FIVE | HEAVENLY HELL

CHAPTER FIVE | HEAVENLY HELL

AMANDA

I was only bluffing when I asked if this is the best the universe can do to hurt me but it was really taken personally because two hefty men jumps out of the van. Obviously, my first reaction is to scream and run but they are faster and stronger than me. The fact that we are in a deserted area also didn't help my situation.

I should have just swallowed my fucking pride and beg Marcus. At least, I would be safely sleeping in the apartment.

At this junction, I have concluded that I must have offended the universe and it has decided to pay me back in the worst possible way.

One of the kidnappers covers my mouth with his hands and I waste no time before biting it as hard as I can. I won't be going down without a fucking fight.

The fool yells and instantly takes his filthy crime-filled hands off my sexy lips to examine them.

I smirk as he glares at me. “What the fuck are you? A dog?"

I step on the second kidnapper's toes which makes him let go of me immediately.

I should have started running immediately when I had the chance, but I had to respond. “If I am a dog, I would have ripped you to shreds right now, you motherfucking asshole. Next time you try to kidnap a pretty lady, why don't you pick someone who wasn't dumped on her wedding day, betrayed by her friends and rejected by her family…all on the same fucking day. I have been through enough shit today and I won't let some low-life men kidnap me cause I am a hundred percent sure that I have no one who will be willing to pay the ransom you'll be demanding from them."

By the end of my speech, the men had both recovered from the mini pain I inflicted on them a few seconds ago.

I really should have just made a run for it when I had the fucking chance.

One of the assholes pulls a handkerchief from his back pocket and I immediately know that I'm officially screwed.

“Fuck my life!" I exclaim before the drugged handkerchief is placed on my nose.

I try to hold my breath for as long as I can but I didn't last long for obvious reasons. Soon, the darkness engulfs me in a welcoming silence.

***

“I didn't tell you to kidnap her you dumbass, I only asked you to make sure she is not in danger. I can't believe you brought her here." I hear a voice hiss as I slowly come back to my senses.

There is a sigh and a light chuckle before a voice replies. “We just thought that the best way to keep an eye on her is to bring her closer to you. That way, there won't be any need for us to stalk her."

I hear the fast stamping of feet and I can only conclude that whoever asked them to keep an eye on me must be chasing whoever spoke last around.

With the conversation I just overheard, I am guessing I'm in a safe place. It's kind of relieving that I still have someone that cares about me out there even if the affection is demonstrated in the wrong way.

I am almost positive that it is my father that is behind this. He must have realised his mistake and sent this stupid man to make sure his princess is okay.

I sit up and to my absolute shock, I notice that I am not tied up. They only blindfolded me.

“Amatures," I mumble and take off the useless blindfold.

Nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing would have prepared me for what I see after taking the blindfold off.

I am knocked down by handsome beauty…literally. Like I basically fall down from the impact and force of the bright smiles and absolutely breathtaking gorgeousness of the guys that stare back at me.

What the fuck was I thinking when I saw Marcus as the most handsome guy in the world? Where the fuck were they when I was busy falling in love with and almost stupidly walked down the aisle with ugly Marcus?

Compared to this beautifully handsome men, Marcus Stewart is a fucking ugly amoeba.

They got the smiles, looks, and hot as hell bodies. If they didn't kidnap me, and the fact that I'm not sure if they are a threat to me, I would be riding one of them to the sun by now.

“You are finally awake, beautiful. Hope you had a smooth ride at the back of our van." The blackhead guy winks at me.

I open my mouth to curse at him for putting me in their small van but my brain seems not to be on reasoning-speaking terms with my mouth as my thoughts don't come out as I plan them in my head.

“Am I in heaven? Did you guys mistakenly kill me making me go to heaven cause human beings can't possibly be as good looking as you both are. You must be angels."

I mentally facepalm because honestly, that was an embarrassing thing to say to my kidnappers. I should be cursing them more than a sailor right now but here I am, busy praising their good looks.

The brunette chuckles and moves towards me in such a graceful manner that I start wishing I am as lucky as the ground he is walking on.

He helps me up and places a light kiss on the back of my hand. “No princess, you are not in heaven yet. I don't know if you can recall but my buddy and I kidnapped you."

Heavens! He has a British accent. I think he is an idiot though but that doesn't matter.

If this is the universe's way of apologising for all the evil it did to me today then I gladly and gratefully accept the apology.

A third guy walks in and I gasp and drop to my knees without thinking twice or trying to control myself.

He is a fucking god. I am in heaven, the first two guys are angels while the third guy is a god.

“Why the fuck are you on your knees?" The god glares at me.

His arms are folded with a nasty scowl marrying his beautiful face.

If he isn't a god and I am not in heaven, then he must be a sex model or something like that. His floppy coffee coloured hair resting against his forehead is almost covering his eyes. His eyes are a beautiful shade of grey and for whatever crazy reason, the erotic scenes in ‘fifty shades of grey' begin to flash through my mind with the guy and I as main characters. I can almost taste his beautifully soft red lips on mine and I don't even know who the fuck he is.

“I think you guys have done enough damage today, you can fuck of now."

Oh my goodness! I didn't even pay attention to his godlike voice in the first place. Hot damn! His voice can make a deaf wet.

“Marry me," I blurt out before I can stop myself.

The two guys chuckle as they walk out while the god stares at me with raised eyebrows.

“I wanted to marry you but rejected me to be with your gold digging boyfriend." He replies.

His words cause a frown to appear on my face while my head starts running at millions of miles per seconds. “Have we met before? Do I know you?"

“We haven't officially met but you know who I am…or have heard about me."

His reply pulls me out of the love daze I was in before. “Who the hell are you? What the fuck am I doing here?"

He looks down and stretches his hands. “Timothy Anderson, but you can call me Tim, princess."

Shit! Suddenly, I am no longer in heaven but in hell with the devil [Tim] eagerly waiting to punish me for my crime of rejecting his proposal. Different scenarios of what he might do to harm me travels through my head making fear grip me as I gaze into the pretty eyes of the man I was betrothed to.

This must be heavenly hell.