Chapter 33
33
ELLA
F rom the second I noticed that it was my work phone ringing, and not my personal, I should have know that something was off. Everyone that I work with knows not to call me this late in the day unless it’s an emergency and they need to get in touch with Bennett. Otherwise they could email me.
Yet, I still answered the call from a number that I didn’t recognize.
Not a single word from the other side was said, but now I know the call was only to serve as a distraction. A diversion for someone to enter the penthouse, place a cloth over my mouth and drag me out of there.
I tried to scream, but nothing came out. I tried to thrash against the person that was holding me, hoping that I was strong enough to sway them and possibly hit something to get Bennett or Dante’s attention, but I wasn’t able to. It was like the second that the cloth was placed over my mouth, my body gave out.
I could still hear and see but nothing else.
There was a point in my life where I thought that Josiah coming after me and taking away Charlie would be my worst fear come true, but as I sit in the back seat of a car, with men on either side of me, I realize that that fear is nothing compared to this.
Tears roll down my face the further we make it out of the city. I might die tonight and there is a chance that nobody is ever going to find me. I don’t have my phone or anything that identifies me. I’m all alone with these strangers that decided to take me.
As we continue to drive, I try to clear my head as best I can so that I can catch if they do or say anything, but whatever they drugged me with is hitting me hard and everything is either jumbled all together or is a complete whisper and I can’t make it out.
I don’t know how long the affects of this is going to last but I hope that they end soon.
The only thing that I can make out is that the men that took me are working for someone and they speak a different language, but because of the drugs, I can’t figure out which one.
My eyes feel like they are drooping, so I try my hardest to keep them open as long as I can by keeping my gaze on the clock on the dashboard. For the most part it helps, but eventually I can’t fight it anymore and I let my eyes drop. The next time my eyes open it’s eighteen minutes later and we are pulling into what look like an abandon office building.
As the doors to the car open, I try to do math in my head.
When I first got in the car, the clock read that it was twelve minutes passed the hour, and looking at the time now, whoever took me only drove for fifty-two minutes. Which means, there is a chance that we may not be in the city anymore, but we are still close.
Maybe I can run. Maybe once the drugs go away, I can run.
My body gets jerked to the side and I get dragged out of the car by the two men.
“Walk.” One of them growls in my ear and pushes me forward, but all I do is fall to the ground, getting the wind knocked out of me.
I try to push myself up, but my arms have no strength to even move myself an inch. I keep trying though, but eventually the two men grow tired of my attempts and one of them picks me up and throws me over their shoulder.
As they start walking into the building, I hear more voices. Both male and female, but this new position is making me more disoriented and I can’t make out a single thing that they are saying. I think they are speaking English, but nothing that comes out of their mouths makes any sense.
My eye close again and the next time that they open up, I’m strapped to a chair. My head is still foggy, but it starts to clear. Not a whole lot, but enough for me to make out words and different voices. Voices that sound familiar for some reason.
“You fucking morons. You weren’t supposed to grab her. You were supposed to grab her fucking husband. What the fuck are we going to do with her? She is fucking useless.”
I know that voice. It’s male and I know it. How do I know that voice?
“She’s not completely useless. She does have something that I want.”
Something slides against my cheek causing me to look up, and when I do, I’m met with a familiar face. The one that reminds me of Samantha.
Marisela.
I try to say her name, but nothing comes out.
It’s not until the owner of the male voice comes into view, that a small whimper leaves me.
Peter Hill.
“We both agreed. We’d go after him. He was more important than the little slut he married. Having her here messes up everything.”
I watch as Marisela rolls her eyes and a smirk forms on her face. “Then I guess we just have to get rid of both of them.”
All the blood in my body drains down to my feet. As I hear her words the only thing that I could think to do is run my finger along my wedding ring and make sure I can still feel the bracelet around my wrist that I haven’t taken off since it was given to me. They are the only things keeping me calm.
As I run my finger against the ring, I can’t help but to wish Bennett were here so that I could tell him two things.
That marrying him was the best decision I ever made and that I love him.
Bennett Lane owns my whole damn heart and thanks to Peter and Marisela, I will never get to tell him.