I open my eyes in response to the sound of clapping.
I am momentarily confused as I attempt to determine where I am.
Instead of being in a car, I am in a room with bright lights, expensive-looking cushions, and my hands are tied together in front of me.
I shut my eyes and open them again.
The hell…
"What happened?" I ask the male figure in front of me.
"You fell asleep." He replies.
"What..."
How in the hell did I manage to get any shut-eye knowing that this was the situation I was in?
I look around again, and my eyes lands on two familiar faces sitting at the end of the room.
There's Kane, the driver, who I'm convinced despises my very existence, and then there's the almost-silent guy who, I'm led to assume, doesn't speak much.
And thanks to the extremely bright lights in the room, I can make out their faces.
So maybe a perfect description to the cops won't come out too hard.
While Kane's green dyed hair is fine, the quiet one's orange dyed hair is a terrible choice for his long face.
The man in front of me turns out to be Greg, and when I look at him, I can't stand the sight of his purple hair.
What's the deal with the dyed hair?
I try to wiggle my way through the ropes around my hand, and seeing how soft it is, I gasp and let it be.
I look up at Greg, ugh… the people hair.
"Why am I tied?" I ask.
"Because you migh-
" There's no reason to explain" kane interrupts and I glare at him.
He gets on his feet.
"Liam will be here anyways. I explained things to him already, and you guys, her questions should be irrelevant"
I smack my lips with a nod.
"Okay" I nod again.
Silence falls between us and I observe my environment and situation again.
The door is a few feet away and my hand are the only thing that are tied. My legs are free and the guys are all away from the door.
I watch as Greg walks away to have a seat with the quiet one at the corner of the room.
He brings out a cigarette to share with him, and in seconds they are both carried away.
Great!
My eyes searched the guys to see kane getting on his feet and declining their offer to smoke with them, and I shut my eyes in agony.
Why does he have to be so serious?
Greg and the quiet one are already distracted thanks to their little smokey friend, but the stupid man in front of me won't stop staring at me.
How do I get him distracted and make a run for the slightly open door?
Like this is my only chance and I can't blow it.
I am lost in thought when the sound of a ringing phone goes off, and it turns out to be kane in front of me. And as he takes out his phone from his washed Jean pocket, he glares at me like he knows what's on my mind.
I watch him walk away to the corner of the room to answer whoever is on the line,
and my stomach gives a nervous ache as my eyes won't leave the exit.
My only freaking chance.
Seeing the three men properly distracted. I get my legs all warmed up and wiggle my fingers between the thick ropes, and voila, it came off easy.
All thanks to my sweaty hands.
And in light speed, my legs makes a full run to the door, and my right hand stretched further to push the door open.
I'm doing it, I'm making my way out.
The victory dance in my head came too soon as my head suddenly slams against something hard- Someone's chest.
I take slow multiple steps back, letting the tall figure walk into the room.
No…
No… who the hell just ruined my big escape.
My heart fell to my stomach the same time my face went up at the mention of his name.
"Liam"
One of his men calls behind me.
The man who had just entered the room is slowly brought to my attention, and the first thing that strikes me about him is how tall and broad he is.
Very tall- and big…
And very carefully, my gaze travels over the rest of his features.
Whoa!
Those dark midnight eyes of his are ringed by thick lashes that are a mile long…
Okay how unfair.
His angular features, including his prominent nose, seem to be in good alignment, and his luscious lips, which seem to be begging you to fill on them, are a perfect complement to his chiselled features.
So he is 'the' Liam… the one I believe is responsible for Mr. Harry's death, and cheaply getting these men with ugly dyed hair to hide his body in a bag.
But why would he assassinate the Mayor? It's not like I worry what happens to the mayor.
I obviously simply live my life, I'm not interested in politics... or whatever, but why would somebody want to kill the mayor? He's not trouble, if i may presume.
But hey, what the hell do I know…
I'm just a twenty three year-old who woke up on the wrong side of bed today, and now I'm kidnapped.
Freaking great.!
And who the hell is this Liam anyways?
'Cause I'm pretty sure the mayor is a very important person, and knowing he's in such a position, he's protected almost every second of his life, so how did this Liam guy get his goons to get a hold of the mayor, or are mayors not as important as I thought?
I have no idea I am glaring at Liam until his brows slowly rests right above his eye, oppressing my gaze, and I feel my own eyes soften; my gaze shifts.
