I know deep down you do and that's all I need."

"You really are delusional."

"So, how are the new teachers?" he asks, ignoring what I had said.

"They are good, a little too nice but good. Something is off in this town and I am gonna find out what," I reply.

"Vampires exist in this world."

"Nah, they do not. They are just a myth."

"No, I mean they do exist. They are just superb at hiding."

"Yep, ok."

"You do not believe me now, but you will eventually."

"And if you are thinking I'll ever be yours, you can dream on buddy!"

"Ouch, touchy."

"Whatever."

I roll my eyes, standing up, and make my way over to the window. I look outside of it, admiring the beauty of the outside world that I so wish to visit again. The lush greenery, the night sky, the lighting that shines bright on the streets. The landscape is just so beautiful.

As I admire the view, a pair of hands land on my shoulders and Mitch's reflection comes onto the glass. His hands, warm - almost hot against the bare skin of my shoulders. A shiver runs down my spines at the warmth.

"You're cold," he says suddenly, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, so?" I reply coldly.

"Let me help you keep warm."

"No, thanks."

I stand there, still staring out of the window where I feel something being draped over my shoulders. I look from the corner of my eyes and see it is Mitch's jacket that is cover my slim figure, his blazer huge on me. I snuggle into the warmth of the jacket, the coldness from my body slipping away.

"Thank you," I mumble.

Just because you give me your jacket, doesn't mean you are in my good books. I still hate your guts!

I then feel hands snaking around my waist and a body against mine, the heat instantly warming me.

"Please let go," I say, trying to push away from him.

"No," he says, holding me tighter.

I whine in pain as his arms dig into my ribs, making them sting.

"Let me go!" I scream, scratching him, my nails digging into his skin, making the flesh tear and bleed.

"Ouch! You bitch!" he shouts as he lets go.

"Bitch, you know I am injured and you continue to hold me that tight. You are dumb and I hate your guts," I say loudly, throwing his jacket at him.

"You're going to pay for that! I'll make sure of it!"

"I don't give a damn. Do what you want, I ain't your prisoner."

"You are mine, I am never letting you go."

"You are just power-hungry because your daddy lets you be!"

He pounces in one swift movement, forcing me against the wall hardly with his hand clasped around my neck, squeezing. The air escaping me as I struggle to breathe. I try to push him away, but he only squeezes my neck tighter.

"Don't you dare talk about my dad!" he yells. "I earnt this empire myself without his help. You do not know anything about my father. He was a devil of a man, he didn't care about my mother, and he most certainly didn't care about me or my upbringing!"

Yes, and it seems we all know who you turned out like. Trophy for asshole of the year goes to Mitch - DING DING DING!

I nod slightly and do the only thing I knew best - fake a cry. I remember the day my dad left for work and never came back when I was a young child; I let the feelings of that day overcome me. The tears fall down my cheek and Mitch let's go. For the first time, there was concern in his face.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to choke you like that. Please forgive me," he pleads, rubbing my arms as he tries to pull me into him in the form of a hug.

Gotcha, you heartless prick! I knew you'd crumble at my mercy.

I punch into his chest as my tears continue to fall, trying to push away, but he didn't give in. He held me tight, my head against his chest, tears soaking his shirt. His hand rubbing my back up and down softly as his heart beats a lullaby.

"Shh, it's ok darling, I'm sorry. It will all be ok," he coos.

I nod into his chest, my tears falling as I can not control them not. His perfume intoxicating and musky. I lean against him gently, not bearing to look at him.

"I really didn't mean it," he says, this time delicately.

"Do you have anger issues?" I ask.

"Yes, but I wasn't always like this," he explains.

"When were you then?"

"Since my father went off the rails and died."

"What do you mean by off the rails? How did he die?"

"The business was beginning to be too much for dad to handle. None of the workers listened to him. He turned to alcohol and forgot about mum and I even more. He often came home drunk, whenever mum would try to speak to him, he would basically get pissed off and well he'd hit mum while intoxicated. He tried to throw punches my way, but I stopped him every time. In the end, someone shot the bastard. Apparently, he wasn't nice to everyone. He had a lot of enemies that want to kill him."

"Did you want him dead?" I ask, looking up at him.

"I hate to admit it, but yes, I did. It's not my most proud confession, and I know he is my father. I know I am his flesh and blood, but I will never come like him. Everyone keeps telling me I am a lot like my father, but I do not want to be. It angers me."

"I'm sorry. I'm sure your fat-"

"You're sure my father loved me deep down? Nah, he didn't. If he loved us, he would go on vacation with us, he would care about himself more than his family."

I nod, staying silent. Listening to Mitch talk. "And your mum?" I ask.

"What about her?"

"Tell me about your mother."

I love stalling for time, it's great to distract him and maybe I could get out of here.

"Well, my mother is a pleasant woman, she's a lot like you, actually. When dad got distance it hurt her, I was always left to pick up the pieces after dad would mess up, time after time. I hate seeing mum upset, she got so happy when she found out I was to take over the company. Mum helps me run the place and works here too. It makes her happy to be here. It distracts her from everything that is going on in her life."

"That's nice of you," I say, forcing a smile as the tears dry up.

"It's the least I could do for the woman who birthed me. Women are amazing."

Women are amazing, yet you're holding one for ransom! Great going, Einstein! Gold medal to you!

I nod softly, listening once more. "What do you have planned today?" I ask.

"Nothing," he replies.

"Am I allowed to take a nap? Preferably on a bed and not the floor."

He nods and says, "I'll have Jason lead you back to the room safely. Don't want my baby hurt."

I nod and mentally roll my eyes. Mitch hails the guard, Jason, and explains his orders.

"All set, my darling, Jason will walk you. I'll meet you later on," he informs, smiling.

Stop smiling, you idiot, and do not call me darling.

I walk over to Jason and out of the room, not saying a single word to Mitch.

"I know how to get there," I mumble.

"I still need to come along," Jason says as he walks next to me.

As we reach the room, I enter, and he closes the door, locking it without another word. I pace around the room for a small while, thinking about ways I could escape. The window? But it has bars and there is no way in hell I'd fit through the spaces between so that won't work.

I walk over to the window and stare outside of it. Not long after, the door slams closed behind me. I jump and I turn around, Mitch stands there in front of me, no smile on his face but his expression serious.