Betrothed To Him

Chapter Eight ❧

Betrothed To Him

Chapter Eight: ❧

Lana Houstan P.O.V

I watch as the handle of the door levers, and the door scrapes open. Instantly the air smells different. Chemicals? Gas? Petrol? Maybe a mix of all three.  A man in a long coat and a Fedora hat appears. He looked so grim and dangerous that I shivered. He stood there then cleared his throat and walked into the room with two, large, scary looking men in suits behind him.

What the fuck is this? An episode from Sherlock Holmes? 

I scan all three of them expecting to see Ian's face but none of them look any familiar. They were large and muscular, who the hell was these people?

He stops immediately and reached into his coat pocket to get a hold of a small revolver and walked over to stand in front of me. Three young men dressed in dark suits came out from behind him and lined with the rest of the two guards. He looked like a mafia boss, ready to shoot anyone. Me specifically...

Oh God please don't let me die like this.

He points it at me and I take a sharp breath. I felt the color of my face drain. His eyes looked cold and watchful, and the wrinkles at the corner of his mouth and on his forehead were no longer faint crinkles, but sculpted lines. I shut my eyes and started praying for a miracle to happen. I can't die like this. Not today, not with this man ... 

Please. Please. Please.

Seems like my prayers weren't being heard because the crazy man was now standing over me, gun pointed at my forehead. This was it. I tried to struggle away from him but, it only made him move closer. I tried to scream but the duct tape prevented that. What have I done to ever be punished this way??

"Did you hear that, Pablo?" The old man scoffed in a deep voice.  

"She wants to run away so soon. Tell her who I am Pablo, go ahead" He had chewed a toothpick to splinters. He threw it on the floor, then pulled another from his pocket and put it between his lips. 

"Yes, sir. You are Vitaly, sir" the guards named Pablo speaks. 

Fuck you!

"That's right. Now why don't we play a little game, I'm sure Ian won't mind now would he?" He picked a few strands of my hair and I tried not to flinch. I wasn't sure if these men were working for Ian or not. But I doubted they would be - unless this was also part of his messed up plan. This man looked very powerful and wants revenge. I could tell. I caught his finger reach my cheek in the corners of my eyes and I couldn't take it anymore. I started to scream and push myself away from his filthy hands. In an instant movement, he yanked my head down, then dragged me by my hair to the rough wall scarping the side of my cheek against it.  My low murmurs below the tape only made things worse. 

"You want to scream, you little slut?" He tightens his grip on my hair. He pulled me backward in one harsh movement and I was already on the floor, with my hands behind me. The soaring pain of them crushed underneath me was unbearable. 

"Sit her up." He tells his guards and I'm pulled back up. I try to control my shaky legs.

"Go ahead and scream." The old man reached down and pulled the duct tape off my mouth. I neither screamed nor said a word, I just kept my eyes fixed coldly on his. 

"You're not as easy as I thought you were," he says as he stares down at me with a hint of slight amusement in his eyes.

"Let go of me" I shout back at him.