His Girl

15 ~ La Telefonata

Courtney's POV

It feel like we had been driving for hours. I have drifted in and out of sleep and eaten all my food. Where are we going?

I was awoken by someone shaking my arm. I look around to see Spencer on the phone, Luca at my door and Ashton nowhere to be seen.

I get out, carefully and hobble after Luca. Why can't he walk slower. Where are we going? Where are we?

I was nearly blinded by a security light and I almost walk straight into Luca's back. I manage to stop myself in time but swore from the shooting pain in my leg.

Luca turns around and looks at me before calling out to someone in Spanish. I need to learn Spanish! Why didn't I learn Spanish?

He pulls out a key and unlocks the front door. He goes inside and turns on a light. I walk in after him and find myself in a lounge room. I look around and see L-shaped couch and a television. Well, that's keeping it simple. I see a small, open plain kitchen and breakfast bar in the corner. There were two closed doors and one open door, which was a bedroom. 

I glance up at a clock and it read 11:28pm. How the hell were we driving for most of the day? Where even are we? I walk over to the couch and massage my temples. Could I escape? How far would I get with my leg? Are they going to kill me?

"Do you need a hand getting changed." I look up to see Luca, shirtless with his gorgeous black hair whipped over his face. What am I thinking? He isn't gorgeous! He helped kidnap me! And shot me! And is holding me against my will! I slowly nod my head, trying not to look at his abs.

"Where are we?" I whisper as we walked towards the bathroom.

"Home." He replies automatically. "Well, my house." He adds.

He gently lifts me up on the vanity and pulls off my shoes and shorts. I try not to cry when the shorts brush over my thigh. Why did I have to try to escape? Why did they have to shoot me? In the thigh? I pull off my top and chucked it on the floor. Luca gently grabs me and pulls me off the vanity.

"Do you want anything to eat? Or drink?" He asks.

I shook me head. What if he's going to kill me? What if he's going to put something in it?

"I'm not going to drug or poison you, if that's what you're worried about."

"Could I have some water?" I whisper.

He nods his head and grabs a glass from the cupboard. He pulls a water jug from the fridge and fills the glass. He sits it on the bench and picks me up to sit on a bar stool. He sits on the one next to me and sighs.

"Courtney, I need to tell you something important."

I turn to face him and see he has my phone in his hands. Should I try and snatch it? But then he probably won't tell me anything.

"You're sister has been sending you a lot messages." He breaths out.

"W-which one?" I whisper, tears filling my eyes. Why am I crying? He hasn't even told me what's the problem. Is Megan dead?

"Hanna." He mutters. "She doesn't know you're with us and needs your help. I'm not a cruel, heartless bastard so I'm going to let you call her."