Michael's POV
Pain exploded in my head as I slowly regained consciousness. My vision was blurry, and I felt a warm trickle of blood down my forehead. Panic set in as I remembered what had happened.
"Andriya!" I shouted, trying to get up, but my body felt like lead.
I forced myself to my feet, swaying unsteadily. The van was gone, and the park was eerily silent. I stumbled to my car, grabbing my phone to call for help. My fingers were shaking so badly that I almost dropped it.
"911, what's your emergency?" the operator answered.
"My girlfriend has been kidnapped," I gasped, my voice breaking. "Please, you have to help her."
I gave them all the information I could, describing the van and the men as best as I could remember. The operator assured me that help was on the way, but it felt like an eternity before I heard the sound of sirens approaching.
The police arrived, taking my statement and combing the area for any clues. But deep down, I knew it was up to me to find her. I couldn't just sit and wait while Andriya was in danger.
Determination and anger surged through me. I was going to find her, no matter what it took. And when I did, those men would regret ever laying a hand on her.
"I'm coming for you, Andriya," I whispered, clenching my fists. "I promise."
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Mesmerized
RomanceDescription A tale of unexpected love filled with romance, surprises, passion, and the thrilling intensity between Andriya and Michael. The Tropes Unexpected romance Age gap Sweet romantic stuff Masculine/Feminine
