Marrying the Mafia

Torture

Aria's POV: 

     My heart races. It's all I can hear; that and the dim light ringing. It's like a static noise that never stops. I can't see past the blindfold, but I'm positive someone else is in here. It doesn't take sight to smell cigarettes. 

My mouth still tastes of blood from the fight I put up in the kitchen. Someone grabbed me from behind and I tried to elbow him in the stomach. That didn't go over well at all. The man fucking pistol whipped me. I was barely conscious when I tried to continue to fight, but a wounded woman versus a man trained in combat. The triumphant one is quite obvious. 

I do my best not to move. I don't want to alert anyone that I've come back to my senses. I continue to listen to the hum of the lights, waiting for something else. 

"Wake her."

Ryder's voice is clear as day. A pit forms in my stomach as I force myself not to vomit. His voice sickens me. 

The man roughly slaps me across the face. My cheek burns as I hear a gunshot. 

"I didn't say hit her; you dumb fuck! She's going to be my wife, and I don't need her pretty face being bruised!" Ryder exclaims as he gently lifts the blindfold. 

"That's rich coming from you," I reply. I'm met once again with a harsh slap to the face. 

"Derek's not here to save his precious princess. Nobody is allowed to destroy you like I do. I'm the only one who gets to ruin you like you ruined me by breaking off our engagement." 

Ryder grips my face tightly, running his thumb along my bloody lip. I want nothing more than to spit on him, however I know that Ryder Montgomery is not in any way above beating me within an inch of my life. 

"Nothin' to say, mi flor?" Ryder taunts. I clench my jaw and my bound fists. I struggle at the restraints above my head as Ryder leans into my neck. "I prefer when you're quiet."

My stomach turns and I want nothing more than to kill him right now. His body against mine makes me fucking sick. He thinks that this shit is acceptable. This boy thinks that beating women is okay. I can't have him near me. He's a fucking disgrace. 

"So, tomorrow is a busy day. You and I are going to take a permanent trip to Italy. We're going to get married and spend our lives there," Ryder explains. He steps away from me, smacking the pole I'm bound to. 

        Ryder takes off to whatever business he has, leaving me in this dim, roach infested warehouse. It smells so musty in here; I can't even breathe through my nose.

I continue to look around, nobody in sight since Ryder killed his only watch dog. I continue to pull at the zip ties, but it's no use. I can't get out without something sharp. 

Hope drains from my body with every second I remain in this hellhole. My mind keeps wandering to Derek and what he's doing right now. He's probably going insane while trying to search for me. He's going to kill everyone and their families. I truly think that if it would hurt Ryder, he'd kill his own father for this. 

"I hope you didn't miss me too much, darling," I snap back to reality as Ryder's obnoxious voice triggers me. I refuse to look at him as he steps towards me. 

"Still speechless I see," Ryder sighs, tucking a hand in his pocket. "You won't even look me in the eye! Wow, Aria, who knew that the daughter of Delina could be so fucking weak and pathetic."

"I'm not weak and pathetic. You are. You can't get any pussy since I left your sorry ass."

Slap. I walked into it. 

"There's the spitfire. C'mon, talk again. I fucking dare you."

I remain silent as tears swell in my eyes from the stinging sensation in my cheek. My head spins as the room grows fuzzy. Everything is hazy. 

"You are pathetic. You're weak. Fucking say it." 

I tighten my lips further. Big mistake. He punches me in the gut this time. I still don't immediately give in. I am not weak. 

Another punch. Ryder punches me again when I don't speak. "Fucking say it, Aria. Don't make me tell you again." 

I swallow my pride as tears fall. The pain is too much, I can't handle it. "Fine! I'm weak and pathetic! Are you satisfied?!"

Ryder gives me a sinister smile as he yanks my head back so that I'm staring him in the eyes. "I am. Now say that you fucking hate Derek. Insult him." 

Ryder steps back and dips his hand back in his pocket, fishing out his phone. My heart drops as I realize what's happening. He's going to send this to Derek. 

"Say it unless you want to leave here on a stretcher," Ryder grips my face before pushing my head against the pole. My survival instincts kick into overdrive as my heart pounds even faster. 

"I-I hate Derek Montgomery. I wish I had never agreed to m-marry him and-and he is controlling," I say what's off the top of my head. Satisfied, Ryder sends the video and all I can do is lean my head back against the pole. Tears flow freely down my bloodied cheeks as I think about Derek. I love him. I need him. I can't breathe without him. This isn't how it was supposed to be. 

"Good girl! Now, I will see you soon. Try to get some sleep," Ryder places a kiss on my forehead and I internally gag as he walks away. Fucking foul. Someone needs to put him down like a fucking dog. 

        The next morning, Ryder brings me water. I chug it like it's my lifeline. He refuses to untie me or even put me somewhere more comfortable. I fucking hate him. 

"Are you ready, mi flor? Today's the big day," Ryder asks excitedly. I stare at him with hazy eyes. This cannot be real. When I don't respond, Ryder stands up and grabs my hair. "You are so fucking ungrateful. I brought you water and this is my thanks?!"

"Water's a necessity, jackass."

He slams my head against the pole. It had to be said. 

"I can't wait to send Derek postcards of our glorious wedding. It'll be beautiful!" Ryder exclaims, planting kisses on my neck. 

My entire body recoils a I shut down. I refuse to acknowledge his assault. 

Ryder looks up from my neck to see me staring elsewhere. Fortunately for me, he backs away from me. "I'll be back in an hour." 

"No, you won't. You'll be fucking dead."

Derek's voice echoes off the walls as he cocks his gun. 

"Now, give me my wife or I pull this fucking trigger."