Protecting Her

20

JEZZABELLE's POV

"Fucking let me go!" I shout for the hundreth time as the men in the SUV continued driving me to god knows where.

For the past hour or so in this testosterone intoxicated car, I listened to the sound outside noticing how fast all the driving cars passing by us were. Which meant we must be on a freeway, but to where is the damn question I'm trying to figure out.

The back part of the SUV that Viktor threw me into had a cage like place in the back where he had me put just so he could sit in the front with the other man driving the car. There were no windows where I was sitting tied up in the back but I could see light from the front of the SUV.

Because of this damn rope around my body, I couldn't sit up more than I wanted to see where we were headed but by the car now coming to a stop somewhere with loud sounds familiar to me, I knew we were somewhere with planes. Which only meant one thing.

"Where the hell are you taking me too?!" I shout as soon as the back doors opened and I was dragged out of the cage kicking and screaming.

Looking around me to see where I was, I noticed the large private jet in front of us now where the rest of the Vasiliev bench men were surrounding us with guns.

"Don't make me shut that mouth with a rope, wifey" Viktor says grabbing me roughly out of his mens arms.

"You can shut me all you want but you won't get me to stop fighting you, asshole!" I snap back harshly as he held me tightly only for him to stop when I leaned back to spit in his face.

Before I could take in my good aiming, my head was flung back as the sound of skin hitting skin was heard.

"Fucking crazy bitch! I told you not to piss me off before but you just have to push every damn button!" Viktor shouts at me as I laugh while spitting out the blood flowing in my mouth now from his hard slap.

"I could've been the kind and loving husband, but you just have to be so fucking aggravating!" He snaps again pulling my hair back to face him as I spit the blood out onto his face again with a loud laugh.

"Loving and kind husband?! Don't make me laugh, the only way you'd be that way is if I was your quiet pet that gives myself to you willingly like a slave. I'd rather die fighting to get away from you than to let you touch me willingly!" I retort back seeing his eyes glaring back as his hand goes up again to no doubt slap me again.

"Goddamn it Viktor! How many times do I have to tell you if you're going to punish your woman, do it below the neck. Don't give others the pleasure of seeing how you punish your woman by leaving bruises on their faces. Their faces is what they're mostly used for to lure in horny assholes in our business, keep away from there and we'll be having more assholes eating out of our palms in no time"

A voice announces behind me as Viktor huffs before turning me around to face his father now walking up to us with an evil smile.

"It's easier to slap her in the face than to punch in her on her body"

Viktor replies with a scoff as his father rolls his eye before using a handkerchief to wipe the blood off my lips.

"Who said anything about punching? You can torture her with more than your hands boy. But for now, let's get this beauty on the plane so we can have ourselves a big Russian wedding" Aleksander comments, pinching my cheek as I glared up at him.

"Don't worry princess, you'll be mine soon enough" He whispers into my ear before I was being carried into the large private jet.

"Lock her in the bedroom in the back. I don't wanna see her out till we land" Viktor orders one of his men as he nods before lifting me into a bedroom area in the back of the jet.