Chapter Six
Gabriela
I had fallen asleep. I didn’t mean too, since I was in a place that I had no idea where nor who, besides Enzo, had kidnapped me. The two men never returned last night, and I was worried that maybe I was stuck here after all. Which wasn’t good.
My father had to know by now that I was missing, or God forbid thinks that I ran away from the restaurant. I still had no idea how long it’s been since I was taken. They still haven’t told me anything. But someone had come in the room since there was a plate of fresh fruit and fresh baked bread, with a glass of water and a pot of fresh coffee with sugar and cream on the vanity table that was here.
The aroma was what had awoken me up in the first place.
I cautiously pick at the food, afraid that maybe it was drugged or something. I may be the wrong person they had kidnapped, that doesn’t mean I was safe though. Who knew what these men were capable of. It’s been eight years since I’ve seen Enzo and I only spent two weeks with him. That didn’t mean I knew him, however.
I was thankful there was an adjoining bathroom, and someone had even laid clothes out for me to wear. I slowly picked them up seeing they were just my size which I found suspicious. I would assume they would have been meant for Ivy since she was the one who was supposed to be here, not me.
Her size was a lot bigger in the chest area as well as the buttocks. I would like to say she got them naturally, but honestly who was I kidding? It was obvious she wasn’t well endowed and had to enhance her own looks just like her mother.
Like mother, like daughter, I guess.
Getting plastic surgery wasn’t a bad thing. It’s just how they flaunt it that bothered me. They used those qualities to get whatever they wanted, and it disgusted me that men seem to always fall for it too. In a way, I hoped it wasn’t Dom’s whole reason to do what he did. Because even though Ivy was a mean vicious tyrant, she still deserved someone’s love. Who knows maybe one day she’ll find that special person whose strong enough to handle all her bullshit and high maintenance attitude.
But there wasn’t that much hope.
I pulled up the black long-sleeved turtleneck that was going to fit me like a glove. Along with dark blue skinny jeans that felt unbelievably soft to the touch. It came with matching underwear, socks, and some black flats. Like seriously, how did they know?
I don’t hesitate to get out of the dress I am currently in. It wasn’t by choice, but by demand. My father wanted me to look presentable to Dario and his parents and with that came in Elena with this ridiculous skintight red thin strapped dress that I immediately refused to wear it. It was a hard battle won when she started arguing with me about the attire.
Finally, my reasoning won out towards my father who was getting fed up waiting and hearing the two of us bickering. If I was to look presentable then I needed to dress like I was ready to settle down, not look like a harlot wanting to screw any guy she encountered with.
That got my father’s feathers up and agreed with me on letting me dress myself. So, a nice, well-fitting maroon Scallop trim Cami dress was perfect for this kind of occasion. I quickly grabbed the clothes and headed for the bathroom making sure the door was locked before I got in the shower.
After thirty minutes getting ready, I sat at the vanity table hoping there was a hair brush I could use. If I didn’t get these locks under control now, then I was going to deal with one frizzy hairstyle. My long black hair wasn’t curly perse, just naturally wavy, and super thick. It met just past my waist, and I hated getting it cut. Trimming was the most I would ever do to it.
I wrinkle my nose when I find a bristle brush. It was wide at least but this was the worst kind to use on my hair. Looking around I couldn’t find any others and sighed with dissatisfaction. This was going to be a pain.
Another twenty minutes later and my hair looked more poofy than it needed to be. It ended up drying as I was brushing it that maybe it would have been better to just let it air dry than to brush it at all. I look in the drawers hoping to find some hair clips, ties, or something to tame this monstrosity that was growing out of my head.
Finding some, I smile. I quickly pulled it up into a low ponytail and into a braid. Then I quickly wrap it into a bun and pin it with bobby Pins to keep it in place. It will have to do for the time being. I sat there looking at myself feeling a bit happy that, that was out of the way when someone knocks on the door.
I swing my head in the direction as my heart starts to pound with anxiety. Scrambling to get up, I face the doorway and wobbly state,
“Come in.”
I hear the door unlock with just a few seconds passing before the door was slowly swung open. I hold my breath as I wait to see who was on the other side of that door only to come up disappointed.
“Hello, miss. My name is Charlie. I’m here to escort you downstairs.”
I watch him as he moves to the side and waits for me to leave the room. He was young and handsome. But I could tell instantly he wasn’t someone you could just manipulate. Nor is he the kind of person you could just make them turn their back on their employer. I believe he gave that part of himself away for my sake, to let me know, not even to attempt to try and sway him for help.
That’s fine. I didn’t need or want his help. I was going to figure this out myself. I don’t bother saying anything to him as I walk out of the room, highly aware of his every move in case he was going to do something sneaky. Like chloroform me again. I wasn’t sure if he had been the one to do it the first time, but I doubted it since I was sure after that mistake, that they would be using the same person twice.
