Chapter 8

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"We need to talk." I said with no emotion.

"Zack out now." Zack left and closed the door on his way out. I could feel my anxiety rising very fast, he could literally do anything to me and no one would ever find out.

"I'm not marrying you."

"You don't have a choice." He said with rage in his voice. Honestly he was very scary when he was angry, but I couldn't let him know that I was scared. I continued my emotionless face and said

" I refuse to marry you, but honestly it's not like it's gonna matter I'll escape in the next couple of days, maybe a week if you're lucky."

He got up from the place he was sitting and started slowly walking towards me, with every step he took forward I took a step back, finally I felt something hard behind my back, a wall. Next thing I know his face is inches away from mine and his arms where pinning me to the spot I was in, I couldn't move or run. Suddenly I was terrified and I let it show, he brought his mouth close to my ear and whispered "You're mine. You'll never escape, I won't let you. And if you do manage to find a way out of here, I'll send all of my men after you, I'll never stop searching until I find you." He said in a very very sexy tone of voice. No Scarlet he's a cold blooded killer you don't like him. I mentally scolded myself for thinking about him that way.

Then he crashed his soft lips on mine. I was surprised at first but then started to kiss him back. The kiss was slow and passionate but it only lasted until I pulled away. He was even more angry that before. It honestly scared the crap out of me.

He grabbed my wrist, hard. It hurt pretty bad and I knew it was going to leave a bruise.

" NEVER pull away from me again, do you understand?"

"Go to hell."

His grip on my wrist tightened. I knew as soon as that came out of my mouth I was in a shit load of trouble. My fear levels keep rising, if that's even possible

"Tsk tsk tsk, wrong answer, little one."

I was now about as pissed off as he was, I HATE when people call me little or small or tiny, I wanted to rip his throat out for calling me little. Without warning I went off on him.

"Don't EVER call me little again, WHAT DO YOU THINK THAT JUST BECAUSE IM ONLY 5'2 YOU CAN JUST PICK ON ME FOR IT, I CAN'T HELP IT!"

He looked shocked, but I honestly didn't care.

Now how am I gonna get out of here?

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