Twelve hours ago my life changed forever.

The next morning I wake up in my locked room alone. My cheek aches from the night before and I'm still in last nights clothes. The blood on my chest has turned a weird brown and kind of looks like a bad tan that's dripped. Everything floods back to me at once, Charles kidnapping me, the deal he had, the same fear I had now rising through me again. I couldn't help but take a few moments to cry into the pillows of my new bed, letting it all out before I had to endure whatever was thrown at me.

Eventually I got over myself and sat up looking around at the room I'd only seen in dim lighting. It seemed more apparent in the morning light- the queen size bed with its red silk sheets, a large walk-in closet I hadn't noticed. And a bathroom that rivals any high-end spa. To my right on the bedside table there was a tray holding fresh croissants, coffee and even orange juice. Charles must've left it whilst I was still sleeping. But I didn't have the appetite, so instead I used what energy I had left in me to swing my legs over the edge of the bed.

As I stand up, a note catches my eye placed between a glass of juice and a small bottle of milk for the coffee that no doubt had gone cold. It's written in elegant handwriting "I'll be back later. The black button on the wall is for Room Service. The red button is for me. Don't bother trying to leave you're locked in"

My eyes wandered up to the red button on the wall just about the headboard, I sighed with an eye roll that made my eyes sting from tiredness. I wasn't in any mood to talk to him right now. My next mission was to get my body out the damp bloody clothes I'd slept in and find something suitable to throw on. The walk in closet was huge to say the least and as I rummage through it- I find it filled to the brim with clothes - all designer, dresses, jeans and T-Shirts, underwear all in my size. I immediately feel sick at the sight of everything, it was all fitted perfectly to my figure. It's like he'd planned this from the start, like he'd been watching me a lot longer then before I'd properly met him. I pushed those darks thoughts aside and pull out a long white maxi dress. It was roasting in the villa, Charles clearly didn't believe in air con.

I approach the bathroom sink ready to throw myself into the shower and scrubbing my skin till it's raw and truly clean. But not before looking at my reflection- I look fragile, beaten and completely broken. I was so scared underneath everything else- I barely knew Charles and what I did know I was petrified of. Even I didn't do this favour for him he was going to kill me. I use all my strength to not cry at the new sight of me and instead turn the hob and the shower head on and begin to wash away the blood I needed to get rid of.

Once I was done I looked down at my chest in hopes the scrubbing was enough- I could still see some outlines of dried up blood that hadn't come away with soap and water and sighed in defeat. My cheek however looked so much worse, the gash was only a few centimetres long but it was black and green with bruises with a puffy red outer layer. He'd caught me good.

I slip on the dress id chosen out- it's soft and flowy falling to my mid-thigh when I move. On the bathroom counter there's an array of expensive makeup, skincare products and perfume. He'd really catered this bathroom to a woman's needs. I decide to apply the makeup first and leave my curls untouched other than a small comb being ran through them.

A knock at the bedroom door makes me jump "It's me" Charles says as I hear the door click behind him. I immediately walk back into the bedroom where I'm met with him in casual clothes. He'd obviously been to the track because his lanyard was slumped out his front pocket of his blue jeans. Which was odd because it was still the winter break for formula one so what business did he have there.

"Did you eat your breakfast?" He asks rather carefully, like I might snap.

I slowly shake my head trying to show as much politeness as possible out of total fear even though he didn't deserve my politeness or kindness "No...im not that hungry"

His eyes scan the room briefly before settling back on me "Did you sleep okay?" He questions softly.

"As much as I could...under the circumstances" I mutter quietly avoiding any real eye contact with anything but my fingers twiddling in front of me.

He nods solemnly "Gotcha..Look Sienna I know you're scared, confused..probably very angry and you have every right to be" He gestures helplessly "I didn't want to do this"

"Then why did you?" I ask so small and so fragile, my voice breaking ever so slightly. His jaw clenches and he moves himself quickly to sit on the end of the unmade bed, keeping his eyes fixed on the door in front of him.

"Because you left me no choice!" He snaps, how was it his patience was already wearing thin after one simple question. I flinch at his sudden outburst and I'm reminded all over again of who I'm dealing with.

He notices the painful flinch in my face and it looks like he immediately regrets it "Shit I'm sorry" He mutters shaking his head "I didn't mean to scare you"

I stare at him for a second to long and sigh heavily along with him, his sudden change in personality was concerning but I was still aware that could change at any given moment, so I keep my distance and limit my words "I'm presuming this favour you want is still happening?"

He nods slowly, his eyes now up and searching mine "Yes it is. I need you to come back to Rubyz with me today before it opens"

My eyebrows knit tightly together "Why before it opens? We won't be able to get in?"

He fixes me with an unreadable expression "We will I have a key" standing up to fish them out his pocket he dangles them off his index finger "Well I have your key"

"How did you get that?" I look at the bunched up keys dangling from his finger, the slight reminder of work made me feel sick with the normality I no longer had.

He shrugs nonchalantly "When you eventually passed out last night I went through your bag you'd left in the back of the car"

"So you've got my phone?" I ask with slight dumb hope.

"Yes" He admits grudgingly, pulling my phone out of his pocket and holding it up in front of me like some form of torture "But it stays with me" He slips it back in, out of reach.

My eyes shake with frustrated tears- maybe even sad ones I'd cried too much to even know the difference anymore "When can I have it back?"

