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Tatiana POV

Taking a shower, I could hardly keep my eyes open. I didn't get much sleep last night from listening to Alexander and Natalia. I really have to get out of here.  I can't be a slave to this man. Getting out the shower, wrapping the towel around my body, I blow dried my hair, tying it into a high ponytail. Rushing into the kitchen finding Elizabeth preparing breakfast, "morning" I greet, "morning" she smiles, taking the tray on the counter I walk over to the dining room, finding Alexander in his usual suit, Natalia in her tight fitting floral dress, "non mi his detto che hai assunto qualche ragazza per venire a lavorare per te" (you didn't tell me you hired some girl to come work for you) she says eyeing me up and down in disgust, Alexander's eyes glued to his phone, "perché è casa mia" (because it's my house) he says coldly, not knowing what is said but sure it's about me, I rush out "hey!" Looking back, it's Natalia, facing her, "is this coffee going to pour itself " she says, evilness dripping from her voice, "you have hands don't you?" I say, giving her a quick fake smile before walking out.

Third Person POV

A smirk makes it's way on Alexander's face, quickly recovering it from it, keeping his eyes glued to his phone, "stai solo andando a sederti e lascia che lei mi parli in quel modo" (are you just going to sit there and let her speak to me like that) she says horrified, anger dripping from her voice, looking up to her, "smettila di essere drammatico" (stop being dramatic) he says coldly before going back to his phone.

Tatiana POV

Going back to the kitchen, helping Elizabeth with the food, bringing it over to Alexander and Natalia, her sending me occasional glares.

Spending the day cleaning the lounge area, hearing footsteps, I see a group of men in suits, they all looked good to be honest, getting up from the floor, trying to make my way out in discomfort, the biggest one stands in front of me, blocking my way, trying to walk past him he yanks my arm, a smirk on his face, "let go of me" I glare, "or what sweetheart" he questions daringly, his eyes scanning my body, "lascia andare il suo uomo, il capo non sarà troppo felice" (let go of her man,boss won't be too happy) one of the men holler, trying to pull away from his grip on my arm he only tightens it, "you hurting me!" I snarl, "Se fossi in te, lascerei andare il suo braccio proprio ora" (If I were you I would let go of her wrist right now) a deep voice I recognize says, the man instantly releases my wrist, horror in his eyes, walking down the stairs, towards the man and I, getting in between us, facing the man, his eyes murderous, "Se mai ti vedrò toccarla in qualche modo, ti metterò una pallottola nel cranio, capiremo?" (If I ever see you touching her in any way, I will put a bullet in your skull, are we understood?) he whispers coldly to the man, the man violently nodding his head, "si capo" he says. Turning back to face me, "get moving" he orders, scurrying away my eyes wide in fear. Making my way to the bathroom, my breathing heavy.

Urging myself to calm down I continued on cleaning the rest of the house. After dinner I decided to go to my room, getting some rest. Staring out the balcony not being able to see the guards, an idea popped in my head. It's either I continue being a slave or I die trying to get away. Removing the sheets from my bed, quickly walking out the balcony tying it to the railing, looking down my heart races due to the fear of heights, you can do this I sigh, saying a silent prayer to myself, stepping out I tighten my grip on the sheet.....

Alexander POV

Starring out my office, a glass of whiskey in my hand, taking a sip I step out the balcony, looking down a tired sigh escapes my lips, noticing movement in Tatiana's room, my brows furrow, her small frame falling to floor as realization hit me, "Hey!!!" I call out, noticing me, she makes a run for it, "Fanculo!" (Fuck) I hiss, running over to the cellphone, speed dialing the men, "la ragazza è appena uscita !!!! Trovala!!!" (the girl just got away!!!! find her!!!) I yell, "non spararle!" (Don't shoot her) I add before running out the room......