𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑| ✍

Chapter 12 • Ripped •

"Ah!" I gasped as he turned me over before letting my back hit the wall. His hands gripped against mine above my head. The cold stare he gave me made me lower my head. The proximity between us made my head spin. What was I thinking? The warmth in the shower made his body glisten.

"Look at me." He demanded. I did as I was told, which barely happens. As soon as that happened, I was met with a judgement look. "They expect me to me marry such a whore. Just look at how easily you gave yourself up." Aiden let out a scoff as his eyes wandered down my body one last time before letting go of me and stepping out after grabbing his shirt from the floor. "Finish in fifteen. You'll have clothes waiting outside."

I stared at him from outside the glass. "Are...Are you taking me somewhere?" I questioned as I held back the stroke of tears.

"Yes...We're going to Italy. We're going to get married."

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I yawned as I stepped off the plane. The beautiful sunset of Milan made My eyes flicker as the soft wind made my black satin dress dance thigh length dress dance.

Even with this fur coat around me I still felt a shiver run down my spine. But wasn't because of how cold it was. No...It was because of him. My smile completely dropped as I watched him walk down. With the wind flowing through his gorgeous black hair and his green eyes. How I wish he were ugly.

"Shall we?" He asked as he his hand grazed the small of my back while the driver open the car for us. I remained silent as I slipped into the car with him right after me. I made sure to put some distance between us before putting on the belt.

"To the Serraino Estate, Ezra." He explained to the driver, Ezra apparently. Silence invading the car as I stayed glanced out the window. "Scoot over." My eyes fixed onto Aiden as I scrunched my face in confusion.

"What?" I question.

"Scoot over," he simply repeated. Was he high or something?

"Why the fuck would I do that after you called—" Next thing I know, a rough hand was my as I was yanked out of my seat before releasing a muffled yelp through his hand.

Ezra quickly looked back but turned around once he saw the look on Aiden's face.

"Listen here, you little brat...As long as we're here in Italy you will act like my wife," He spoke silently into my ear before finally moving his hand away and sliding it down my neck, gripping on it. "And I will treat you like your husband.

A gasped escaped my mouth as I turned to look up at him. He was dead serious.

"Nobody is to know about the contract or the kidnapping. Or even about your father's death. Not until we're married." He took a pause. "Do you understand."

A nodded my head before he basically through me back to my seat. "I will treat you like my wife." I mocked. "What happened to that."

He remained silent before I heard him utter something under his breath. "Bitch."

"Fuck you." I insulted back in the loudest way possible. I felt Ezra tense in the front as Aiden gave on a death glare. "My love, you can intimidate me all you want, but both know you can't touch me."

And just like that Aiden's seatbelt was off, but before he could do anything else, my laced up stilettos met with the side of his as I continue with my vicious kicks while he released grunts with each impact. He wasn't going to win this fight.

His hands searched for something to grab onto as he tried his hardest to dodge my kicks before he finally found the hem of my dress. He balled the hem before dragging me closer to him, ripping it in the process.

"You fucking ripped my dress!" I tell as I try my hardest to get my legs free. "You fucking bastard!" I cursed as my legs went weak from all the wiggling. Using my last bit of strength I had left, I lifted my upper body smacked him in the face, clawing him the process.

I was going to do it again but he grabbed both of my wrist before towering over me. "Stop fighting."

"You ripped my dress." I repeated with anger lacing through my voice as I look up at him.

Not even gonna lie, I was turned on. Number one....The position. With this tall ass dude between my legs hovering over me and with me holding my wrist above my head. Who wouldn't be?

"I bought you that dress." He spoke into ear as he lowered himself to the point where, I bet, my nipples were poking his chest.

"That's not the point." I spoke with frustration.

"I'll buy you another, my love." He said as he visibly came closer. At this point I couldn't even keep up eye contact. I felt his hands let go of my wrist and just when I thought I could breathe, his hands circled my waist as his face dropped to the crook of my neck. "Is that okay?"

I responded with a small nod. My eyes dropped shut as he left a small kiss on my shoulder while one of his arms moved down from my waist and cupped my ass from under the dress.

"Uh...Sir-Sir." Ezra spoke from the front. Shit. Embarrassment clouded my as Aiden lifted himself up.

"Yes Ezra? What is it?" He asked the driver.

"We've arrived." Ezra announced.

I turned it Aiden with confusion written all over my face. "Where are we?"

"The Serraino Estate. I'm going to introduce my future wife to the world."