Compromised

Chapter 7

The man who I assume is Ryder waited for me by the open door of his car. He watched my every move with a hard expression on his face as I slid into the luxurious Italian sports car. He closed the door roughly for me, considering that I couldn't because my hands were bound, before he walked around the back of the car. I saw in my side mirror that he was speaking with Matteo about something, their backs were turned so I couldn't read their lips.

I saw Matteo nod, before the grey eyed man walked over to the drivers side and slid into the car. He closed the door before looking over at me, as if he was contemplating something. He leaned forward and reached into the waistband of his pants, pulling out a gun from behind his back. He looked at me as he placed it in the cup holder. He opened the center console, and pulled out a black silk tie without his eyes ever leaving mine.

"Come here." He ordered as he closed the center console with his elbow. I quickly obliged and leaned over towards him, making the suit jacket separate, and the cold air brushed against my chest, making goosebumps appear on my skin. He leaned towards me and covered my eyes with the tie, securing it tightly before I felt him pull away.

"The second you touch that blindfold, is the second you get a bullet between your eyes. Got it?" He said in a low voice, I could tell he was still only a few inches from my face due to the minty smell of his breath hitting my cheek. I slightly nodded at his words as my breathing hitched.

"You're a woman not a girl. Use your words." He said in an annoyed voice, his face still close to mine.

"Yes. I understand." I said confidently. I felt calloused hand on my shoulder, pushing me back so that I was sitting properly on the chair. I felt my nose graze something, most like his cheek or chin from the slight stubble I felt. I could sense his body hovering over mine as my breathing became heavy. I heard and felt my seatbelt move across my body before I felt his hand on my hip as the he clicked in the seatbelt.

I heard the car shift gears as we quickly sped out of the alleyway. The ride was silent as I counted the minutes that passed in my head. If I wasn't in the car with one of the most notorious criminals in the world, I would actually be enjoying this 50 Shades of Grey shit. I mentally chuckled at the thought that I would actually be aroused in this situation, and cursed my sick and twisted mind for venturing off into that dark abyss of my imagination at a time like this.

I heard the flick of a lighter, and a deep inhale before cigarette smoke filled the car. I can tell he cracked his window because the car filled with the cold air from outside, making a shiver run up my spine. The tantalizing smell of tobacco and menthol made my mouth water, and I was desperately craving a cigarette after my little kidnapping and killing excursion.

"Is this an inappropriate time to ask for a cigarette?" I said, barely above a whisper as I chose my words carefully.

"Yes." He answered immediately as I felt us take a sharp turn before the car accelerated, indicating that we might be on a freeway. I let out a sigh as I sat back in my seat and relaxed my body. I lowered my hands so they were resting on my thighs and tilted my head up slightly as silence filled the car once again.

"Open your mouth." He said in a low voice after a few moments of silence, thirty five seconds to be exact. I obeyed, and my lips parted slightly and lowered my head down as I waited in anticipation for what he was going to do.

I felt the back of his fingers brush against my lips, and the end of a cigarette slowly enter my mouth. I took a long drag, filling my lungs with the smoke as his fingers gently pressing against my plump lips the entire time. I blew out the smoke on the right side of my mouth, away from him before I took another long hit. I felt his fingers move away as I exhaled a second time, the warmth from his touch now replaced by the cool breeze that filled the car.

"Thanks." I whispered as I leaned my head back again, enjoying the slight head rush from the tobacco.

He didn't respond, and we spent the next fifteen minutes driving in silence until the car finally slowed down to a crawl, then sped up again before coming to a complete stop, most likely going through some sort of gate. I stayed seated, with the tie wrapped around my eyes as I heard him open the drivers side door and close it loudly, making the car shake slightly. A few moments later, I heard my door open, filling the air with a cold breeze. I could sense him hovering over me, his presence warming my skin as I felt a shiver run down my spine at the sensation. My seat belt was unbuckled, and it quickly slid across my chest.

He grabbed my arm roughly, pulling me out of the car and making me stumble due to these god damn heels. He pulled me further away as I heard the car door slam behind us, followed by a beep from him locking it. My heels clanked against some sort of stone, tile maybe as I continued to be dragged by him. He stopped for a moment, making me bump into his muscular body before I heard a door open. He proceeded to walk forward, making me stumble due to his pace.

My heels continued to clink against a stone surface, and the room or house I was in was warm, and the aroma of garlic and herbs filled my senses... was someone cooking? I struggled to keep up with his long strides, and he was practically dragging me across the floor. I felt my heel slip underneath me, and I fell right into him, causing him to grab me with his other arm to prevent me from falling.

"Useless." I heard him mumble angrily before I felt his hands leave my arm. His arm went around the front of my waist and the other wrapped around my calves before I was lifted up. His muscular shoulder was like a damn rock digging into my stomach, and I realized that he just threw me over his shoulder and was carrying me to wherever the hell we were going.

I could tell that we were quickly moving up a flight of stairs, and walked straight for a bit before I heard a pair of doors open. He walked forward, closed the door behind him, and I felt myself being sat down rather gently on a plush cushion. I stayed still, completely frozen in anticipation as to what his next move would be. He obviously wasn't going to kill me, because if he was, then I would already be dead by now. I heard his footsteps a few feet away from me, before I heard him sit down in some sort of chair.

"Take off the blindfold." He said in his low and emotionless voice. I took a deep breath before I brought my bound hands up to my eyes and gripped the silky material. It smelt just like him, masculine, hints of pine and tobacco.

I lifted it over my head slowly to see him sitting behind a large, dark wooden desk a few feet in front of me, with a serious expression on his face, and a gun aimed right at me.