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Chapter 7 • Gag her •

*EVERTHING IN WRITE IN ITALIAN IS FROM GOOGLE TRANSLATE! SO PLS DONT COME FOR ME* AND ALSO IN THIS BOOK THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS MORNING BREATHE*

"You really have to hand it to her for trying." I heard muffled voices as my eyes fluttered open, my vision blurred for a moment.

"What she did was fucking annoying. I want you to make sure someone is always keeping an eye on her." An Italian voice spoke, bringing me back to reality.

"Will do." The other voice said.

What the hell is going on?

With my eyes now fully open I glanced around my surroundings. I was in a car and my hands and feet were free. Sitting up a bit, I focused to the front of the vehicle. Ah! my lovely fiance.

"So? What are you going to do with her?" The man driving the car questioned. I gave my full attention as I eavesdrop, fully interested.

"What I'm supposed to, of course. What I'm expected to do." My fiance answered.

Um...I need a little more detail.

"Well, yes of course, but when you found out you wanted nothing to do with this whole situation." The man replied.

He groaned annoyed. "Yet I don't understand why you the fuck your questioning me, Paxton. So, I suggest you focus on the road ahead of you before I blow your head off."

"Yes boss."

I rolled my eyes. What a cliché thing to say.

"Enjoying yourself back there, Il mio amore." He asked before turning to look at me, a cold expression on his face.

My eyes went hide while realization caught on to me. He knew I was eavesdropping the whole time. "No...No, I'm not enjoying myself."

"Oh? And why is that?" He asked as if it wasn't already obvious.

"Well, there are many answers to that question. Number one, why the fuck did you knock me out if you weren't going to, you know, fully kidnap me?"

"Why would I dare do that to my dear fiancée?" His expression remained the same, although his voice was filled with arrogance and sarcasm. Something I wanted to slap off.

"Whatever, scarface." And with that word, that little nickname, I started to regret all my life choices because the look he gave me sent shivers down my spine, leaving a scar deeper then the one on his face imprinted on my mind. That didn't stop me though. Pulling a winner smile on my face, even though I was scared for my life, I leaned forward close enough for him to see the cockiness on my face. "Oh? Baby, did I hit a nerve?" I asked mockingly.

Paxton coughed out a laugh as I watch my fiancée, which I still didn't know the name of, glare hard on me. I slumped back into the sit, never breaking eye contact. After some time my fiancé turned around while I beamed in satisfaction.

Then what I heard next made all that go away. "Paxton, I'll take the wheel. Gag her."

•••

"Wake up." I spoke to my sleeping fiancé, shoving my foot against his rib. It had been about thirty minutes since a I had woken up handcuffed to this bed. "Come on. Wake up."

Every part of my body felt uncomfortable. I was dirty and smelly. I didn't care though because was fucking hungry. Just the thought of food made my stomach scream.

"Please, wake up." I rasped out. Now completely desperate for food, I shoved my foot harder into his side. I stretched my legs lower while my hands prevented me from any further movement. Giving it all my, I kicked him with all my strength.

"Ahh!" He yelled as he moved to the side, then falling of the bed. Picking himself up, he leaned against the bed while on his knees. With a scowl printed on his face, my fiance glanced my way.

"Well, someone likes sleeping in..." I said with a smile. "Good morning, my love."

"Don't ever do that again." He stated before getting up from the floor.

"Do what? Wake you up or kick you. It doesn't matter, I'm just happy you're awake, because I am starving and you wouldn't want to let your beautiful fiancee starve, now would you?"

His face remained bored as he stood silent. I huffed before rolling my eyes. "Listen, I don't remember the last meal I had and with all the running and the fighting, I'm drained. So, I really need to eat...Please?"

My ego is now badly ruined.

I watched as he let out a sigh and moved to his nightstand. After grabbing a key, he moved towards me. I studied him closely as he kneeled in front of me, keying the handcuffs. It was the first time I had seen him upfront like this, and wow, he was gorgeous. His green eyes shimmered against the dim room light. He leaned forward even more with his eyes completely focused on the handcuffs, his beard tickling my ear a little in the process.

"Stop staring at me." He suddenly demanded, looking down my way.

"I wouldn't have to stare at you if you weren't this close." At this point, all I wanted was some space between us.

"As your future husband, am I not allowed to come this close to you?"

"Well then, why can't I stare at you?" I questioned. It seemed like he was getting closer as the conversation went on. Panic started take over me. He was now way to close for my liking.

Luckily, he stood up with the cuffs in his hands. I let out a large sigh as I sat up straight. My back ached from the uncomfortable position I lay in all night.

"The kitchen is on the right side of the split hallway." He directed while he walked towards an unknown door, probably the bathroom.

"Wait..." I stopped him as he turned around. "You're just going to let me go, just like that. No bodyguards? What if I escape?"

All it took were three short strides and before I knew it, he was already in front of me.

"Believe me when I tell you this, you will never be able to escape. I have over one hundred guards surrounding this place, along with surveillance cameras in every room..." He glanced towards the corners of the room, with me following after. He was right. They were everywhere. "So trust me," he gritted the next words out. "You aren't going anywhere."