Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
ISABELLA
What started off as a terrible beginning to my vacation morphed into a magical fairytale. Alessandro made my heart slam into my chest when I found his eyes on me, which seemed to be every second we were together.
He seemed too good to be true, but I needed whatever he wanted to give me.
Even if it were a fling with a handsome, well-off Italian man who would forget me tomorrow.
His voice sinfully sent my body craving things that I’d only read about.
I never felt so turned on, in a church no less.
I couldn’t wait to get out of it and go somewhere Alessandro could fulfill my needs.
When he kissed me, I nearly moaned loud enough for everyone to hear. The vaulted ceilings created a strong echo.
As we stepped out onto the steps, a black SUV pulled up.
Alessandro nodded to the vehicle. A man riding shotgun stepped out and opened the door.
Alessandro helped me in and scooted in beside me.
He spoke Italian to the driver, which sounded perfect.
Even if he were threatening to push me into the water, it still sounded like he was professing his eternal love.
It was just that sexy. This was my culture, and I hardly knew a thing about it.
“So, where are you taking me?” I questioned, hoping that it was to bed where he could do more than just stare. Life was too short to hold back. I craved Alessandro more than I could imagine possible, and if he wanted to have my pussy for dessert, I’d lay it open for him.
“It’s a surprise.”
“You’re not taking me somewhere to off me, are you?” Although I didn’t get that vibe from him, an attractive man could be a serial killer just as easily as an ugly one.
“The only offing happening tonight is when I’m balls deep into your pussy getting us both off.
” Shit, I should be terrified by his intentions, but instead, I let out a moan.
He leaned in so they couldn’t hear us and whispered in my ear, “You want that, don’t you, Isabella?
You want to come for me before I fill you up with my seed. ”
“I’m not on birth control,” I let slip without thinking.
He nipped at my neck before sliding his hand between my legs and cupping my pussy.
He gave it a squeeze before letting go. His eyes darkened as he stared at me.
A look of triumph, with a hint of smugness, crossed his face.
“Good. So by the time we wake up in the morning, my baby will be growing inside you,” he grunted, kissing my lips gently before sitting back to adjust his massive cock that was straining to come out of his pants.
The guys in the front, who I’d completely forgotten about, said something to Alessandro.
“We’re here,” he said. They opened the door, and he stepped out first. Just as he reached for me. The vehicle sped off, taking me with it.
“Isabella,” he shouted as he ran to me, but the vehicle picked up speed.
I looked out of the back window, and another black truck scooped him up. “What are you doing?” I shouted at the driver, banging on the back of his seat.
Before I could react, he pulled a gun on me, pointing it at my head.
I ducked, and he shot off a round against the seat, missing me, but making a statement that crossed the language barrier.
“Shut the fuck up, stupid bitch.” His Italian accent was so thick that the words were muddled together, but the meaning wasn’t lost on me.
I was going to die if I didn’t keep quiet and behave.
He’d probably kill me regardless of my behavior. At least I’d be with my parents.
He drove on, calling someone and shouting in Italian. I looked back, hoping to see the black SUV following behind, but it had disappeared from us. I knew Alessandro had been too good to be true. There was no way that he’d rescue me. We’d only met yesterday.
A dark laugh came from the driver. “Ha. Your prince charming couldn’t keep up. He might not even bother wasting money for a ransom. Maybe I’ll enjoy your pussy too and dump you into the ocean.”
He continued racing down a winding road, taking me along the coastline.
I wasn’t sure how to escape, but I knew I had to try.
Shit. Silent tears ran down my face as I looked at the landmarks for reference.
Suddenly, the truck came to an abrupt stop, slamming me against the back of the driver’s seat and then onto the floor.
Figuring it was now or never, I reached for the handle.
As I pulled it, the door opened roughly from the other side.
It was Alessandro. He pulled me into his arms and over his shoulder, walking back to the other vehicle.
“I’m so damn sorry, amore. Never again.” He kissed my hair and my temple over and over as he helped me into the other vehicle.
He closed the door and walked back over to the other SUV.
Dragging the driver out by his head. My eyes stayed glued to the scene before me, afraid of what would happen to him if I didn’t.
Alessandro beat bloody and then they tied him up, carrying him into the trunk area. Cosimo took over driving the hijacked vehicle, and Alessandro came back to me.
“La casa, per favore.” He wrapped me in his arms, cradling me, and then said, “I’m sorry, amore, but our plans will have to be canceled for the night.”
“How am I supposed to get back to my hotel?”
“It’s not safe there for you.” I knew he had a point, so I rested my aching head on his chest. “I’m so sorry. Tell me. Are you hurt?”
“I have a bit of a headache, but that’s it.”
He rubbed my temples with his big strong hands. “I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again, Isabella.” I knew at that moment that I could trust him with everything, including my damaged heart. “I’m so sorry.” He kissed my temple and held me close the rest of the drive.