kidn*pped while running from my arranged marriage

Chapter 3

The wanted criminal stood frozen for a moment, his grip on Rihanna's wrists still tight. Then, without warning, he scooped her up into his arms, cradling her like a child. The snowfall continued to blanket them in white, the silence oppressive.

As he held her, something flickered in his eyes, a glimmer of emotion that was quickly suppressed. He looked around, his gaze scanning the deserted landscape. The police could arrive at any moment, and he knew he had to move.

With Rihanna secure in his arms, the wanted criminal began to trudge through the snow, his footsteps quiet in the stillness.

The wanted criminal gently laid Rihanna on the back seat of the taxi, his movements surprisingly gentle considering the circumstances. He rummaged through her clutch and pulled out her phone, his eyes scanning the screen. When he saw the location services were enabled, his expression turned grim.

With a swift motion, he smashed the phone on the ground, rendering it useless. The taxi's interior light illuminated the shards of glass and plastic as the phone's screen went dark.

The wanted criminal's eyes locked onto Rihanna's pale face, his gaze lingering for a moment before he turned to the driver. "Let's move," he growled, his voice low and urgent. The driver, seemingly accustomed to the wanted criminal's demeanor, nodded and put the taxi in gear, speeding away from the scene as the snow continued to fall.

The taxi ride was replaced by the sound of waves crashing against the shore. Rihanna slowly opened her eyes to find herself on a deserted beach, the wanted criminal sitting beside her. The palm trees swayed gently in the breeze, and the sun beat down on the sand.

Rihanna's memories came flooding back, and she scrambled to her feet, backing away from the wanted criminal. "Where are we?" she demanded, her voice shaking.

The wanted criminal stood up, his eyes never leaving hers. "A place where no one will find us," he replied, his voice low and mysterious. The island seemed to stretch on forever, with no signs of civilization in sight.

The wanted criminal's words hung in the air as Rihanna's eyes darted around the desolate landscape. She took another step back, her footprints sinking into the sand. The wanted criminal didn't move, his gaze fixed on her.

"How did we get here?" Rihanna asked, her voice a little stronger now, but still laced with fear. The wanted criminal's expression remained unreadable, but he nodded toward the sea.

"We arrived by boat," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "We'll be staying here for a while." Rihanna's eyes widened in alarm as the reality of her situation sank in.

Rihanna's eyes widened in fear as the wanted criminal took a step closer, his movements deliberate and controlled. She took a step back, her hands trembling slightly. "I don't understand why you've brought me here," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. The wanted criminal's gaze never wavered, his eyes locked onto hers with an unnerving intensity.

The wanted criminal's eyes seemed to bore into Rihanna's very soul, making her skin crawl. "You don't need to understand," he said, his voice low and husky. "Just know that you're safe from the world here." Rihanna's fear-stricken eyes searched his face for any sign of reassurance his voice was sounding a bit familiar but it was weird like she wasn't one to associate with criminals, but the wanted criminal's expression remained unreadable, leaving her doubts and fears simmering just below the surface.

What's your name? She suddenly asked, surprised at how bold she'd become in a matter of seconds.

The wanted criminal's gaze faltered for a moment, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. "Denzel," he replied, his voice a little softer than before. Rihanna's eyes locked onto his, searching for something, but Denzel's expression remained guarded, revealing little about the man behind the name.

She had made him believe she was cool with him until she stole the gun and pointed it at him to let her go or they'd both end up dead.

Denzel's eyes widened in surprise as Rihanna's hand emerged from behind her back, the gun trembling in her grasp. "Let me go," she demanded, her voice firm despite the fear lurking in her eyes. Denzel's expression turned calculating, his gaze flicking from the gun to Rihanna's face. "You don't want to do that," he said, his voice low and even. "You won't make it off this island alive." Rihanna's finger tightened on the trigger, her knuckles white with tension...

Denzel was puzzled,he had let his guard down easily but no matter what,she wasn't going anywhere, not just yet.

Oh you're really serious about this? He asked softly

"Dead serious," Rihanna replied, her voice firm and resolute. The gun shook slightly in her hand, betraying her attempt at confidence. Denzel's eyes locked onto the gun, his expression unreadable. He took a slow step forward, his movements deliberate and calculated. "You're not going to shoot me," he said, his voice low and husky. "You're not going to shoot anyone." Rihanna's finger tensed on the trigger, her eyes flashing with determination.

All of a sudden she remembered her phone where was it? Even if she did come out of this alive which she wasn't sure yet,how would she contact her friends or anyone to rescue her?

Rihanna's eyes darted around, her gaze scanning the surrounding area, hoping to spot her clutch. "Where's my clutch?" she demanded, her voice firm but laced with desperation. Denzel's expression remained neutral, but a slight smirk played on his lips. "I think it's safe to say that's not an option," he said, his voice low and even. Rihanna's eyes narrowed, her grip on the gun tightening. "Tell me where it is," she growled, her patience wearing thin.

Denzel's smirk grew slightly as he revealed, "Let's just say your phone's...silenced. And the clutch? Gone. You're not contacting anyone. Not yet, anyway." Rihanna's face fell, her eyes widening in frustration and fear. The gun trembled in her hand, her options dwindling rapidly. She felt a surge of anger and desperation, realizing just how trapped she truly was.

Her eyes welled up with tears as she racked the gun's slide, the metallic sound echoing through the air. "I'm going to kill you," she spat, her voice shaking with rage and fear, the words barely intelligible over her sobs. Denzel's smirk faltered, his eyes locked on the gun, his expression turning serious. He took a slow step back, his movements cautious, as he assessed the situation.

Time seemed to slow down as Denzel's eyes locked onto the finger tightening around the trigger. His expression turned urgent, and he lunged forward, his voice a sharp command: "Don't!" But it was too late, the finger began to squeeze.

The sound of the gunshot echoed through the air, and for a moment, everything seemed to freeze. Denzel's eyes widened, and he froze, his gaze met hers. A mix of shock, fear, and desperation swirled in her eyes as she stared back at him, the gun still clutched in her trembling hand.

The sound of the gunshot still reverberated through the air, but the aftermath was shrouded in an unsettling silence. Denzel's eyes locked onto hers, his expression unreadable. Had she hit him? Had she missed entirely? The world seemed to hold its breath as the two figures stood frozen, the only sound the echoes of the gunshot fading into nothingness...