MARRIED ACCIDENTALLY

CHAPTER 16

Ann’s POV

My hands are trembling nonstop.

The other day at the party, I thought it was normal to go out with guards, but now it feels different.

I feel suffocated.

More reasons why I shouldn't trust Vince.

I just needed some air to clear my mind, and he insisted on having the guards go with me.

Now I can't escape even if I reach a decision.

Everything is starting to come to light. I am beginning to see the truth in what Ryan and Isabel told me. I can sense the message they're trying to convey.

Even though I still haven't figured out who he really is, I know he is dangerous and cruel.

A man who keeps that ton of weapons wouldn't hesitate to get rid of anyone who opposes or betrays him.

I married someone I don't have the slightest knowledge about. I don't know Vince, and I am afraid he will hurt me just like Ryan mentioned.

Ryan must know him too well. I don't want to consider calling or texting him so we can meet and I can eventually ask him the numerous questions left unanswered.

I should just leave.

The car comes to an abrupt halt, and I jerk forward in my seat.

“Where else do you want to go to, ma’am?” The driver asks me, turning off the car engine. Our eyes meet through the car mirror, making me wonder what exactly he does for Vince aside from driving.

Does he also kill people for Vince?

“Ma’am?” He peers at me through the mirror again.

I asked him to drive around town, and we have been going for almost an hour now. I barely know anywhere around here, so I literally have nowhere to go.

I can't go back to that house. Not after seeing those scary weapons. These weapons appeared to be stored in preparation for an impending war.

Who the hell is Vince? What is he up to? What does he want with me? What does this marriage mean to him? Was he being completely honest with me?

I sigh deeply and rub a hand over my face. When I sit upright, I say. “Let's stop here for a while.”

Confusion darts across his face.

“I need to take a stroll,” I mention to him, hoping he will allow me to do that. The guards are right behind us in another car, but that won't stop me from running off if only he can let me out this minute.

Taking note of his hesitation, I grab the door myself and step out. I watch as the car behind us abruptly stops, and then I begin to walk quickly towards the street.

I can lose them there.

They can't follow me with the car. I just need to be quick about getting off the road and disappearing.

Glad that I have a hood pair attached to my cardigan, I quickly put it over my head before crossing the road with quivering hands.

I can't believe I am doing this. It makes me feel like I am escaping some sort of prison. Or escaping a kidnapper’s den.

Vince isn't one but I am not sure if he is worse than that.

He rescued me. Sheltered me. Fed me. Even clothed and married me.

And that isn't stopping me from doing this, because I have doubts about him. Doubts with substantial evidence that he is indeed a bad man.

How can I continue living with such a man? I don't even know where I stand in his life or what this silly facade between us really means.

A screeching sound from a car forces me to come to a halt instantly, fear jumping into my heart as I stare around to see I am still in the middle of the road.

I almost got hit by a car just now. With a full wave of adrenaline pumping into my veins, I race over to the safe side.

I am breathing heavily, watching the car that almost hit me drive off after the passenger throws me a scowl.

I try to calm my racing heart, all to no avail.

I have no idea where I am going. I don't have any money on me. No bag. No clothes. Just me and my phone.

Was leaving the house a good idea? Perhaps I should have planned to leave after confronting Vince about the weapons.

But how would I face him?

A hand suddenly grabs me from behind, and I twirl around, dread gnawing at my stomach when I see a strange face.

He gently smiles at me. “Vince’s wife?”

I don't know why I nod but I regret it almost immediately.

“He asked me to get you. Let's go.” His hold on me is firm, and I assume he is another guard Vince has following me.

I know the other two guards, but I have never seen this man.

I try to yank off my hand when he turns to me, his eyes turning cold. “I'm not going anywhere with you. Tell Vince I am not coming.”

A new smile abruptly replaces his icy expression. “Why?”

A horrible feeling stirs inside of me.

“Ma’am,” someone shouts from across the busy road. I turn to see one of the guards running and waving at me.

“Shit! Let's go,” the strange guy curses beneath his breath before grabbing me and throwing me towards a waiting car.

Terror slithers through my veins.

“Who the hell are you?” I struggle with him. “What are you doing? Let me go. I'm going to call the police on you, jerk.”

I can barely breathe properly. It feels like a repeated scene of Caleb trying to rape me. Before I know what is happening, he tries to shove me into the car, but something pulls him back, making me stumble to the floor.

My driver points a gun at the stranger's forehead.

What the hell is happening?

The stranger doesn't look as scared as I thought he would be. Instead, a smirk crawls slowly to his face.

The driver spares me a glance before muttering. “Run.”

Run? Like right now? Across the street? To where?

I pick myself up from the floor and run past him when a van screeches, making its way towards me.

I panic and almost stop running.

It is better to be safely tucked in Vince’s heavenly prison than to be kidnapped by a totally strange weirdo.

I hear the sound of guns, and I stop to see if my driver is right behind me, when I see him slumped on the floor with blood gushing out of his forehead.

“No!” I scream, my two hands clamping my mouth.

The van stops a distance away, and two men in black approach me. I want to run, but I can't. My legs won't obey.

Someone shoots one of the black men from behind, and he drops, jerking me back to life.

I turn to run again, seeing one of my guards coming towards me, but something hard hits me from behind, leaving me dazed and weak until I drop to the floor and pass out.