𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝚩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 | 18+

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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO | GETAWAY
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪

Natalia's blindfold was soaked in her tears as they transported her away from wherever Stefano had put her to somewhere entirely else. Just as she'd picked up the cues of where she was, scenting a salty breeze whenever someone entered and exited. The creaking door before her was the only obstacle that stood between freedom and her captured state.

But that wasn't the case anymore as the men nearly broke the bones in her arms from how tightly they held her. Their violent whispers only made her shake all the more as more tears escaped her eyes.

She was scared. She was so scared and what made it worse was that she didn't even know if she should be hopeful or not. Was anyone coming for her? Looking for her?

"¡Callarse la boca!" The man in the front seat barked, making Natalia jump in fear. "¡Ella habla español!" Shut up! She speaks Spanish.

The men went quiet and for the rest of the trip, it was nothing but silence. But it was too late. She'd already heard their whispers.

Someone was following them. Someone they feared. Someone who was looking for her.

They were running away. That's why they'd dragged her out of the room, slapped a blindfold on her eyes and bound her limbs before throwing her in the car, two men bracketing her form.

Natalia jumped in her seat when a hand was suddenly secured on her thigh. "No me toques, por favor." Don't touch me, please.

"No la toques," the man in the front seat snapped and the two men who bracketed her form pulled away from her, the hand removing itself from her thigh. Do not touch her.

The whispers started once more and she acted like she couldn't hear them, like she didn't know what they were saying, but she did. She heard how they were worried, how they feared that they would be found out anytime now, how their boss would be mad, how the cameras in the Valiente manor were nearly all shot after a fight and how they hadn't heard from Stefano for a few hours and wondered if he'd died in said shooting.

Was Lorenzo okay?

Natalia couldn't remember the last time she'd cried. It had been years ago, perhaps. Yet, getting kidnapped again, stripped of her dignity and forced into a room with no way of escaping, was what it had taken to push her over the edge.

She'd cried so much that when she finally stopped, all she felt was numb. Numb to her pain, numb to her fears and numb to her sadness.

"¿Quién es tu jefe?" Natalia asked once again, already having asked Stefano and gained no response. All she'd gained was a slap to the face and a broken lip. Who is your boss?

"Cierra la boca." Shut her mouth.

"Me callaré-" Before she could finish the sentence, a piece of duct tape was slapped on her mouth. Realising she'd lost the battle, all she could do was lean back against the seat of the car and think. I'll shut up.

She knew she needed to find the perfect moment to escape. She knew they wouldn't kill her, wanting her alive for whatever reason. That much had been obvious. She'd blatantly rejected their every attempt of sweet-talking her and trying to get entail that she didn't have about Lorenzo.

They wanted to know about his next business plans but she didn't know that. They wanted to know about how he managed to slip past security each and every time with his goods and how his trafficking business was going so well but she didn't know. They wanted to know about his business with Niccoló Lyon but Natalia didn't even know the man.