Donovan

24. Found

Marco sat in front of me as I sat on the ground, duct tape around my mouth and my hands tied with rope that burned into my skin the more I struggled. He and a few of his men sat by him in the back of a large van and a few tears trailed down my face. I glared at him with such hatred in my eyes.

"Smettila di fissare, Bella."
(Stop staring, beautiful)

I was very tempted to kick him in the face with my foot if it weren't for the guns pointing behind my back and at my face. Marco reached into his suit to pull out his ringing phone and my heart quickened as his face stirred in rage. Marco yelled something to his guards and one of his men reached over and ripped the tape off of me which resulted in a hiss.

"Where are my jewels?" I arched an eyebrow.

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about!" I barked at him. His hands tangled in my hair and he pulled my head back.

"Stop the fucking car!" My body jerked forward when the van stopped and I was being dragged out of the van. We were in the middle of nowhere, a desert and my body slumped against the hard and dry ground.

    "I have had enough of this bullshit! How about my men do you good before you talk with me, how does that sound, you fucking whore!" He spat at me. I crawled away when he tugged me back, my face inches from his as he smirked wickedly at me. My body winced when he tucked a strand behind my ear.

     "Call your boyfriend. Ask him for the diamonds or you, my dear, you'll be dead and thrown into the ocean where no one will ever find your body." I shook as he threw the phone down at my lap. My fingers slowly dialed his number as Marco ran his wrinkled old hands through his white hair. I waited for him to pick up.

     "Who's this?" His voice sounded annoyed, rough. My throat felt dry and tears pricked at my eyes.

     "Donovan," I whispered.

      "Emery? Are you alright or hurt? Where are you?" He asked me in a worried tone. I could hear his fast breathing and my heart ached for him.

    "He wants the jewels," I slowly said.

      "Emery. Please, are you alright? I'll kill that son of a bitch!" I cried softly as I held the phone tighter to me.

"Donovan, I love you. And I know we never planned for any of this to happen to us but it did. I do not regret anything. None at all. These years were the best and the worst of my life but you made it better. And I will forever be grateful for you and your brothers for blessing me with the life that I have had," I whispered as tears trailed down my face.

"What are you saying, Em? I'll find you, baby. I'll always find you. Remember? Always yours," he breathed. I could hear the strain in his voice and it caused my stomach to stir and my heart to actually physically hurt. It hurt.

"Maybe not this time," I whispered.

The phone was snatched away as Marco held it to his ear.

"You have two hours, Donovan. Two hours starting now, my boy. Clocks ticking." Marco listened intently to Donovan speaking to him. I watched as Marco suddenly widened his eyes and that was when a shot rang through the night. Italian curses were being shouted and bodies collapsed onto the ground. I was suddenly being groped by the arms of Marco as I felt the gun pointed into my neck as he carefully stepped back so his back touched the van.