Chapter 4

We are sitting in silence now, his eyes never leaving mine, and I try my best not to make eye contact with him, I would rather not do anything to set him off. We have been driving since I don't know how long now, I know for sure we were driving for about 35 minutes, but that's only a guess. That's what it feels like anyway, I don't even know how fucking long I was asleep before that.

Suddenly, the glass that's separating us and the drives slides down, and a rasping voice fills the back of the limousine. “We are almost to the airport, sir” before the driver raises it back up.

Airport? Where are we going?

I want to ask, but I'm so fucking scared to open my mouth again, what if he kills me? What if he hits me again? I don't think my body can take much more right now, it feels like I'm about to pass out from how weak I am, and right now with this man, that will not be a good thing.

“Speak!” The man with the tattoos says, making me jump, and I look up at him, making sure he is not about to hit me again.

“Airport?” I asked in a soft tone hoping that would make my question seem, less, like I don't even know. I'm just wondering where the hell we are even going.

Why the hell are we going to the airport?

The man sighs, rubbing his hands down his face before taking them away and locking his eyes with mine, I feel a shiver of coldness run down my body from his cold dark eyes as he looks down at me and my heads telling me to quickly look away.

“I live away from people. The airplane Is going to take us home” He says sounding tired himself, I take another moment to look at him his face is handsome, his jawline is sharp, and he has a little facial hair on his face, noting too much just seems like it needs to be trimmed up, his nose is straight, not big, I'm bad at describing people, but he looks like he just walked out of a model magazine himself. His shoulders are wide and even with the suit on, I can tell the man has enough muscles to do whatever he wants.

“Where do you I- I mean we live?” I asked softly again, hoping not to piss him off with my questions.

“I own a private beach in Morocco. I have my own landing strip.” He says, seemingly, a lot calmer now.

Morocco? Why was he in the states if he lived that far away?

“What made you come to the states?” I ask him, chewing on my bottom lip, I'm curious, I can't help that. I just want to know what's going on.

“Business.” He says the one word, his voice turning back colder, which only makes me shut my mouth up, okay it seems he would rather not discuss that. “If you want to keep talking, I can have you sucking my cock”

Yeah, that shuts me up.

I keep my mouth tight as the limousine comes to a slow stop, we must be at the airport, now is my time to try to get away from this man.

The way he described his home, once I'm there, I won't be having a way off the island without him.

I hear the front door close before the right door next to the man opens, and he steps out, once his out I lean up trying to see out the window, trying to see if I can find an escape route but all I see is a lot of nothing but a concrete slab.

No people

.

No other cars, and no other plans.

This isn't good.

“Get out!” The man that was inside with me orders, making me jump to comply, as soon as my feet land on the concrete he grabs me, holding tight to my arms as I attempt to jerk out of it without thinking.

“Let me go, please, please. I didn't know my father owed anyone money. Don't do this to me, please. I won't tell anyone about this, just let me go!” I shout and cry trying my hardest to get my arm out of his hold, but he doesn't let go, just snarls down at me and digs his fingertips harder into my skin, making me cry out from the sudden pain.

“You can get on the plane the easy way or the hard way. Either way, you're coming with me! Shut up and fucking walk!” He growls inside my ear, I turn my head away from his face and look at the man who was driving the car, but he does nothing to stop this.

"You can't let him do this to me!” I shout, trying to push the man away from me with my other hand, but either I'm too weak, or his too strong because he doesn't move an inch.

“That's Roman, he's my bodyguard and yours as well. I can't allow you to die until I'm the one pulling the trigger now, can I? He isn't going to fucking help you now move your fat little ass bitch!” He snarls before shoving me hard toward the walk, way of the plane.

As soon as I find my footing, I take off like a rocket, at least I think I do, with every step I take my legs are burning in protest, and it isn't long until I feel a hand wrap around my neck from behind before jerking me backward into something hard.

I quickly turn my head to look and the man, not Roman the other one that says he owns me, has his hand wrapped tightly around my throat, digging his fingers into my skin causing me to raise my hands and start scratching like a cat, but the more I fight, the tighter his hand gets until he cuts off my airway.

“I'm fucking tired of you not listening to me, I'm going to enjoy breaking you in slowly. Now, if you don't want me to leave your corpse on the ground with your brains scattered around, I suggest you fucking stop fighting me and walk!” He snarls Into the back of my head, causing my heart to start skipping a beat as the thought of my body on the ground leaves my body feeling cold.

“Ok-okay!” I struggle to get out as my lungs try their hardest to suck in a breath, I'm starting to feel dizzy from the lack of oxygen.

Fuck.

I don't want to go with him, but I would rather not die either, I also don't want to fucking go without a fight! This isn't right.

I shouldn't have to pay for my father's mistakes!

“Please, I don't want to die! It's my father! Go and kill him and leave me alone!” I cry out as he pushes me away from his body before bringing his hands down, and smoothing out his suit.

“Killing your father is useless to me. I'm not the one he owed money to, but his debt is paid. You are paying for it now, paying me back for paying for you! Now I won't tell you again, walk before I make Roman carry you up the steps!” He snarls at me again, his face is getting red, and I know it's extremely pissed off right now and for a minute, I don't care! I would rather not get on the plane with him, any chances I have of escaping will be over.

No.

I refuse to move, fuck him, he might as well kill me now because I'm not getting on that fucking plane willingly.

He looks at me for several seconds before he bends over shoving his shoulder hard into my chest, making me double over onto his shoulder, and he picks me up.

I try to wiggle my way down, but he does let me go, I swing my small fists down on his back hard, but he doesn't even flinch at the contact, instead, I feel his hand come crashing down on my left ass cheek, the sting from the hit makes me cry and yell at him louder.

“How fucking dare you! Let me go, you monster! You can't do this! This is kidnapping!” I cry as I try to pull my body off him, hoping my movements will make him drop me, but he holds strong as he starts to walk up the ramp.

He doesn't say anything, just continues to walk with Roman right behind us and my tears start to fall down my cheeks as I watch my only chance of escaping leaving my sight.

Ugh no I cry inside my head, screaming at my father for doing this to me, I don't even remember the man but right now, I hate him, I fucking can't stand him.

“Tell the pilot, I'm ready to get the fuck home.” He snaps at Roman before walking down the aisle, and dumps me in a seat.” Do not fucking move! I'm done playing with you.” He snarls at me before heading to the back of the plane and I don't even look back at him, my eyes are clued to Roman as he presses a button the doors start to raise and shut close.