Angela's POV:
Why me?! Out of all people why do I have to be kidnapped? This dude in front of me looks like he walked out straight out of a mafia fictional storybook. I mean... yes I have to admit he is kind of handsome, but forget that! I muster up the courage to stomp up to him.
"What's the meaning of this?! How dare you just throw me in a van and bring me here with no explanation, I have bills to pay and a takeout dinner I was supposed to eat at home! I don't even know who the hell you are, or who you think you are!" I yelled at him.
He clasps his hand around my mouth, scrunches his eyebrows, and then speaks.
"First of all, you better lose the attitude honey, I'm giving you a fair warning," he says in a low raspy aggressive voice.
I slowly nod my head and he removes his hand off my mouth.
He chuckles and then continues, "The name is Mr. Evans. What I want, I get. And when I laid my eyes I wanted you. And you should be flattered, usually, I don't fall for girls but there's something appealing to you."
I rolled my eyes. That made him a little angry and he let out a big angry breath but luckily that didn't set him off.
He stares down at my lips and then up towards my eyes.
"Well, I'll answer any questions you have at a dinner since I owe you one. Much better than the takeout you were going to have. I'll have one of my men take you to one of my rooms, where they should be a dress laying there for you." he states with a small smirk appearing on his face.
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Primed for Sin
RomanceIt was a normal day for Angela. Just finished her 9-5 job, stopped by the market for some dinner and was now heading home to her studio apartment. It wasn't until she was about a block away from her apartment until a black van stopped right beside h...
