On Our Way

On Our Way

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Life sucks. That's Noah's opinion. Maybe yours differs from his, but I'm sure if you were in his position you'd say the same. Noah was abducted from the safety of his home on April 17th 2015. He woke up to a cold damp basement where he was held with 13 other teenagers until they were transported to some kind of forest. They were told; "Make it to the other side of the forest and you'll find the gateway to your freedom. The gateway back to your beloved family and friends..." (temporary blurb, I'll think of something better once I'm into the book WARNING: contains violence and some cursing.
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His Possession. Mafia Romance. Dark Romance. Enemies To Lovers. "Let me go!" I seethed through gritted teeth. I felt an uncontrollable amount of fear rake over my body. I soon began to shake. The fear that I just barely managed to suppress earlier is now clawing its way back up to the surface, rearing its ugly head once again, and hits ten times harder than before. The sensation is literally paralyzing. The feeling totally bypassing 'fight' or 'flee' and going straight to freeze. I feel like yacking up all that greasy food I had eaten during my shift at the diner. But I swallow the urge to do so and grit my teeth. Trust me, I wanted nothing more than to yack all over this pretentious douche. "Sorry kitten, not ever going to fucking happen." He said carelessly as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. His eyes were fixed on the dark road ahead of us, the road I surely didn't want to die on. Before I could even finish forming a coherent thought, the car swerved hard to the side of the road and comes to a sudden stop, sending me flying into the dash. My forehead collides with the smooth leather of the dashboard. I hear him rustling around, but can't see much due to the black spots in my vision. You know, from literally eating the dash. I hear the sound of something popping open and then liquid being poured. "Tell me kitten," I hear him say slyly. "Does this smell like chloroform?" He chuckles as he reaches across the console to press a rag to my face. Emily Watts, twenty years old and living alone in LA, due to her parents being drunken assholes. She had barely any money to her name, and worked at a small diner, trying to earn some money. Emily's life was in a constant loop, work and sleep. Until it was turned upside down when she meets the most powerful Mafia boss: Luca Adorno. NUMBER 1 IN #HOSTAGE - 08/02/20 NUMBER 1 IN #KIDNAP - 09/07/20 Completed in 2019. (IN NEED OF AN EDIT)

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