Chapter 4

“Where the hell are you taking me?” I asked Troy, glaring at him as he sped through the streets. I’d been trying to demand answers for the past twenty minutes but he had remained stubbornly silent and I hated him so much for it. He had no right to kidnap me just because I refused to give him what he wanted. “Troy, I’m speaking to you! Answer me!”

He remained silent as if I hadn’t spoken or he couldn’t hear me, and I’d had enough. If speaking to him wasn’t going to get his attention, then perhaps I needed to do something drastic.

I turned to face him, not surprised to see his eyes staring straight at the road. Without caring about the consequences, I raised my hand and began poking his arm.

“Troy. Troy. You need to answer me,” I said as I continued poking him. My finger touched nothing but pure, hard muscle and I wondered how long did he spend at the gym.

“Stop. Touching. Me.” He enunciated each word. But just like he’d been ignoring me since he threw me in his car, I chose to ignore him as well.

“Tell me where you’re taking me,” I demanded and continued poking him. “You can also stop the car and let me go.”

In response he pushed the accelerator and I tried not to scream in frustration. “Stop touching me right now,” he commanded but as usual I ignored him.

“You think you’re the only one who is allowed to do whatever he wants? That’s not how things work in the real world. You give me what I want and I’ll give you what you want. It’s a fair trade.”

He continued driving and I continued poking him in the arm. “Londyn, I mean it. Stop touching me or I swear you’ll regret it.”

“I regret everything when it comes to you. I have no problem putting one more thing on the list,” I told him, adding another finger so that two of my fingers were now poking him. I didn’t know why but I was pissed enough to want to aggravate him the same way. I wanted him to be angry and frustrated like I was and understand that the world didn’t revolve around him.

“Londyn, stop this childish behavior,” he commanded but I shook my head, not sure if he could see me or not. His eyes remained on the road but I could see a vein pulsing in his temple. He could appear nonchalant all he wanted but I knew I was affecting him.

“You stop this car and let me out. That way you’ll no longer have to deal with me,” I told him, not feeling an ounce of fear, which might put me in the category of being mentally challenged but I didn’t care. There was no way I was going to be scared of him.

“Londyn,” he warned, clearly at the edge of his patience.

“Troy,” I responded in a cool tone. “Stop the car and let me go.”

“Stop touching me or I swear you won’t like the consequences,” he threatened.

Instead of heeding his warnings I started kicking the dashboard as well in an attempt to piss him off more. I was aware of the love men had for their cars and according to my experiences, they would rather breakup with their woman than give up on their cars. Troy appeared unflappable most of the time, but at the end of the day he was still a man who loved his car, so I was pretty sure this nonchalant act of his would shatter.

“Londyn,” he snarled through gritted teeth as I continued poking him and kicking his car.

“Let me go. That’s the only way you’ll get me to stop,” I told him.

I was surprised, yet elated, when he swerved the car to the right and pulled over. “Alright. That’s it,” he said as soon as the car came to a stop. He got out which left me puzzled because I thought he would unlock the door and tell me to get the fuck out.

My eyes followed him as he stopped in front of the car’s trunk and opened it. I tried to make sense of what he was doing but I couldn’t see him until he strode to my side and opened my door.

“Wh—” I tried to speak but Troy pressed a rag over my mouth and nose.

My eyes widened as fear uncurled inside me, causing me to thrash around and struggle against him. But as strong as he was, he grabbed both of my wrists with one hand, just like he did last night when he defiled me, and held them down while keeping the rag pressed to my mouth and nose.

I tired not to breathe, knowing exactly what he was doing to me. But with every passing second it got difficult.

“Breathe damnit. Breathe and put both of us out of our misery,” he commanded.

There was no way I wanted to give him what he wanted, but my lungs were burning with the need to breathe. But eventually, my body’s needs won out and I inhaled deeply, hating the cloying scent that drifted up my nose.

“Good girl,” Troy cooed in a sinister tone. “Just breathe. It’ll all be over very soon.”

The drug took a few seconds to work, but when it did I could feel it. My limbs became heavy and my senses began to dull. I felt the strength leave my body as my vision started to blur. My body no longer resisted and I continued to breathe in the noxious fumes of the drug, until my senses left me and all I could do was welcome oblivion with open arms.

Which was exactly what I did, even though I didn’t want to lose my hold on reality. Whatever Troy had given me was potent because resistance was futile and when darkness overtook me, I could do nothing but surrender to it.