"She's the one I texted you about…" I hear Kane say behind me.
Shit.
Since he's their boss, this is the part of the conversation where they talk about me discovering their secret, then slitting my throat and placing me exactly near the dead body of Harry Houston, and then later they will drink and smoke over the fact that I was murdered.
I've seen this in movies a lot and it doesn't always end well.
Liam fully enters the room, closing the door behind him, and thanks to the bright light, I get a glimpse of his light hazel eyes, thick eyebrows and dark brown hair.
"Well, then" My eyes steadily enlarge in astonishment as Liam says.
My goodness! His voice.
"I guess we have no choice." His thick voice continues as he shares a glance with his men.
Wait… why are they staring at each other?
My stomach drops, giving each of them a horrified look.
They're not thinking of killing me now, are they?
I am innocent.
I inhale deeply as Liam makes a labored stride in my direction. The instant he comes close, his height overwhelms mine, and I choke again.
"So you're the chipmunk."
He scoffs.
Chipmunk…?
"I promise you, I saw nothing." My voice is low but loud enough for everyone to hear.
"I'm sure you saw nothing" He nods, obviously not buying what I had said.
"Well what you didn't see or hear is highly confidential , and I'm afraid I can't allow you to leave with such information." Liam clears his throat as he walks to the far end of the room to take a seat at a desk that appears to be spanking new.
I slowly turn to him.
"So what are you going to do?" I ask, my voice low, and scared.
His lips twitch.
I can't tell if he's finding this amusing.
"Well… you do know we have something to do with Harry Houston? And if words get out…"
His voice is too thick.
"Are you going to kill me too?" I ask.
He laughs. "Goodness, no." His hand reaches for a golf ball, sitting in a wide jar at the end of the desk.
"Then…" I swallow hard. "What are you going to do with me?"
His gaze is fixed on the ball in his hand, and he is quiet.
But I am immediately thrown off when his gaze shifts to me through his lashes.
Expecting an answer that will of course drive me crazy, I am left with,
"What's your name?" His accent comes off thick as he asks.
I want to lie about my name, but my mouth speaks before my brain does.
"Scarlett…" I say.
"Scarlett… Hathaway"
.
…*
"Hmm… Scarlett," "Scarlett" I blink countlessly as Liam mentions my name in a humorous and amusing way, there is a way it's bouncing off his lips with his thick accent that makes you just want to-"Have a seat." He offers, gesturing towards the chair behind the desk he's seated. Have a seat? Is my death being prolonged over a cup of coffee? I really don't feel good about this. I take a seat and carefully observe as Liam gives this look to his men, and one by one they leave the room, Kane clearly glaring at me before finally leaving.I scoff. He's so pathetic, even their so-called boss doesn't glare at me like that. The room is now completely empty, quiet, and quite uncomfortable. Sitting in the center of the large moving chair behind the desk, I suddenly feel small. Liam gets down from the desk and turns to me. His height…I feel so small. He looks down at me as if I'm a toddler who has taken candy that wasn't mine and is about to reprimand my ass. "So… Scarlett,
I try to put my mind at ease as I try to understand what this Liam man in front of me is saying… "I don't understand," I shake my head. Clearly he wants me to be his wife, I heard that part, he says it's the only way I can help him with the mayor's fabricated death he conveyed, but still, I don't get it. Like I said, I can help with anything at all. Anything aside drugs and being dead, but why his wife? How does the mayor being dead get to do with me being a freaking wife. I am just twenty three! Liam stares at me for a very long time, the kind of look that shows you want to snap the person's head off their neck. He has already explained so much, but doesn't want to go into more details, and honestly I don't want him to tell me more, because the more I know, the more it endangers my life. I just want to go home. Liam sighs, "You know what? Just ignore everything we've discussed up until now." He moves closer to where I'm seated and pulls out one of the drawers from the desk
Because Liam is making himself appear intimidating and giving me this look that says, "Fuckin hurry!", I find myself having to sign a variety of documents in an instant without having the opportunity to read the terms and conditions of any of them.I keep signing each paper document without even reading the information that I will be responsible for sitting through. When I take notice of a statement, I pause.'Party A can do whatever they desire with party B, with or without permission from party B' I am party B! What the hell is this? Now that his men are in the room, I look up at Liam, and I don't like how they're all looking at me.awaiting my completion of the stupid contract.Noticing my eyes on them, Kane sneers at me. "What?" Party A can do whatever he desires? Not a chance. I need to have a say in this. I have to speak up. "I… want to I pause when they all raise their brows at me in unison. I turn to look at just Liam. "I want to talk about this," I say, pointing t