But he keeps a good distance away from me as he follows me down the stairs. Once there I waited for him to lead the way since I had no idea where I was going. We didn’t go far. In fact, as soon as we reach the large room, I stop short to find luggage and the two men waiting.
“What is this?” I demand, not waiting for either of them to start talking some nonsense I was sure they were going to spout out.
Enzo faces me, making my body stiffen from the pleasure of his gaze on my person. Out of everyone here he was the one that made me the most nervous.
“We don’t have much time. I had Charlie here to buy and pack some things for you. We’re heading out.” He says as he starts walking towards me.
My breath hitches when he gets close, only to walk right on past me and disappear from the room.
“Hold on a minute, where are you taking me?” I demanded as I followed.
He opens the front door and starts talking to a very large man in a suit that was just standing there on the porch, completely ignoring me. Anger starts to sizzle in my blood. I was about to demand again when someone grabs my elbow.
“Please, Gabriela, just do as he says and don’t cause any trouble.” The man that had tried to violate my body last night practically pleaded.
I snatch my arm away from his touch just as Enzo states, looking down right pissed, “Domenico, if you wish to keep that hand, I suggest you refrain from touching her again.”
Domenico quickly steps away from me looking a little peeved now. Even though I was a little peeved too, but for a whole different reason, I was thankful he voiced that out. I didn’t want him touching me ever again.
But his words registered. I snap my eyes back at him and gasped, “How do you know my name, I never gave it.”
He had the audacity to look appalled. “Uhhh…” He looks to Enzo, who just looks away not saying a word.
Right then Charlie passes us carrying the bags that were packed. Nodding his head for me to follow him. “He eventually figured it out.” He tells me.
“Make Dom carry those Charlie, it’s the least he can do after the shitfest he created.” Enzo hands the man a piece of paper and nods his head.
I watch as the big burly man enter another car and drive away. “Okay, what’s going on? I’m not taking another step until I know where you’re taking me.”
I stomped my foot and crossed my arms over my chest to show I was being highly serious. He just sighs at my theatrics and starts striding towards me with a purpose, completely breaking down my walls with a hint of fear.
“I won’t be telling you where we’re going until we get there. And while this was a mistake, it’s something we can’t just undo. Now, get your ass in the car or I’ll force you to get in” His tone was deep and foreboding.
But it was strangely hot too.
I don’t gainsay him as I do just that. Although, I wondered what would have happened if I went against him and continued to stand there. Throw me over his shoulder? Carried me bridal style? Damn, maybe I should have relented. Being in his arms didn’t sound like such a bad thing.
I get into the luxury car waiting for them to put the luggage in the trunk. Enzo slips in on the other side while Charlie and Domenico sit in the front. The windows were so tinted I knew it was impossible for anyone to see inside. We sat next to each other, yet not close enough to feel even his body heat.
The ride was quiet and looking around the area none of it was familiar. I frown as I ask, “Where is this place?”
“New Jersey.” Enzo curtly replies.
‘Don’t tell her that!” Domenico cries out as he turns to face us, looking frantic.
Enzo just gives him a glare. “What does it matter when we’re leaving this place anyways?”
Domenico opens his mouth only for nothing to come out. His face turns a light pink, and he swings back around to stare out the windshield. New Jersey, huh? I didn’t expect that. I’ve never been to New Jersey, wished I could have stayed a bit longer.
“How long as it been since you kidnapped me?” I wondered.
“Just yesterday. I only meant for you to be knocked out long enough to not know where I was taking you in case you, or rather Ivy, wouldn’t run away from me again.” Domenico answers truthfully.
“You didn’t even realize who you were kidnapping the moment I was unconscious?” I couldn’t help snapping.
“I entrusted the job to a hire unfortunately. I should have just done it myself, then I wouldn’t be in mess.” He mumbles, looking out the side window.
Enzo just grunts in annoyance but doesn’t look at me as he too does the same. I wanted to know what they were going to do with me. On where they were taking me. It was clear they weren’t just going to let me go. At least not until they got what they wanted. Which was Ivy.
“So, I’m stuck with you all for how long then? This place you’re taking me, will I be a prisoner there too?”
“Don’t worry sweetheart,” Enzo nearly sneers the word, “where you’re going, I’m sure will feel more like home than a prison.”
I turn slightly towards him, wishing he would at least give me the curtesy to acknowledge that I was a human being who happened to get mixed up on not of my doing. But he doesn’t, he still looks out of that damn window.
“Home? No place will ever feel like home to me that isn’t where I grew up. So, where are you taking me that isn’t going to feel like a prison?” I sassed, getting upset with him.
He finally looks at me, his dark blue eyes sparkling with intensity, and says, “You’ll just have to wait and see.”