Natalia's life has been hell since the day she was born because of her deceased parents and the abusive man who stole her from a foster home, Mike. She has been abused by men her whole life, both physically and mentally, creating fear within her tow...
I squeal as my body swiftly gets thrown down on a leather car seat. Glaring up at Enzo while swiping my hair out of my face, which is a mess from being upsidedown for so long, I hold myself back from yelling at him for his roughness. He disregards my frustration and buckles up my seatbelt, then closes the door, allowing me to control my irritation and glance around the car. An uncontrollable gasp escapes my lips as I realize I'm in a black Lamborghini and not just anyone, Enzo's black Lamborghini.
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His car has silky smooth black leather seats, and it smells strongly of his scent and leather. The dash has many lights and buttons on it, confusing me, but I still admired the beauty of it. Even though I've never driven before or been in many cars, I know how gorgeous this car is, not to mention the price of it.
The price alone made my insecurities grow along with the beautiful sleek look of the car, making me feel unworthy of viewing this car, let alone sitting in it. This car costs more than my life and then some, adding on to my anxiousness. It deserves to have some model perched in it, which I'm sure it's had in it many times before, not someone like me. I thought his house made me feel unworthy of my presence, but his car makes me feel worse.
Careful not to touch anything, I put my hands in my lap, knowing if I mess anything up, I couldn't afford it, not in this lifetime at least. What's shocking to me is how much money Enzo has. I knew he was rich, but I didn't know just how rich he is, and it's honestly terrifying. Not only is this man powerful he also has more money than he knows what to do with, which goes a long way in this world. People with money get away with everything, and powerful men like him get away with anything too, so it's a scary mix when someone has both.
Enzo shutting his door and starting the car startled me as I was too engrossed in my thoughts to notice him getting in. The rumbling of the engine was such a soothing sound, but it made me more nervous as the reality of what I'm in sunk in further. To ease my stress, I glance over at Enzo, who is gripping the steering wheel with his big tattooed hand, driving. Whilst he turned the steering wheel, his arm muscles flexed underneath his black fitted suit catching my attention with his every move. Glancing up at his face, I see his jaw clenched, informing me of his irritation, yet I didn't care as it only made him look even sexier.
My distraction plan worked as staring at him brought many different ideas into my mind. One look at him, and all rational thoughts fly out of my brain, which is terrifying yet so blissful at the same time. He has so much power and control over me already; I hope he doesn't take advantage of it as every other man has in my life.
Now that I'm stuck in a completely different sense of nervousness, I knew I needed to break the silence to distract myself once again. Talking to Enzo will surely distract me, as he always pisses me off when he opens those plump lips of his. For once, I need him to annoy me just to stop my mind from wandering where it shouldn't.
"Why would you carry me like that?"
I almost slap myself in the face for my stupid question. I didn't think of what I was going to say, so instead, I blurted the first question that came to my mind. Bitting my lip from my nervousness, I stared over at Enzo, waiting for a response while he focused on driving. His face twisted into a scowl, informing me that my question will make his control snap. Perhaps breaking the silence wasn't the best idea, and I should have kept to myself.