I blink my eyes open and hear myself exhale as I come to the realization that I had fallen asleep despite making a promise to myself that I wouldn't do so because I don't know what the fuckin' hell is going to happen to me next.I struggle to get out of the sinking soft bed and make my way to the window blinds, almost ripping the blinds off the window in the process. I am in an aggressive mood, and despite getting a minor cut in the process, I am able to successfully remove the blinds from the window so that I could see outside.It is bright and sunny, which is the polar opposite of how I am feeling.After Vilda's strange smile from the previous night, which seemed utterly evil and anxiety-inducing, I found myself on the bed worrying for my life and promising to stay awake because I was locked in and might get stabbed or something if I did fall asleep, but I still ended up sleeping like a baby.Darn it. My life is in the hands of a stranger and I'm getting married to him Wow.Even
"Let me go!" I scream. "Help! I'm being kidnapped!" I yell at the empty road, trying to get out of Vilda's grip. Her hands are jailing my waist firmly. "Don't do this out here Miss Scarlett." She seethes closely to my ear. But I don't listen, I try everything to get out of her grip, I punch her arms around me, kick her legs with my own flabby legs, try to bite her, but she shook me like a doll to get me to Come to my senses. But how can I possibly come to my senses? The moment The driver pulled over at the gas station, I knew instantly it was the moment I had to escape. I had managed to push the door open at the same time the driver unlocked all the doors, but two steps out of the car Vilda had caught me, tying me down with her strong arms. I still try to come out of Vilda's grip, I don't care if I did sign a contract, I want to get out of this. What if they take me to a place out of town, to sell me or do worse. How am I supposed to live? I am fuming in anger, trying to g
What the hell is Liam doing? One minute he's being all normal, the next minutes he's drowning in rage and breaking down his own door. The last thing he wants is a tear on my face? Please. Then he should have thought about it before after all these. And it's not like he knows me or whatever to actually care, I am also a stranger to him. I take a step back, trying to break Liam's arms around me. But he pulls me back, making my head fall back to his chest. "Let me go," I sniff, taking in how calm he smells. If lavender were mints, then that's exactly how Liam smells. "Promise to stop crying?" I hear the thickness of his voice from his chest. I give no reply and he lets go of me either way. Still with his hands on my shoulders, he smiles down at me. Why the hell is he smiling so much? I am in a crisis here! "C'mon" He nods, his hand circling my shoulders and leading me to the bed, where he gently pushed down my shoulder to make me sit. And now seated, his height looks ev
"You look absolutely amazing…" I gulp at the word. Though, I do look amazing. My jet-black hair is gelled and firmly pressed where it is packed almost at the back of my head, and it is folded in a nice bulky bun. Additionally, two strands of hair lay stiff on each side of my face, which causes the silver and diamond mixed crown that is sitting on my head to bring out the glitter that I didn't know I had in my eyes.Or maybe I'm just tearing up. The diamonds on my ear are bright and clear enough to reflect any light and blind one who stares at it, it matches the icy necklace around my neck, they look so expensive I froze for two minutes while getting them on. The diamond jewelries are not not close to the wedding dress on my body. It is a ball gown, big enough to almost cover the entire room. It has silver linings that have small diamonds ready to sparkle whenever you make a turn and hit the reflection of light. It is beyond pretty, and looks gorgeously expensive. Should th
I wake up to the softness of whatever mattress is under me. My eyes flutters open and it takes me exactly five seconds to understand and take in where I am. Definitely back in the mansion and in 'my' room. I start to sit up… "Don't…" His familiar voice and hand gently taking my arm stops me from moving, and I have no choice but to lie back on the bed. "What… I start to say and notice the plaster above my wrist. "What happened?" I finally say, Also noticing the IV fluid bag, hanging by the side of the bed. What the hell happened to me.? Wasn't I just coming back from a wedding? I sit up, ignoring Liam's remark to lie back on the bed again. He sighs… He places his palm on my forehead and his smile follows as he breathes a out a "Thank goodness, you're fine now" "What happened?" I ask. "A fever, that's what happened" Liam sighs standing straight and working towards the door, which is now perfectly fixed. A fever… since when? "I'll be back, you can relay anything yo