I see a pair of expensive shoes first, followed by suit pants, slowly revealing the person’s body until his face is in full view.
My jaw drops in shock when all I see is Salvatore fucking Rossi. What the actual fuck?! For a second, I can’t do anything except stare at the man currently standing in front of my cell.
I honestly thought he was just a creepy and perverted old man. I didn’t think he’d ever have the balls to do something like this. As a matter of fact, I didn’t think he was this obsessed with me to actually kidnap me. I mean, why else would he go to all this trouble, right?
There’s a cruel smirk splayed across his lips as he watches the shock on my face as I take him in, in stunned silence.
“You took me! And you had your men crash into my SUV, knowing that I’m pregnant, you asshole!” I snap at him. I mean, everyone fucking knows I’m pregnant from the announcement Enzo put up in the papers. “Just let me go. You don’t have to do this,” I try to reason, though from the look on his face, that’s never going to happen. He’s never going to let me go willingly.
“Hello, darling. Missed me?” he smirks. “And I’m sorry about that, my love. They were just supposed to grab you, not crash your car. But it seems as though yourhusband,” he spits the last word, “has you guarded pretty well, and that was the only option my men had. But, from the looks of things, you don’t look too injured. Just a few scrapes that’ll heal in no time.”
“Of course, I didn’t miss you. Are you crazy or just delusional? I’m married! What the hell are you doing?” I question, because clearly, he’s lost his ever-loving mind.
“Married?!” He scoffs. “That is exactly why I had to take you!”
“What? Enzo is going to kill you when he finds out that you’ve taken me!” I shriek and his face turns a dark shade of red from the anger coming off him in waves.
“You were supposed to be mine! Your father promised you to me! You were supposed to be MY fucking fiancée! How dare you fuck and then marry that piece of shit Enzo Andretti!” he screams at me, my body freezing at his words because he is definitely giving off psycho delusional vibes. God, his words are making my skin crawl.
“I was never yours! I never even wanted to marry you!” I snap at him.
Rage flashes across his face as he unlocks my cell door and steps inside, advancing toward me. I try to scoot back and away from him, but I can’t move much, so my attempt is useless.
My ankle and wrist are swollen. The pain in my knee has gotten worse, and everything else seems to be going downhill where my body is concerned. I still haven’t felt much movement from my baby girl, and it’s really starting to scare the shit out of me.
“Stay back!” I snap at him.
“Why the hell would I want to do that when I went to all this trouble to get you? You’re finally mine now after months of waiting!”
“I’m not yours. I’ll never be yours,” I snap, defiantly.
“We’ll see about that,” he sneers, backhanding me across the face, which instantly makes my cheek feel like it’s on fire. Fuck! Like I wasn’t already in enough pain as it is. “You see what you made me do? All because you can never keep your fucking mouth shut!”
I can’t believe this asshole is blaming me for losing his shit and hitting me.
“I didn’t make you do anything! You’re just a piece of shit monster who likes to hit women!”
“Like your so-called husband is any better,” he scoffs.
“He’s a million times the man you’ll ever be,” I growl. “He doesn’t have to yell or hit me to get his point across, unlike you. You’re nothing but a weak and pathetic old man! Constantly hitting your women because all you know how to do is incite fear and nothing else. If you take away their fear, then you have nothing because no one would want to be anywhere near you!”
“Don’t fucking test me right now! I’m trying really hard to be nice to you because you’re pregnant, but don’t make me change my mind,” he snaps, grabbing me by the neck and pulling me so that my face is directly in front of his.
He slams his mouth down on my lips, and oh my God! Bile immediately rises in my throat. His mouth on mine is so disgusting. I push against his chest, trying to get him to back away from me, injured hand and all, but it doesn’t work.
I claw at him, reaching for his neck, and a sense of pride fills me when I feel his skin tearing under my nails. He lets out a growl and pushes me away before grabbing my arm and twisting.
I let out an ungodly scream as pain engulfs me from my shoulder, popping out of its socket.Fucking hell! The asshole just dislocated the damn thing.Tears are streaming down my face when he speaks again.
“You’re going to learn something,” he says, conversationally, like he didn’t just cause me physical harm. “Fighting me isn’t going to help you one bit.”
“If you think I’m just going to do nothing and let you abuse me, then you don’t know anything about me at all,” I grit through the agony currently consuming me.
He leans down, his face in front of mine, so close that I can see every detail of his vile features. His cold eyes promise a world of hurt for me.
“Oh, you will,” he says with certainty.
“No. I won’t,” I snap.
