Three months later...
"Checkmate!" I said and fell back on the bed giggling.
"Your cheating," Richard said.
"Richard, you're the one who taught me to play chess. If I'm cheating then it's because you taught me that." I said smiling. He just smiled at me and shook his head. "Do you want to play again?" I asked him.
"Not right now princess, I've got work to do, but why don't you go find Drake. He will play with you." He said.
"All Drake wants to do is fight," I said.
"That's because he is your trainer. It's his job." Richard said.
Over the last three months, things around here are very different. I've been told that no one has heard a word from Spencer. Richards son still sits in prison. I thought after a few weeks had gone by that I was going to be killed, but Richard never hurt me. In fact, I think the man has fallen in love with me and I don't mean that in a sexual way. I mean he treats me like I'm his daughter. So let's back things up here for just a moment. After the two week period went by. I was still locked up in my room and the only person I saw was Richard. He was getting more and more angrier when there was no word from Spencer and he even sent his men out to find him. Apparently, his penthouse was completely abandoned. They could find no trace of Spencer anywhere. At first, I didn't believe him, but it's been three months now and I'm still here with no signs of Richard's son.
During those two weeks, Richard did his best to convince me that Spencer was a very bad man. I was then let out of my room and I was allowed to roam anywhere I pleased. I wasn't allowed to leave the grounds, but other than that I could go and do whatever I pleased. The only time I left the grounds was to join Richard for dinners. A time that I got to learn more and more about Richard's gang. I didn't understand why Spencer didn't want to represent Richard. Richard was a very wealthy man. He ran the largest gang in New York. At least from what I could tell. His home and grounds were huge and almost twenty or more members lived in his home. Richard's wife was killed when their son was only four and Richard raised him alone. He never took a new wife. His son was Spencer's age and he loved him very much.
Richard decided he wanted to train me to fight when I got into it one day with this woman named Angel. Apparently, she is Richard's son's girlfriend and felt I was some sort of threat. I was sitting in the living room one day when she came walking in. Normal I'm the only girl who is in the house most of the time. Richard had plenty of females working for him. Most of them were badasses, but none of them lived in the house, but one. Her name was Tiffany and she was very good to me. Anyways Angel came walking in and she right off the bat had a horrible attitude with me. Wanting to know who I was and what I was doing there. I couldn't get a word in edgewise. Then she got in my face and when she was running her mouth she spits on me so I pushed her. We started to go at it when Richard's men broke us up. Needless to say, she was getting the upper hand and was kicked out of the house. Richard was very angry and told me she was a pain in his ass because she was the last girl his son was fucking she thinks she is his girlfriend.
That's when I was set up with Drake to learn how to defend myself better. Drake was a very large African American man in his late twenties and he became my friend slowly. At first, he was very standoffish with me and rude. In his eyes, I was the enemy that he had to train to fight. Completely understandable, but he was still a pain in my ass. He was never easy with me and kicked my ass most of the time. I was only five foot seven and he stood almost seven feet and weighed almost three hundred pounds. All muscles I might add. I weighted around a good solid one thirty. I was no match for him. Over time he started to let his guard down with me and we are good friends now. He is like a big brother to me. Sometimes I can get him to come out of battle mode and do something fun with me, but it takes a lot and is tiring.
I know this all sounds a little funny that I'm the way I am with these people, but what other choice do I have? I don't want to die and I don't have any clues on Spencer. I feel like I've been abandon and to tell you the truth. I've been here a little over three months. I've never seen a family tighter then this family has been with each other. They are all so loyal and caring you would never know they are gang members. You can call this a type of Stockholm syndrome but I've learned to care about these people. I've lost so many tears over Spencer that I just don't have any more to give and it never gets me anywhere. I've also caught the eye of a member named Mickey. He is one of Richard's closest men. Richard had three men that are always with him. Kean, who is his right-hand man. The man he trusts the most and has known the longest. Tate is the other man in charge. We all call him tippy. I don't know why but that's his nickname and then there is Mickey. Richard trusts these men more than anyone in the house. Mickey is very good to me and I know he likes me because he has told me. Mickey is very good looking with bleached blond hair and crystal blue eyes. He of course like most the men in this house towers over me.
He has tried to kiss me, but I never let him. The last thing I want is something romantic to ever go down. I still love Spencer, but I think he has given up on me. I really don't know what my future holds for me, but this is my life at the moment. I either make the best of it or fall apart. I'm still a prisoner here, but I feel like I'm trusted and I won't change that for anything. With the exception of my freedom. I don't want for anything here. I'm treated like a princess. "Page, can I see you in my office please?" I heard Richard holler as I was making some coffee. I went to him right away. I stepped into his office and like always his three men were in there with him. Mickey was sitting on the sofa just smiling at me. I shook my head and took a seat next to him. "How are you today princess?" Richard asked me.
"I'm good," I said.
"I called you in here because I promised you I'd never leave you in the dark about Spencer." He said and I nodded at him. "He has been found in Italy." I felt sick to my stomach when Richard handed me a picture of Spencer in the arms of a woman. I didn't know how to take this. I didn't know if I was sad or angry. It was clearly him in the picture. I felt the tears start to sting my eyes. I handed Richard back the photo and felt Mickeys arms go around me. "I'm sorry princess. I didn't mean to upset you." Richard said. "But I won't lie to you. We went after him and he got away and we haven't been able to find him since. I don't think he cares about helping you." He said. The room got quiet and I started to get scared. I looked up at Richard.
"Are you going to kill me now?" I asked him as tears fell down my face.
"No princess I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to set you free." He said.