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Chapter 5 Consequences For Her Actions

  • A wicked smile forms on Justin's handsome face.
  • He looks back at the road and locks the doors and windows.
  • "Put your seatbelt on." He orders.
  • "What?"
  • "Put your seatbelt on." He enunciates each word slowly as if speaking to a child. A foolish one at that.
  • Michelle shakes her head in defiance. "No. Let me out. Now." She demands. She bangs against the door and window in fury. "Let me out!"
  • Justin makes a sudden swerve, whipping the vehicle around a truck and coming to a stop by the side of the road. There's the harsh sound of a car horn, but he ignores it.
  • Michelle is thrown forward by the sudden movement, her petite body jerking forward and slamming her forehead on the dashboard.
  • "Ow," she rubs over the pain. Furiously she turns to give the fucking old bastard a piece of her mind only to be floored as he leans over swiftly to pull her seatbelt on, strapping her in place.
  • With him so close to her. Her nose is almost buried in his neck. She breathes in his scent, which is nothing, not at all, like the tobacco smoke and cheap macho scents she's used to. In fact, his scent is so much more... exotic; she recognises the brand of cologne he uses – one of her favourites. He smells heavenly, a mixture of sage and sandalwood and bits of cinnamon.
  • It's as if the intermingling scents have entered her blood and playing a sweet lullaby to her heart. It calms her, and it almost seems a crime to breathe, in case it all ends. At his fragrance, her erratic heartbeat slows to a calm rhythm.
  • Once Justin presses the belt into the catch, he turns his head slightly and looks at her then, his black eyes drilling into hers once more. As she stares into his deep endless dark orbs, she knows she could fall for him as deep as his pit-less black eyes.
  • She's infatuated, intoxicated, and captivated to the beams of her heart and soul.
  • She's then stupefied at her train of thought. Why she should have these thoughts, she cannot for the life of her say.
  • Justin's lips bear the semblance of a smile, just enough to show that he's enjoying his thoughts, whatever they may be.
  • "There, all strapped in. Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" The left side of his lip tugs upwards creating a sinister smirk on his god-like face; casting a spell of lust to the eyes that dare look his way.
  • Just a smirk and the tiniest hint of his subtle cologne. That's all it takes... That's how it begins.
  • Michelle's mouth is almost too dry to speak. She nods like an idiot and then croaks out, "Yeah..." She's not even sure of what her mouth is saying because he has disconnected her.
  • Justin bites the edge of a smile, a vain attempt to keep his creeping grin at bay. The intention behind his perking lips isn't something that can easily be ensured as a mischievous look spreads across his face.
  • "Good girl." He croons and settles back in his seat, pulling back into traffic. He looks pleased as his eyes lock onto the monochrome street outside.
  • Now that he's driving and keeping his eyes on the traffic, it's easier for her to observe him discreetly; He's broad-shouldered with a muscular physique, every move giving away his strength. He's a living work of art. He's beautiful. His hair is dark, but a softish brown, not black, and his skin, fair and smooth so tempting to touch; that she longs to touch it, run a hand over his muscular arm.
  • And he smells really good.
  • She trails her eyes to the passing scenery ignoring his scent. 'Why does he have to smell that way? I don't need more confusion...'
  • "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into." She states with a mumble, "I'm not someone you can mess with." Justin doesn't say anything — doesn't know what to say. What can he say? He doesn't even know why he's going so far for her. It would be so much easier to just stop the car and let her out. But he can't bring himself to do so. And yet he knows she isn't someone he's supposed to mess with.
  • "Is it money you want? If so... I have plenty of it. I can give you as much as you want. Enough to last you a lifetime." He glances her way, dark eyes meet blue ones trying to probe into his soul, desperately wanting to see what's going on in there.
  • Yes, she was stupid and reckless. How could she just jump into some random stranger's car like that? Even if she was trying to get away from the crocodiles (the Wilson family's crime organisation)... that was so stupid. And now she is dealing with the repercussion of her idiotic and reckless actions. Dealing with a psychopath. She thinks of Demetri, his expression, one of absolute disapproval and disappointment.
  • Demetri!
  • Of fucking course! Why is she just thinking of him now? If she can get her hands on her phone, she can send out an alert to her trusty bodyguard. He'll find. She knows he will. He always does. She just needs her phone. Now she regrets ditching him earlier. She should have waited by the cybercafé, stayed hidden until he came to get her.
  • While Justin's attention is taken by the act of driving, she quickly slips her hand into her jean pocket, grabbing for her phone. Only to discover she can't find it.
