Chapter Three
Gabriela
I moan as my head was pounding. Something heavy was on top of me, preventing me to move much. A heated breath was felt against my neck and while everything seemed foggy in my memory, I knew something wasn’t right.
“My sweet, sweet love.” Someone murmurs in my ear, causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand up in panic.
“I’ll take care of you. I’ll always take care of you.” He continues on, leaving wet sloppy kisses running down my neck and shoulder.
My body shivers but not in pleasure, but in dread. I felt his body move on top of mine and once I got a little of my bearings, I realized that I was in a dark room with little light. I couldn’t quite understand what was going on or how I got here.
“You’re mine. You belong to no one but me. I’ll love you forever.”
The panic started to escalate. I start to push back to get him off me.
“Shh, its okay. It’s just me. We can be together now.”
Before I knew it, he starts shoving his tongue down my throat, his hands beginning to roam all over my body. The panic becomes a full blown out hysteria. I start to thrash under him to get him off even more, desperately trying to move my face from the onslaught of his mouth on mine.
He just presses me down further into what I now know is the bed. I was placed in a bedroom of where, I had no idea. Was I even in the same city by this point? When he still wasn’t getting the damn hint that I didn’t want this I start feeling my hand around to see what I could grab.
I felt a nightstand table and on that table was a small lamp. I clutch it tight and rip the damn thing out of the wall and straight over his head. The loud thump finally releases me of his grasp, and I didn’t waste any time getting off that bed and into a standing position. Brandishing the lamp like a weapon that could do serious harm.
“Fuck!” He curses, slipping off the bed with a stagger.
It must not have done enough damage since the lamp wasn’t broken by any means and the asshole was still alive and well. Still breathing, still conscious.
“What the hell, Ivy!” He spats as he holds his head.
I freeze where I stand. Ivy? Wait a minute. Did he think I was my stepsister? Did they kidnap the wrong girl? This was just freaking great. But relief overflows within me as my adrenaline starts to clam down. The pounding in my head was still there, but I didn’t mind it at the moment.
All I knew was that this was all just a misunderstanding, and he could let me go. Now I wished I didn’t rip the lamp from the wall. I could really use it to turn on the light.
“I think there has been some kind of mistake.” I harshly state.
His figure stops and becomes immobilized at the sound of my voice. A voice I knew he wasn’t expecting to hear at all. Not if he thought I was Ivy. He doesn’t say anything as he scrambles to the wall and sudden bright light engulfs the room, causing my head to throb even more.
I wince at the pain, my vision blurred from the sudden change of atmosphere. Blinking, I look back over to him just to see his eyes bulging out of his head in complete shock. I don’t know what I was expecting but it wasn’t this.
The man was downright handsome. A little older than me I would guess. He was slim, had dark curly hair that was trimmed nicely. He stood a little taller than me, so I would guess around five foot ten or so. His skin was tanned and smooth. But he didn’t strike me as someone who was dangerous or the type that would force himself on an unsuspecting woman.
But looks can be deceiving.
“Who the hell are you?” He nearly gasps in disbelief.
I was about to answer when he suddenly freaks out and rushes out the door and slams it shut behind him. I stared in disbelief that he would ask me who I was just to run out right before I could give him the answer.
Then I hear the lock click in place.
I drop the lamp and rush to the door, trying the doorknob just to find that it wouldn’t budge.
“Hey!” I start pounding. “Hey! Unlock this door!” I begin screaming in anger and confusion.
He finds out he has the wrong person and yet still keeps me locked in here?! For what reason? “Let me go! I’m not whoever you think I am! Open this damn door!”
I slam my shoulder against the thick wood only for it to do…nothing. Goddamn it! How the hell did I get into Ivy’s mess?! She should be the one in here, not me! After minutes of it doing absolutely nothing, I finally gave up.
I was feeling groggy still and now exhausted. I push away from the door and head straight for the window. Swinging the curtains wide I wanted to cry and fall in a heap to the ground. I was met with the vast ocean sea with the building at least thousands of feet in the air of a cliff, looking down about five stories high.
I didn’t know what I was going to do. But even if I was able to escape, how the hell was I going to find my way back? I had no cell phone and no way of knowing where the hell I was. For all I knew I could be on a secluded island far away from New York.
I don’t even know how long it has been since I’ve been knocked out. Hours, days? Who the hell was that man? It was apparent he knew Ivy…very intimately in fact. I mean, he was spouting his undying love for her for Christ sakes! I didn’t even know she was capable of love. Maybe the guy was delusional and had to resort to kidnapping since Ivy was so full of herself.
Its…actually very possible.
Which only made me feel a little sad for him. And pity. Poor guy was going to get his heart broken if he wasn’t some overly rich dude that held power in the industry of billionaires. Ivy was a selfish, gold-digging siren just like her mother.
But then again, the guy did kidnap me and was still holding me prisoner. So, my sympathy only went so far. The two may as well deserve each other after all.
I sigh in defeat, walking back to the bed to sit on. Pulling my knees to my chest, I refuse to fall asleep. Who knew what that perv was going to do next. He just might take advantage of me anyways to pass the time. And that thought stiffened my spine with awareness. Yeah, sleep was definitely off the table for the moment.
I won’t let my guard down until I knew for a fact that I was going to get out of this situation safely. How long would it take for my father to send people out looking for me? Were there people already out there trying to figure out where I had gone off too? He didn’t think I ran away, right? It was a marriage I didn’t want, and my mother was gone, so there wasn’t really anything holding me to my promise.
But that wasn’t me. I never go back on my promises. And I wasn’t going to start now. I wasn’t a Russo for nothing. Right, I couldn’t just rely on my father and the others to find me. It was just a waste of time anyways.
With a new resolve, I start looking for anything I could use to get me out of this dreary place. As I was scavenging through the drawers, I suddenly hear commotion coming from downstairs. There was some yelling, and then some noises as if things were being thrown around. Then things went quiet. Until loud thumping footsteps were heading my way.
Fear and panic washes over me as I scramble for the discarded lamp on the ground to use as a weapon. But the person who unlocks and swings the door open was the last person I ever thought I would ever see again.