"When you're trusted and monitored with it"

"Monitored? I'm not twelve years old Charles"

"True but you're under my roof and you're obeying my rules and until I say so you're not seeing any of you're belongings until you're trusted" He states firmly, folding his broad arms across his chest.

I cough back tears and nod my head. I had to accept this sooner rather than later. I had to let Charles win.

"Okay..Fine"

My pride was swallowed, I know he's not stupid maybe he knew I was only playing into his hands to keep him off my back as much as possible. But for now he didn't seem to mind that.

"You can call your family tomorrow though, even that friend of yours so they're not worrying but I'll be there watching and listening making sure you don't breathe a word of any of this to them since you're already good at that" His voice and expression was dry.

I couldn't help but be slightly thankful for the small time I'd get to hear the people I love the most, maybe that's the strength I'm going to need to get through this shit show "Thank you Charles.."

He nods curtly at my gratitude, a flicker of softness passing over his features "Don't mention it" A smooth reply, his tone devoid of genuine warmth but it's quickly masked as he stands up on business mode "Be ready in ten minutes we're leaving"

And with that he discarded himself quietly and quickly.

I feel like a hormonal wreck, my emotions overpowering me 24/7. I attempt to use those ten minutes wisely and before long I'm just about ready to leave. Whatever I had to do whatever I had to say to make this work I was going to have to follow through with.

I appear in the hallway dressed simply with untouched curls and probably the worst face of applied makeup to ever exist, but my appearance was the least of my problems right now.

"Ready to leave?" He asks firmly, his eyes raking over small details of me. I simply nod my head as I reach the bottom step, the same stairs I'd been dragged up by Charles hours before.

He leads the way out the house and into the blistering summers day heat and towards a secluded garage at the bottom of a very long drive way, the silent treatment lingers between us as he unlocks the SUV, he opens the passenger seat immediately which in my mind was a rare act of chivalry from him "Get in"

I don't question it and instead slide into the seat. I hadn't noticed the fear I now had of cars until it was slowly choking my throat but I pushed past it and stared ahead. The second I looked into the back seats I'd be reminded of everything and if I looked hard enough I'd probably see my dried up blood somewhere.

The door is shut behind me and he rounds the front of the car to take his place in the drivers seat. When he's sat comfortably next to me he hands me a pair of black shades, similar to the ones he was placing across his eyes. I knew it was to somewhat mask my appearance "Wear these so no one will notice you as easily"

I take them and slide on actually silently thankful its blocked the sun from stinging my sleep deprived eyes. He eventually starts the car, the engine purring to life like his Ferrari car on the track. As we pull out of the garage and onto the road, the silence between us becomes thicker and more oppressive. Every so often I could feel his eyes land on me, I could tell he was noticing the way I was hugging my arms around my legs pulling them tightly to my chest. A simple barrier to the outside world.

I watch on as the same streets of Monaco I thought left me behind come back into view, it was all so close to me yet so far away at the same time. I keep tucking my hair behind my ears over and over again, a nervous tick I never knew I even had. Then out the corner of my eye a police car cruises past. My eyes follow straight to it, every inch of me wants to start screaming for help.

Charles tenses beside me "Dont even think about it Sienna" He warns darkly. Acting like he didn't have the law on his side probably already.

"They wouldn't be able to hear me anyways" I grumble to myself.

Before long he's pulling into a parking spot downtown, right outside a busy cafe full of normal everyday people going about there day. What was he playing at? He turns to face me, his eyes serious under the glasses "Stay in the car until I come back do not move a muscle"

"Are you sure you trust me enough or are you wanting to hit me again to keep me in line?" I ask dryly back, making eye contact with him finally.

My comment is disregarded pretty easily by him "You try anything and I swear you'll regret it"

"Don't panic Charles" I reply faintly "I'm not that stupid"

"You sure about that?" He whispers sarcastically.

My gaze his held by his for a moment longer then he turns away abruptly, opening his door and excusing himself. He slams the door shut with more force then necessary clearly irritated by me and strides away inside the cafe. I take the small amount of time he's given me to inspect the car that took my freedom away, it's a high- end model of course. Nothing best for his highness. I notice a small box on my side padlocked by the corner of my foot, probably armed with a gun or money knowing him. A pack of cigarettes is found towards the front compartment of the car next to a Ferrari keychain. The car smells of his aftershave which was oddly a nice scent to me now.

Charles emerges from the cafe a few minutes later, carrying a cup of coffee. He enters the car with the same attitude he'd left with, taking a sip from his cup before starting the car.

"Did you miss me?" He teases.

"You went this far into Monaco for a coffee?" I asked puzzled "You're so bizarre"

His lips twitch upward slightly at my small insult "Maybe I need one good thing today seeing as how I'm stuck babysitting a pain in the ass"

"Voluntarily babysitting you mean?" The question was rhetorical though I knew I was going to get an answer anyways.

He chuckles dryly back "Trust me if it was up to me I'd rather be anywhere else than stuck in a car with you"

The car springs to life once and again and he sets off to complete the rest of his journey. I'm the only person on the planet that was sat in a car with Charles Leclerc and fucking hating it. Girls would kill to be in my position, some would even get off on the fact he's kidnapped them.

Eventually a familiar building came further into view and when we pulled into the car park I knew exactly where we were.

Rubyz.

"What exactly is the plan then?" The clubs closed and it's a Saturday the Pythons won't even be here tonight" I quiz as I look around the empty parking spaces, even Ryan wasn't here thankfully.

The engine comes to a halt. And there was silence again.

"You're about to find out"