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It was my parched throat that made me open my eyes, though it was extremely difficult to do so. And once I did I immediately sat up, realizing that I wasn’t in my room. In fact, I was pretty sure I wasn’t even in my house because there was no way my family could afford the things in this room.

For starters the furniture in the room was made of heavy, expensive wood. I could tell just by looking at it, that it cost a fortune. The crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling would’ve cost at least an arm and a leg, which obviously my Father couldn’t afford because he’d already sold his soul to the Devil.

The baby blue walls of the room combined with the white furniture made me feel like I was in a fairytale. My eyes widened in awe when I took in the bed which was shaped like an oyster.

But it was the sight of handcuffs around my wrists that brought the fairytale crashing down around me.

“What the hell,” I muttered to myself as I tried to undo the handcuffs. But the metal just dug into my wrists the more I struggled, causing me to wince in agony and give up.

I tried getting out of bed but realized that my feet were tied up as well. I drew my knees to my chest and saw a ropes tied around my ankles, preventing any sort of movement.

Panic unlike anything I’d ever felt before erupted inside me and, leaving me conflicted whether to stay silent or scream and cry until the whole world knew I was awake and came for me. As much as I wanted to remain silent I knew it wouldn’t help. Considering my hands and feet were bound I couldn’t walk to the window and jump out. I couldn’t even get out of bed without falling on my face.

Tears welled up in my eyes as my brain reminded me of how I ended up here. Troy Knight. That monster had become the bane of my existence and he refused to leave. I kept telling him I wanted nothing to do with him, but his ego was going to force him to ruin my life. How could he marry someone he didn’t love? Marriage was for life and he couldn’t spend it with someone he hated. It was a stupid decision.

Pride often leads to people making stupid decisions.

He would regret this. He would regret marrying me. I’d make sure of it. I’d make him rue the day he decided to marry me. Just because I wasn’t as powerful as him didn’t mean I couldn’t destroy his peace of mind. If I became his wife, I’d make sure he suffered everyday.

Right now you need to figure out where you are and how to get out of here.

I looked around the beautiful room before looking at my bound limbs and sighed in defeat. I leaned against the cushioned headboard and stared at the top of the bed which was shaped like a shell.

My throat screamed at me for water but there was none, and whatever drug Troy gave me made it difficult for the strength to return to my limbs. I wanted to lie back down and go to sleep but this place wasn’t safe. Troy might just come and kill me in my sleep and I couldn’t let him do that. No, I had to stay awake. It was for my own safety.

The sound of the door opening had me turning my head. Troy sauntered in looking as lethal as when I last saw him. He’d changed into a white shirt which stretched over his muscular chest and a pair of jeans which hugged his ass in the most delicious way.

“Oh good, you’re awake,” he said as he ate the distance between us. “I thought I’d given you a little too much.”

“What the hell is the meaning of this, Troy?!” I shouted, not caring that he was a powerful Mafia don who could kill me with a snap of his fingers. “Where am I? And why the hell am I tied up?”

“You’re in my house and you’re tied up because I put the handcuffs and rope on you,” he answered, pissing me off even more.

“I don’t know what your deal is but you better untie me or—”

He didn’t let me finish. “Or what?” He asked, perching on the edge of the bed, his blue eyes unusually calm. “What will you do?”

“I’ll…” I tried to think of something which I could do while being tied up and something that would cause him a lot of pain. “I—”

“Why don’t you save your empty threats for when you’ll actually have some energy in you? I’m sure the drug hasn’t left your system completely,” he said.

“Troy, I’m done playing games with you. Untie me right now and let me go,” I commanded with every ounce of strength I could muster.

“No, I don’t think I will,” he said. “I think I actually prefer you like this—all tied up. You’re much less of a nuisance that way.”

I regarded him with narrow, pissed eyes. “I have no desire to be around you. You should be looking for Parys rather than keeping me tied up here.”

“I have my men looking for her. I’m sure they’ll find her in no time. But in the meantime I need to make sure you don’t run away like she did,” he stated.

“So what, you think kidnapping me is the best idea?” I snapped.

“I think it’s a great idea, actually. And that’s exactly what I intend to do.” He stood up, leaving me no choice but to tilt my head back to look at him. “You’re going to be here until next week. If I find Parys I’ll let you go, but until then you’re gong to stay here in this room.

“And I have no intention of untying you until you become my wife.”