Kidnapped

Gianna's POV

Today is my engagement party. Luke proposed to me three months ago. To be fair, it's an arranged marriage. No, he blackmailed me into getting married to him.

But still, I guess it was for the best. I needed a distraction from my own anger, from everything that happened six months ago with Roman Moretti. I needed to be a wife, have kids and move on, even though it was hard.

I obviously had no friends and looking back, now twenty four, I realized that I've lived such a shitty, lonely life. Luke chased me like crazy before he settled for blackmail because he was no different from the average Italian Mafia (Cosa Nostra).

Luke hired a lot of guests and brought some of his own genuine friends but no matter what, the engagement looked like a joke. Still, I tried to make the most of it. It was happening, end of story.

I wore a black dress that hugged my figure from my breasts all the way to my knees, but from there, flare. I loved it and it was probably the only thing that truly excited me about the engagement party.

“Are you nervous, because I am.” He asked, looking ahead in such a way that one wouldn't believe he was actually moving his lips. We were saying hi to guests.

“No, I'm not nervous, Luke. You've gotten what you wanted after blackmailing me.”

I scoffed and rolled my eyes subtly.

“How else will I have dragged you to my bed legally since you've refused to let me fuck you?” He was supposedly a gentleman, but he became so crude and direct after the day he walked into my office.

I thought it was the same old chasing and begging, but this time around he didn't come to beg.

Thinking about it made me want to punch him hard across his face. But still, his reason had me sick to my stomach.

“You're getting engaged to me for sex? We are getting married, Luke. Do you realize how serious it is?”

“And so what? That's how deep my obsession runs. You caused it when you rejected me last year. What were you expecting, for me to give you up, when you're so fucking hot?”

“Fuck, I can't wait for tonight. We'll be alone, naked, and I'll–”

“I don't want to hear it. You're crazy.”

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, but I found it disgusting and walked away from him.

I didn't even know any of the guests and Luke was being incredibly possessive for no reason. We've made out a couple of times, but it was only because I wanted to get used to my new reality on time, and forget my past that I had lived for for years without results.

It's funny how as a top lawyer, I couldn't gather a single evidence against Roman Moretti. It was embarrassing, even for me. I gave up, and that's how we got here.

But I guess, it certainly wasn't the end of my story. I wasn't going to be Luke's wife. It would never happen, because after I came out of the bathroom after a quick break, a group of men in black suits grabbed me.

Like five of them. Before I could scream in horror, my mouth had been covered with a napkin, and I immediately passed out.

……..

My eyes stirred awake in an unfamiliar room. It wasn't dark at all, but I knew I definitely wasn't in my room or anywhere I knew.

My brain was clogged and my vision was clouded, so I pushed myself up from the bed I was on and looked around.

I caught a huge figure in my haze and tried to clear out the blur from my vision by rubbing my eyes. When it finally cleared, I went still.

Roman Moretti.

He had his arms folded, watching me without a word from one end of the room.

Panic crept into my system and suddenly the room felt so small, I couldn't breathe anymore.

“You!” I gasped as I covered my wide open mouth with my hands, unable to stop my eyes from widening in shock.

He said nothing.

“What are you doing here? Why are you here? What do you want?” I blazed with fury instantly.

“I'm not the one in the wrong place, Gianna. You're the one in my country. I mean, your country that you ran away from after the fire. Now you're parading yourself to be a United States citizen and top lawyer. Funny.” His face lit up with malicious intent.

Then it hit me. I knew the air felt different, like an unfamiliar home.

“Where am I? Italy? Are you crazy?” My chest heaved in fear in realization. His man was even more insane than I had been thinking he was for years combined in this very moment.

He kidnapped me and brought me to another country against my will all for what? How did he even get through with it?

He finally left his rigid position and began to approach me with deliberate, precise but scary steps.

I shifted deeper into the bed unconsciously as he approached, clearly scared and I couldn't even hide my fear to save my life.

“I told you I was coming for you, Gianna. Who knows what you're planning for me with that silly fiance of yours, Luke. So I couldn't let the future wedding happen.”

That sick smile formed on his lips. The one that made me sick to my stomach.

It's been six months! I had gotten over it, ready to move on, so how dare he do this? How dare he bring me back here when I was trying to heal?

“No, you're insane. Send me back to the U.S this instant!” I yelled, seeing red, my fists clenching. I wanted to hit him. Anger consumed every fiber of my being.

“You're in chains, and you're ordering me around? Do they hurt? Wait, let me get you out of it.” Then he made a move to try to touch me.

I looked down at myself. My hands were bound by chains and I had barely noticed. One of my legs was pinned to the bed and the other was free. It was weird but still terrifying. Was I some sort of prisoner? Still, I couldn't let him near me.

“If you come near me I'll hit you.” I warned, but he thought it was funny.

“Shut up.” The smile left his face and I did keep quiet, letting him free me from the chains. We made body contact a couple of times and it literally felt like I was cheating on Luke just like that. I couldn't be around this man, whether I hated him or not.

“You're aware that I was getting engaged, right?” I said when I got freed. He took steps back away from me, but his eyes never left mine.

“You don't even love him. Gianna. I know what happened between you two.”

“That's none of your business!” Had he been watching me all this time, this creepy ass stalker! I got the shivers.

“Everything my property does is my business.”

What the fuck? I'm his property now?

“I'm not your fucking property, you piece of shit bastard!” I spat, wishing I could shoot daggers through my eyes.

“You've always been, since that fire. I fucking own you now, do you hear me? You're a threat to me. Trying to get me arrested that day was the biggest mistake you've ever made. You could've stayed in hiding, making sure I never knew you survived. Now look at you, hopeless on my bed, at my mercy–”

“Fuck you.” I said with ragged breath. He had no morals and conscience! I needed to let off this steam before I exploded.

“For sure. It's happening.” His eyes left mine and scanned my body slowly, halting on my breasts and staying there for an uncomfortably long period of time.

No way. No way in hell will I ever let him touch me.

“What are you going to do to me? You want to kill me like you shamelessly shot my father or what? Go on, do it already! Do it you sick bastard!”

He seemed really bored and it made me feel stupid.

“That dress. I hate it. I want it off.”

“What?”

“Take it off. I'd rather watch you naked than let you stay in that dress.”

He wasn't asking, but I wasn't obedient either, especially to someone like him.

“No! Get out if you won't release me!”

He approached me again, incredibly pissed. Before I would make a run for it, he grabbed me by my throat while I was still on the bed and squeezed.

“No one talks to me like that Gianna. Shut the fuck up. You're not leaving this room.”

“Fuck off.” I still managed to say.

After killing my parents, he wanted me naked, then killed me afterwards? No, I'd rather be harmed whilst clothed.

I breathed hard, my eyes on his every move. He removed his hands from my neck and grabbed my jaw with his full palm.

He puckered my lips and brought his to mine, but he didn't kiss me like I thought. Still, it was the hottest, sinful thing that had ever happened to me. I wanted to taste him so bad, just once.

“You silly brat. You're going to be such a good girl when I finally humble you. I want us to cut a deal.” He whispered before letting me go. No, throwing me hard on the bed.

“A deal?”