Taken By The Mafia

Chapter 18: Dine pt. 1

Hey author back with another chapter. Sorry for late updates just very busy and stressed and I feel like I'm losing my writing touch but I'm trying and I'm feeling like I'm going to wrap up this story sooner then I originally thought. VOTE if you want more it helps me know you if like the chapters and it motivates.
Because lately my votes have plummeted so I don't know if my chapters are any good.

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Vitaly pushes me right into the van with little delicacy.

"AAgh!" I can't hold back voicing my pain. I clutch my dislocated shoulder, now that Vitali isn't holding onto it anymore.

I see Vitali stepping into the van to sit next to me and I panic. I frantically scoot to the far left of the van and try to stay as close to the door as possible, because there is no where to run now. I've tried that and it failed horribly.

I sweat profusely as Vitali takes his seat, and shuts his door.

I push up more against the door as if it would get me any farther away from Vitali. But I try not to move around too much with my dislocated shoulder.

I bite my lip to stop me from making any pained noises.

The driver door opens and a man steps in to start the car. The engine starts and we go down the rainy street.

I see Vitali move to press a button on his door handle. Which causes a tinted window to rise up between the driver and passenger seats. So the back seats are sectioned off where Vitali and me are sitting.

I go pale.

'This is NOT okay..!'

Vitali turns to look directly at me.

I flinch in fear and keep my head low as I am now staring back at a very peeved Vitali.

His usual bold blue eyes don't look as nice as they usually do.. More like scary as fuck.

Vitali's expression isn't obvious, but it definitely doesn't have to be for anyone to understand the fair amount of anger he is radiating.

His eyebrows are narrow downward in a glare that is direct towards me, and that is MORE then enough to make me think twice about jumping out of this driving car. But unfortunately the door is locked.

I am completely mute under the weight of his daunting stare.

Vitali looks down at my dislocated right shoulder that I'm holding with my unharmed arm.

Then his blue irises look back at my gray ones.

"Come over here." He finally says.

My mind goes overly alert trying to comprehend his command.

'He wants me to come by him? Uhh why on earth would I want to do that!?'

Seeing me not making any indication of moving, Vitali reaches out his arm to me. And my whole body tenses up and I yell.

"NO!" I let go of my dislocated shoulder and swat his hand away then immediately regret that.