~Princess~

The small town of BerrkerVille, a quiet peaceful place with barely any crime or so I thought.

I walked into the bar. Immediately music beaming, and flashing lights ingufled my senses along with the smell of cologne, alcohol and sweat. I sighed, my eyes finding the bar. There he was, sitting at it. I looked down at myself flatting my black short dress that always hugged my perfect figure in just the right places. I slowly creeped over. I sat two chairs away from him, my dress riding up higher than I anticipated. His expensive cologne found my nose almost immediately. I inhaled and glanced at him. He wore a black button up that had the top three buttons, unbuttoned. His sleeves were rolled up to his forearm to show his muscular tattooed arms.

His hair was middle parted and black. He never noticed me, but I was always staring at him like he was a piece of meat. Not just because he was fine but because he gave off "dark" and for some reason it attracted me.

I wave to the bartender.

"Shot of tequila," I request.

She nods and places a shot glass in front of me then pouring tequila right in it. I look at him.

"One for him too."

She nods again walking over to him placing the shot glass in front of him and pouring the tequila.

He looks up from whatever glass was sitting in front of him.

"What's this."

His voice was nonchalant and so was his expression.

Fuck I can't get a read on this guy.

"That lady bought you a shot." The bartender looks at me while drying a cup.

He glances at me, his look unreadable. He then looks back at the bartender and nods.

Fuck it. I hold up my shot when he looks back at me and take it to my lips downing it in a second. The burn is enough to make me cough and he looks away.

What the hell.

He pushes the shot away. What kind of man pushes tequila away.

I stand up and walk over to him sitting right next to him.

"What's wrong with you."

He looks at me. His eye brows rising as if I just asked the most obvious question in the world.

"Like seriously what's your problem, you come here every Saturday to stare at a fucking glass!?"

"So?" He said calmly still staring at his glass.

I pause surprised that he actually responded.

"So why are you here if you're just gonna stare at a damn glass!"

He looks at me his eyes filled with some sort of darkness I can't quite get a grip on.

I choke on my own spit as he begins to speak.

"Don't raise your voice at me princess."

"And if I don't stop?"

He leans in close to me his eyes dark.

"If I lose my temper, you'll lose that pretty little head of yours."

My eyes widen as he pulls back standing up.

"Know your place."

I sit there dumbfounded as he walks off. Did he seriously threaten me? I got up and rushed towards him grabbing his arm and turning him around before I could even process.

"Who do you think you are!?" Anger was now building up in my chest. He looks down at me and then inhales deeply.

"Flynn Lerosio." He says calmly.

"So that just makes you have all the control in the world. You don't just get to threaten me then walk away!" I clinch my fist and for the first time ever I see him smirk.

He turns around and continues walking until he exits the bar I once again stood there dumbfounded. But his smirk...so fucking handsome. Immediately I snapped back into existence and chased after him. He's standing outside two people dressed in black suits standing in front of him talking. I rush over turning him around and shoving him and the two guys grab me by my arms forcing me to the wall and holding me there.

Before I could process being held against the wall by two whom I assume are superior to him, there is a knife held to my neck. I gasp as the cold metal sinks into the first layer of my skin.

"I..I'm sorry," I choke out tears filling my eyes.

Flynn stares down at me his eyes extremely cold, then he pulls the knife away.

He looks at the two, whom are holding me down and he nods. The next thing I knew was there was something placed over my mouth and my body felt numb as I inhaled the scent. Black dots filled my eyes and no matter how many times I blinked more kept coming then my vision went black.

An alarm clock sounds and it pierces my head, my hand flys up to rub my temple. I sit up and look around. Panic immediately sets in.

Where. The. Fuck. Am. I.

I look around the room and feel a cold medal around my left wrist. A chain.

A fucking chain... my left hand tries to pry it off as I hear the door click in front of me. I sit up straight my body trembling.

Flynn walks in his expression once again unreadable.

"Where am I." My voice is raspy and my throat pained from trying to speak. My right hand slides to my neck and I swallow hard trying not to cry.

He doesn't say a word and makes his way over to me sitting next to me. I scoot as far as I can away. He reaches his hand out and touches my hand and I pull away.

"Don't pull away from me." He reaches out and yanks my right hand back rubbing the back of it. I'm trembling but I don't dare to pull back. If he can kidnap me who knows what else he'll do to me.

"What a pretty little thing.." He kisses the back of my hand and gets up. "Such a pity it wont get to live long."

My eyes widen and he leaves the room before I can beg for my life. My eyes fill with tears and I start breathing heavily my vision blurring. I was having a panic attack.