Drive Me Wild

Chapter 38 - Abigail

It felt like days since I had been snatched up from my new reality and chucked into the deep end of my old life. This time it was much worse. It had only been a few hours.

Pavel had managed to locate and capture me, a man I was hoping and praying to never see again.

After being taken from my house, I was put into a big SUV like the ones that were following me around and was not allowed to ask any questions. The windows were tinted black in the back and a privacy visor was electronically put up between me and the two men in the front. Pavel had taken the front passenger seat while an intimidating and mysterious man took the other seat. Both of them were covered in a sea of ink, reminding me of the tattoos Duke used to have. A pang of guilt clawed at my chest knowing that Duke would be aware of the baby and the kidnapping now. I had to hope that he would think logically, and I could be safely saved.

It was taking a lot of effort to hold in my bladder. My baby was pushing up against it and it didn't help that I had been on a rocky car journey for a long time too. I couldn't think of anything more embarrassing than wetting myself all over the car seats.

"Uh, excuse me." I gently knock against the privacy visor.

"What?" Pavel snaps, pulling it down slightly.

"I really need the toilet." I embarrassingly admit.

"Can't you hold it?"

"I'm afraid not, the baby is pushing it down." I slowly stroke my hand over my bump to calm myself and to maybe calm the baby's acrobatics.

Seeing as the visor was down, I took the time to quickly gather my surroundings. Currently, we were driving in the middle of nowhere and it was dark. A forest would be more accurate. It would be useless if I tried to make a run for it, the forest looked scary, and I wouldn't be able to gather any bearings. I was only getting a brief peek at my surroundings, nowhere near enough time to find an escape route. This was also the Bratva who had captured me, there were most likely men plastered around the place, given the heads up to kill whoever tries to run away.

"We'll be at our destination in ten minutes. Hold it in." Pavel dismisses, snapping the visor back up.

Well shit.

Ten minutes felt like hours as I waited for the car to halt. Near the end of the journey the road started getting worryingly rockier and bumpier. My hands were firmly plastered over my bladder, and I was rocking in my seat hoping to keep it in. I silently was cursing myself for not at least going to the bathroom before leaving the diner. As much as I was in a panic and rush, I should have prioritised my bladder.

Eventually, the car ground to a gradual halt and the two men in the front seat exited the car, leaving me behind in the back seat. Hushed murmurs could be heard, most likely talking about me and what was going to happen. Nerves started to settle alongside the need to pee and I was getting incredibly uncomfortable by the second.

"Please! I need the bathroom!" I pound on the window, almost screaming. To hell with these aggressive pregnancy hormones!

The car door swings open, and a very angry Pavel stands on the other side.

"I'm sorry." I immediately correct myself. "I just really need to pee and don't fancy ruining your seats."

"How thoughtful of you." He snides, gesturing me out of the car.

Planting my feet firmly on the floor felt like a relief after hours in the car. Pavel immediately starts walking inside and I don't hesitate to follow. At the moment I couldn't even care that I'm walking into an unknown and run-down building with a dangerous man. All I want is a toilet.

The inside of the house is a lot more upscale and modern than the outside. Expensive furniture and decorations are spread around the place as if it is an everyday lived-in home.

A small skinny woman with short auburn hair is daintily sat on the seat across the living room. As soon as she hears our footsteps, she stands up and faces our direction. This isn't any old woman though.

I know her.

She's my landlord.

Rachael.

"Rachael, what are you doing here?" I dismay, worried for her safety. Did Pavel kidnap her too?

"Oh silly me!" She lightly laughs. "I never told you did I?"

I furrow my brow.

Rachael slowly makes her way over to Pavel and embraces him with a searing hot kiss. Confusion and betrayal slowly take over my body.

"What's the meaning of this?" I snap.

"He's my husband." She admires.

"This isn't making sense."

"Then let me explain it to you. I befriended you because your brother was in a lot of debt with the Bratva. I let you have the house for a cheaper price so that we could keep an eye on you and your brother whenever he came around. Simple?"

"You disgust me." I retort, wanting nothing more than to rip her to shreds.

"Enough of this." Pavel interrupts. "I thought you needed the bathroom?"

"I do." I dismiss, holding my head up high.

I couldn't allow Rachael to get to me like that. What they had done hurt me like hell, but I would be damned if I showed it.

Pavel's mouth spreads into a wide grin and he starts walking over to a door. Once opened, it reveals a set of stairs going down.

"I think the basement would be more suitable for you." He invites me down the stairs. Waiting for me to walk in front of him.

Unease settles around my body. "I don't want to walk in front of you."

"Why ever not?" He sadistically smiles.

"I don't trust you."

"Very well." He shakes his head. Walking down the stairs.

His unbothered and dismissive manner did nothing to help the unease. It should have been a good sign, but not for a man like Pavel.

The basement was dark and dingy. A singular small light hung from the ceiling, illuminating the room to an eerie glow. Chains lay on the floor with a small bucket in the corner.

"Don't tell me there isn't even a bed or bathroom!" I exasperate.

"I haven't finished walking yet." Pavel snaps, motioning for me to keep following him.

A door was situated on the other side of the room, it looked practically brand new compared to the rest of the basement and made me feel slightly better about being situated down here.

"I thought that it would be better if I put you in here. Seeing as you're pregnant." Pavel dismisses, opening the door to reveal a spacious bedroom.

A sigh of relief leaves my lips and I start to make my way through the door, not bothering to see if Pavel was close behind me. The betrayal of my supposed friend Rachael was hitting hard, and the exhaustion of a long car journey was quickly catching up with me. I was just hoping and praying that Duke knew where to find me and he found me soon.

For now, I had to succumb to my fate of being trapped in an underground basement while a crazy Russian man kept me captive. The only thing keeping me going was the child growing away in my stomach. One day we would be safe and happy, back in the house Duke had bought for us.