Betrothed To Him

Chapter Seven ♛

Betrothed To Him

Chapter Seven: ♛

Ian Walton P.O.V

It took a minute for me to recognize the sound of my own phone. I pulled it from my pocket and hurried to press the answer button.

"Speak" I answer.

"Sir," Collin's voice was cracking over the phone.

"What?" I blurt out.

"It's bad news sir, they've got Lana" 

"What the fuck do you mean they've got Lana?" I shout as if things weren't already irritating. 

"I don't know sir, things escalated quickly once you left,  I've got men after the car that she was seen in at the moment don't worry sir."

"How the fuck did they get their hands on her? I left her with two fucking guards"  clutch the steering wheel tighter, the blaring sound exasperating my panic. 

"They must have been working for Vitaly" Collin's word came out slurred.

I punch the steering wheel. "Goddamn it!"

"Find those two fucking bastards, I'll handle Lana" I instruct him and make U-turn on the highway.

"Sir, it's not wise for you to do that you need to get out of here as soon as possible, you're being chased" 

"I said I'll fucking handle Lana!" I spit through the phone, "You find me those backstabbing morons and I'll make them regret the day they were born" I hang up on Collin and toss my phone across the passenger seat, punching the steering wheel.

"Fuck... Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I shout and keep on punching the steering wheel enough to make my knuckles bleed until the steering wheel looks like it just got painted red. I start to think about finding Lana and what they must have done to her by now. I recall her terrified expression and try to shake the memory out of my mind.

If they even think about touching her... Those bastards. I'm going to Fucking kill them.

"Fuck!" I punch the steering wheel again, a sharp pain erupted from just above my left upper body where I had been shot... dizzy from the hot searing pain in my left shoulder I took a look at the wound I almost forgot about, down to see bleeding, I was already losing a lot of blood. It appeared as if the bullet went cleanly right through me. 

I needed to stop the bleeding now. Cussing nasty words under my breath I reached over and ripped the neckline off my shirt into strips and wrapped it around my shoulder with pressure to stop the bleeding. I relaxed and wiped the sweat from my forehead and brow. When my hand came away, it was coated in blood on the steering wheel. 

A bullet smashed through the windshield. It missed my head by six inches; too damn close for safety.I hurriedly stamped the accelerator, almost running down the lone killer who stood in the way. I knew I was getting close. More bullets whizzed past while I drove faster. 

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Lana Houstan P.O.V

I woke up with a scream in my throat,  tied to a chair with a duct-taped mouth. It was hard for me to focus, I was awake but kept my eyes shut, I just wanted this to be over, wherever I was I didn't care. My mouth felt as rough as if sandpaper is scratching the walls of my throat. 

My head was spinning. I don't know how long I had been sitting but the tingling pain in my back was unbearable; my neck muscles were aching with the strain; my head dipped down in fatigue.