AllFreeNovel
Share Us
"So, I suggest you make peace with the idea... or deal with the consequences."
A knot forms in my stomach, and bile rises in my throat.
The enormity of my situation hits me like a ton of bricks.
How can I ever hope to escape from this nightmare?
As I glance around the car, my eyes fall on the driver's side window.
The lock is undone. This might be my only chance.
"Can you at least tell me where we're going?"
I ask, feigning curiosity and trying to distract them.
"Nice try," the passenger seat enforcer says with a smirk.
"But that information is for us to know and you to find out."
I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what's about to come.
With a swift, calculated motion, I lunge towards the door, my hand grasping the handle tightly.
But before I can pull it open, the driver slams on the brakes, sending me hurtling forward.
My head smacks against the dashboard, and stars blur my vision.
"Did you really think we'd just let you waltz out of here?" the driver snarls, gripping my arm like a vice as he drags me back into my seat.
"You're not going anywhere until we deliver you to Hunter."
"Damn you," I spit, my voice shaking with rage and fear.
"I will never give in to him. I won't become his prisoner again."
"Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart," the passenger seat enforcer taunts, his laughter echoing through the car as we continue our journey through the darkness.
"We'll see how long that resolve lasts once you're face to face with Hunter Drucci himself."
As they tighten their hold on me, I search for any remaining shred of hope, vowing to resist these men - and Hunter Drucci - to my last breath.
"Tell me something," I say, my voice barely a whisper as I try to keep the tremor out of it.
"Why are you so loyal to Hunter Drucci?
What makes him worth all this?"
The driver chuckles darkly. "You think loyalty is a matter of 'worth'? That's cute.
Hunter took us in when we had nothing, gave us purpose. He saved our lives, and now we'd do anything for him."
"Even kidnapping innocent women?" I retort, my anger flaring.
"Nobody's truly innocent, sweetheart," the passenger seat enforcer replies, his tone dripping with condescension.
"Besides, this ain't personal. It's just business."
"Business? What kind of sick business involves forcibly marrying someone?"
