Captured by the Dragon

Chapter one

Kacie

"This is quite unusual." I muttered, as I sneaked past some guards seated around a table. So far, meandering my way into the mansion, hadn't proven to be tough as Josh had exaggerated.

The hallway was vast, if not empty, and my weeks of training proved to be useless. I mean, what was there to fight?

"What is unusual?" Josh asked, just as I leaned against a wall, and waited for an all black dressed guard to move past.

"Everything. For a Sheikh, the security around here is so low. It just seems so easy." And it was.

I had been expecting lots of guards, but from the number I'd sneaked past, I was sure they weren't up to ten in the entire mansion.

Josh sighed from his end. "That shouldn't bother you. Maybe he isn't heavy on security. You know how these billionaires are. Get the art piece, and forget about the security."

"That's easy for you to say. I trust my instincts, Josh. Whatever, where's his gallery located?" I asked, pushing the fact that as I hurried along the hallway, I didn't encounter another guard, to the back of my mind.

My legs ached from hours of monitoring his mansion. All I wanted to do at that moment, was to grab the art piece, get the fuck out of the mansion, get into my little hot tub at my condo, and soak up.

"Hold on-" Josh said. I heard the clicking of his keyboards from his end. I patted the pepper spray which I'd tucked into the side of my trouser. Although I wondered why I'd brought it, in the first place. It wasn't like I'd need it, anyways.

"The West wing. Cream colored door." His voice came on, again, and I nodded. That was where I was headed to.

I rounded a corner, and a large cream colored door came into sight. "Got it."

The Art gallery was just as I pictured it to be. Superseding my imagination, even. I didn't waste much time, as I hurried over to grab what'd brought me here in the first place.

It was an average sized art piece, which was worth billions. I'd been planning on its raid for weeks now. Along with my best friend, Josh.

And now, it was finally going to be ours...

Sparing a quick glance at the other art pieces, I tentatively grabbed it from its stand, and just then, an alarm began blaring. My heart skipped a beat, and I cursed. Just what I thought. Everything had seemed so easy.

"Kay? Kay? What's up?! What's happening?" Josh's panicky voice sounded in my ear, as I rushed out of the gallery, the art piece in my left hand.

"Just a perk of a billionaire's mansion." I was almost out of breath, by the time I sneaked into a room, at the end of the hallway.

As I leaned against the door, I could hear the heavy steps of the men, as they ran past.

"Do well, not to get caught." He begged, and I turned to take a closer look at the room I'd sneaked into.

"You bet."

The room was dark, and had an ominous feel to it. But, I'd rather stay here all night, than go back outside and be caught by the sheikh's men, or worse still, by Al-Zayn himself.

Light snaked into the room, through the window located at a far end. No sooner had a thought formed in my mind, did I move quickly towards it.

I could escape through the window, with the art piece. Great.

As I stared down from the window, my heart caught in my throat. It was a long way down. I could break a leg, if I attempted to jump.

But not jumping down, meant I'd be caught. I made a decision quickly.

I'd just stretched a leg forward, after saying a short prayer, when a voice stopped me. It was colder than the ice on an ice desert.

"Don't even think about it." The voice said, just as the lights came on. When I turned back, my heart almost stopped beating.

Leaning against the headboard of a king-sized bed, was a tanned handsome looking man. His hair lay in curls, doing not even the slightest bit to hide his deep blue set eyes. His black shirt did beautiful justice to his well sculpted chest. God help me, but I was sure I was drooling.

He was staring at me intently, and then his eyes drifted downwards towards the art piece in my hand.

I had been distracted by his looks, that I'd forgotten that I was supposed to be escaping. To get the fuck out of the mansion. But my damn legs weren't cooperating.

"So you're the one who made the alarm go off?" He drawled. It was a rhetorical question, but I felt inclined to give an answer.

I didn't know why. Maybe it was because of his royal demeanor. Or the way his voice commanded respect. Perhaps, it was his good looks, and the way he stared at me, like he was about to swallow me whole.

I nodded, and took a quick glance at the art piece in my hand. It had suddenly lost its allure, in my eyes, and I wished I could get away from it at that moment.

"Kay, are you out yet?" Josh's concerned voice came on, and that roused me from my temporary trance.

"I need to go." I whispered, and rushed towards the window.