Drive Me Wild

Chapter 45 - Abigail

I hadn't left the bed for days.

Since Duke's successful plan and Pavel's outburst, I haven't had the energy. Among the distress of almost loosing my baby, I haven't been able to cope.

I wasn't cut out for the life I had been thrown into head first, and I wasn't sure that I wanted my baby to be part of it either. Even if it meant running away from Duke.

All this stress currently being put on to me could not be good for the baby. I wanted nothing more than to be back home or working at the diner. Since I had been taken, I hadn't once thought about Ari. Someone that meant so much to me and was meant to be the baby's godmother.

I hadn't seen or heard from Pavel in days. A butler would enter the room a couple times a day to give me a tray of food or take my empty tray but apart from that I had no human contact.

A quiet turn of the lock caught my attention. Nobody ever tried to enter this room so quietly.

The door slowly opens and Rachael's small figure appears on the other side. Cuts and bruises litter her face, she looked like she had been through hell.

"What happened to you?" I ask, sounding too sympathetic.

I shouldn't have any sympathy or worry towards her. She tricked me after all.

A shy smile tips at the corners of her lips. "Pavel did this to me."

I furrow my brow at her reply. Surely that wasn't right? "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. He's not the perfect husband that I made him out to be."

"What do you mean? Does he abuse you? Maybe you should call somebody?" I stutter.

Rachael lightly chuckles, pain etching her expression doing so. "I think it's obvious that he abuses me but I can't call someone. I was in an arranged marriage. Whatever my husband does to me is fair play."

I had heard about arranged marriages among mafia's but I never thought that it would happen anymore.

"Why did you come here?"

"I want to help you. You don't deserve to be locked up like this and your child's life threatened."

"Surely that would be dangerous for you?"

"Don't worry about me. Worry about the child Pavel is set on stealing."

My heart slows at her words and I slowly try to process what she said. Making sure I heard her correctly. "Pardon?"

"You did hear me right. Pavel wants your unborn child as an heir. I can't get pregnant."

"He can't have my baby, it's mine." I immediately defend, placing a hand over my bump.

"I know. I couldn't take something like that off of you. That's why I want to help you."

"How are you meant to help me? I'm trapped in a house in the middle of nowhere."

"You're not in the middle of nowhere, you're back in your hometown. Pavel built a new underground club here that's on the outskirts of town."

It didn't feel like I was so close to Duke. I thought that I was still in Ohio. The car journey here didn't feel half as long.

"Surely this house is guarded?" Not that I had seen many people guarding the house upon arrival.

"No, Pavel is certain that they would never find out the location. There's only a couple men situated outside."

This almost seemed too good to be true. Why would a mafia boss hide with little to none security?

"Why?" I question.

Footsteps can be heard coming down the stairs, they could only be known as Pavel's. Rachael's face turns to a look of sheer panic and she quickly fishes her hand into her pocket.

"Here. Take this." She brings out a phone. "You know who to ring to get out of this place."

I take the phone quickly and stuff it under my pillow. "It's not going to be as easy to get out as you think."

"If Duke managed to outsmart Pavel, then he can definitely get you out of here." She smiles, giving me a slither of hope.

"What's this?" Pavel disgusts, his gaze roaming between Rachael and me.

"Your wife decided she could come here and scrutinise me." I pretend to be disgusted.

His lips tip up into a devilish smirk. "Well that's good to hear."

"She's a tough one to break, but I'm sure when she does, it will be fun." Rachael tries to cockily speak, her voice wavering slightly. If I could hear it, then Pavel most likely would hear it too.

"Rachael, go back to your room." Pavel demands, not even throwing a glance in her direction.

Rachael leaves the room quickly, her footsteps heard scurrying up the stairs.

"Tell me why she was really here." Pavel walks towards me.

Bile starts to rise in my throat, my mind flashing back to the last time it was just me and Pavel in this room. I couldn't allow him to treat me like that again.

"As I said, she came here to scrutinise me. I suggest you control your wife." I spit, having slightly more confidence knowing that my baby wouldn't be killed.

"I suggest you watch your tone with me." Pavel warns.

I continue to stare him down while holding my tongue. I was worried that I would accidentally let something slip out that could compromise my escape.

Eventually he mutters something under his breath then leaves the room. Locking the door behind him.

I listen cautiously for his footsteps heading back up the stairs. Waiting for my moment. After a couple minutes, I hear the last of his footsteps then the upstairs door slams shut.

My hand immediately reaches under the pillow, pulling the phone out. It feels like hours before it powers on but I don't waste time heading to google to search up the club.

The signal down in the basement was appalling. The webpage was taking too long to load and my hands started shaking. I doubt Pavel would come back so soon but surely he would notice a missing phone?

A number appeared on the screen and I wasted no time dialling it. The line rang multiple times before I was met with a voicemail.

"No, no, no." I whisper, pressing call again.

The line rings again, each ring piercing through the tense silence. It goes to voicemail again.

"Come on, come on." I start to panic, pressing the number again.

I go back and fourth with calling the number multiple times and the call going to voicemail but I refused to give up.

I press the number for what feels like the hundredth time and listen to it ring.

"For fuck sake, what do you want?" A voice yells on the other end.

Relief washes through me so quickly that I almost forget to speak. I quickly clear my throat, bringing the phone back to my ear.

"It's Abbie. Please help me."