Stolen Love

Part 3

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Stolen Love

Elira's pov

He led me back to the highway and close to his vehicle. He roughly pushed my head in the open passenger seat. As I sat down, I turned to face him.

"By being a good friend would not end well for you," he said to me as he held open the passenger door and looked around before focusing on me.

My eyes are strained, and I lick my lips. I declared, "I'm not a snitch. I continued, "I would never betray a friend."

Observing him, he nods slowly while grinning arrogantly to himself.

He said, "I wonder." He lean in my direction with a sly grin and asked, "If the roles were reversed, would Hannah do the same, to not sell a friend?

I remained silent, my throat constricted.

Hannah would have sold me out to save her own ass if the roles were reserved.

He closes the door and walks over to the driver's seat. "Hands," he said, his body fully turned to face me.

I swallowed and looked over at him. He was holding a rope, which he was using to tie my hands together. I shook my head lightly, tilting my head to the side and softening my brows.

"Y-you don't have to do that," I said quietly.

"Really?" he exclaimed, surprised.

"Because one of my men said you beat the shit out of my other men," he explained, still clutching the rope. He continued, "And I don't want to give you any more opportunities to do so."

I rolled my eyes shut and chuckled a little. I opened my eyes, looked back at him, and bit my bottom lip to keep from laughing. He looks at me puzzled, not understanding why I was laughing.

I laughed and whispered, "You're scared of me," as I watched his brows twitch and he ignored me. "You're scared of me-"

He immediately cut me off by grabbing my face. He leans in close to me, and I sigh softly as I feel him tightly squeeze my cheeks. I could feel the heat of his breath on my skin. I pause nervously, watching his eyes dart to my lips while flaring his nostrils and tensing his jaw.

"If I were you, I wouldn't speak so foolishly," he said, continuing to stare at my lips before slowly lifting his gaze to mine.

He takes his hand off my face and reclines. Taking my hands, he starts to tie it up with the rope. I feel a little discomfort as he wraps it tightly. When I made a sound, he turns to face me and finishes tying it before releasing me. He kicks the engine of his car and speeds off.

It was quiet while we were traveling, just staring out the window. I have a lot of things on my mind. I closed my eyes and sighed. I could feel my eyes welling up with tears as I prepared to say something that will never, ever make me feel better.

I finally gave up and told him,

"I'll tell you where Hannah is". Sniffing my nose and inhaling deeply.

Hannah, I'm so sorry.

I blinked my wet eyes in response to his silence. I look around and see that he was paying attention to the road. I scowled as I peered at him.

I questioned, "Did you even listen to me?"

He muttered, "Mhm," as if he didn't even care.

He takes a quick look around before turning. Staring at him because he didn't budge from his expression.