Kidnapped

CHAPTER SEVEN

-TATUYANNA >

We walk past two men. "Ares, where are you taking the principessa? " One of them asks. The boy looks back. "Ha dimenticato come si cammina e si è ferita al braccio." He shrugs a shoulder, making the two men stiffen. [She forgot how to walk and injured her arm.]

I'm highly confused, watching their eyes turn to me with panic. "Sbrigati prima che arrivi il capo."  [Hurry before the boss arrives.]  

The boy nods, grasping my hand and pulling me along toward a black Porsche Panamera coupe. Suddenly I wonder if I'm clean enough to get into the shiny car. "What are you waiting for? Chivalry?" He leans his arms over the top of the car as he looked at me in question. "No, it's just. . ." I stray away in sentence, hesitation getting a hold of me. 

My hands fidget as I stare down at my feet. Awkward silence becoming another factor for my uncomfort to shoot up. I then hear a sigh before footsteps approach me, and a shadow walking past me, and opening the passenger door. "Get in, princess."

I shoot him a glare, biting my tongue and sliding into the chair. I don't care anymore. He rounds the car and slides into the drivers seat. We don't drive and I glance at him in question. "What are you waiting for?" I ask. 

"Have you never been in a vehicle before?" He asks, his dark eyes holding annoyance. I'm not able to reply, humiliation crossing my chest. Before I could process what was happening, his face started leaning in. I lean back, eyes wide. "What are you doing?" 

He pulls on something beside me. "You're one weird kid." He says, voice low, almost a whisper. "I still can't believe you're the boss' kid." I look down at my lap. 

You and I both. I have no idea why or how me, of all people, had been kidnapped only to live a potential life of luxury. I don't know what will happen to me, and I'm kind of still scared. I haven't had this much attention from people in a long time.

Then I realize that he was pulling my seatbelt over my chest. "Every time you get into a car you need to put on your seatbelt."

"Yeah whatever." I mumble, crossing my arms over my chest. The car comes to life, purring before it pulls out of the parking space and down the road. We were driving by more trees, I really wonder how large this land is.

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He drove me to a small clinic-looking place. It wasn't far from my father's house. A 15-minute walk at most. 

Not only that but the new car smell was intoxicating. The new car smell amalgamated with a feign hint of Sandalwood. It was fresh, a clear representation of masculinity. I've been in three cars that I've only ever seen from a distance. Though the first one doesn't count right? I wasn't respecting it, and ran over innocent plants and bushes. 

I was stuck, mesmerized as I watched his hand move from the lower part of the steering wheel to his other hand and the way he switched gears. "How old are you?" I asked again, as he parked. He met my gaze with a small curve on the side of his lips. I almost thought of it as him teasing me about my curiosity. "Why?" He asks with a mischievous smirk. I glare at him as he got out of the car.

What's with the secrecy?

The moment my hand reached for the car handle, it opened, revealing his towering form. I couldn't see his face. Only the hand stretched forward to help me out.

My cheeks tinted.

"I'm not disabled, I can get out on my own." I stubbornly got out, immediately wincing as his arm brushed against my injured one. I noticed him roll his eyes, flipping his wavy black hair to the side with a swift turn of his head, and walk ahead of me.