  • Had she dropped it while she was escaping or did it fall out of her pocket when she was curled up into the foot-well? She swiftly glances down, desperately trying to find her missing phone.
  • "Looking for this?" Justin holds up her phone.
  • How did he...? She didn't even notice when he took it.
  • "I don't suppose you would give it back." Her words make him laugh. He tosses the phone out the window and watches it smash in the rearview. Even though she was expecting him not to give it back, still, she didn't think he would throw it out the window.
  • An incredulous gasp escapes her lips. She stares at him with impossibly large eyes as her mouth hangs slightly ajar.
  • At that moment she didn't think she was getting out of this alive. The gravity of the situation slowly sinking in. The awful truth is beginning to dawn on her as fear slowly creeps into existence. But she swallows it down, because when one is afraid they tend to be less accurate. And right now she needs to analyse the situation without it. It will definitely help her make better choices. This time, at least.
  • All she needs is Demetri. She must get a hold of him, somehow.
  • It is easier thought than done as her kidnapper drives out of the city. After a few miles, he turns a sharp corner and drives off from the main highway and then onto a dusty desolate road leading to god knows where and away from all human forms of life. From anyone who could possibly save her.
  • Would Demetri find her or maybe her body or even just a part of her body? Will she ever see her brother again?
  • Justin drives farther and farther to the middle of no way, some deserted place, and then a building comes into view. There's a temporary wooden hoarding hiding the façade of the five-storey building under construction.
  • The vehicle comes to a stop in the middle of the compound.
  • Justin gets out casually, walks around the car and opens the girl's door. As soon as the door swings open, she kicks it with as much force as she can muster. Justin is caught off guard as the door slams against his midriff.
  • "Fuck," he hisses.
  • Michelle clambers out of the vehicle and makes a run for it. However, she doesn't get far as she is caught and pulled back by her shirt. Her back is pressed against Justin's firm chest, his hands coming to wrap around her small body.
  • "I wouldn't do that if—" she elbows him in the gut, knocking a puff of air out of his lungs. The unexpected blow loosens his grip around her. She twirls swiftly and pulls out the teaser she had swiped earlier aiming for his neck. Justin intercepts her hand, grabbing onto her wrist. She goes for his groin bringing her knee up. Anticipating her move, Justin turns his hips and she misses.
  • He tightens his grip on her wrist and twists. She winces, the teaser falling out of her hand and he smashes it under his boot.
  • Her skin bruises so easily, she knows it will make a mark. It seems like her captor does too as he loosens his grip.
  • "Let go of me!" she raves as Justin picks her up by the waist and hurls her over his shoulder like she weighs nothing. "Put me down! Is there someone out there! Please help me!" Kicking and screaming. Her small fists pummelling against his back furiously, the strength behind them is like that of a chicken pecking at rice.
  • "Scream all you want, little doe. No one's gonna hear you. No one's coming to save you."
  • Justin climbs the set of concrete stairs up to the fifth floor. Once he reaches the top floor, he lets her go and she falls to the ground butt first.
  • The mafia princess stands up furiously, grimacing and glaring at him like she's about to punch him, but Justin isn't paying any attention. He paces the length of the room, deep in thought, trying to reconcile something in his head. Or with someone.
  • Dammit. He never should have gotten himself involved with her again. What's he thinking? Here he is, in his construction building in the middle of fucking no way. He basically kidnapped the girl, no abducted her. He's tangling his balls in some deep shit.
  • Fuck fuck fuck! He runs his hand through his hair in frustration. He'd done all he could for her ten years ago. He shouldn't be involved again, but he can't think about that now. They are already here. He's already deep, six feet under, dug his own grave might as well throw some soil in it.
  • He looks up, determined. "Where do you think you're going?" he pulls out his gun. Now he stands between her and the only exit, glaring, seething, and clenching his gun rhythmically...
  • Justin intends to frighten her with the possibility of a brutal death, gruesome torture, and sadistic violation of her precious little eighteen-year-old body — not particularly in that order, but you get the point—next time she'll think twice before jumping into a stranger's vehicle.
  • This world is a ruthless place, especially their world. She should know better, there's no kindness in the mafia. Everybody wants something from someone and if you don't have what they want. You cease to exist. Simply useless.
  • "Give it up. There's only one way you're leaving this place." Michelle freezes.
  • She'd looked away for a second when she looks back up. He's holding a gun. In that suspended moment her heart stops beating, the strong afternoon light shining strongly from the cold steel.
  • She gasps and takes a step backwards, pressing herself against the wall.