Marco’s Virgin Captive

Chapter 7

Over the next one and half hour, Hailey felt what it was like to be kidnapped. She was relieved of her phone and laptop after she made the call to her parents, her best friend Anna, and Mrs. Linda, who oversaw the community center of sudden work that she had to travel overseas for two weeks to foresee the project. She sent her love to the kids at the community center.

She could remember the note of worry in her mothers voice when she told her she was going abroad for a project that required no use of phones. “Hey mum, how are you doing. Did I wake you up?”

“No baby, I’m up, Dad just left the house, I’m resting.”

“Are you still coming over this weekend?”

“That’s what I called to tell you Mum,” the line went silent, but Hailey could hear her mum’s ragged breathing, she continued “I have to travel abroad for a couple of weeks, I’m among the few selected to participate in a project, so there won’t be use of telecommunication gadgets, till it’s over.”

“How long will you be gone for?” “Two weeks Mum.”

“Ok baby, please be safe. Call me if you need anything.”

“Thank you mum, I have to go now. Please tell Dad, I love you both so much.”

“I love you too baby.” And the line went dead.

She never liked the idea of lying to her parents. But she couldn’t afford Marco to carry out his threat of Legal action.

She packed a bunch of clothes not knowing where she was going, so she opted to pack light clothes, summer what was fast approaching, but managed to pack a couple of cardigans and her signature bomber jacket in case she ended somewhere cold. How would she know the color of the outside world when she was going to be locked in a wet and dark cell with not enough sunlight, she might as well get prisoners uniform from the flea market.

She could see the reason he acted the way he did. Making money was the only thing that happened to Mr Dandolo, so he would do anything to safeguard his interest, even if it meant him locking her up in a dungeon. He would never believe she had no ongoing relationship with Wesley Blake, because he lacked trust for anyone. He was suspicious, power hungry and would happily feed her to the dogs if it suited him.

“Where are we going?” she asked Carlos the immovable bodyguard, who watched her like a hawk as they entered the Mercedes C-30 chauffer driven car that delivered her to he flat “or am I going to be blindfolded to get there?”

“To an airfield on the outskirts of London.” She was surprised he even replied to her at all. Airfield she thought.

Hailey was silent during the thirty minutes drive to the airfield; she only took the train to go see her parents and her few friends in Yorkshire. She didn’t own a car, so escaping London was rarely an option.

Would other people be present, or will it be just the two of them?

She hated the man, his arrogance infuriated her, he believes the world and people in it to bow and serve at his feet because he pleases it. He was the boss who never interacts with his employees. He paid his workers way above market price, not because he was so generous or he believed in rewarding hard work, but because he knew that money bought loyalty and they do exactly what he wanted without hesitation.

She silently prayed he was telling the truth about her hardly noticing his presence, because they have nothing to say to each other. He was her captor. But she thought of him outside the confines of the office wall, she trembled slightly, her tummy somersaulted, she didn’t understand her reaction because she hated the man.

“Mr Dandolo’s transport,” Carlos said.

Holy grail! He mentioned a chopper at the office, but she called it bluff or she misheard, but standing gallantly a couple of feet away was an actual helicopter, with the inscription Dandolo Air written in red and white.

There he was leaning against black sports car, and the helicopter few inches from him, his dark shades shielding his gaze from the scorching sun.

Her mouth ran dry, he was watching the car pull up from behind those shades. He was a sight to behold. Her breathing picked up and she licked her lips, her heart was palpitating. What had she got herself into, all because she stumbled upon information, she knew nothing about.

The driver pulled the car to a stop, Carlos hurriedly opened the car door for her, the driver hurriedly carried her bags to the helicopter, just as the blades began to spin sending a whirlwind of dust beneath it.

Mr Dandolo had entered the helicopter. She felt like the ground would open and swallow her. She didn’t have the time to shower, or change her clothes they were sticking to her like a second skin. When she spoke to her mother under the watchful eye of Carlos and Lily, she gave the lame excuse of going overseas of going to work on some international project, she needed to make it sound adventurous and exciting because her mother was prone to worry about her. She never thought she would be taken outside London, she imagined a long drive to an undisclosed location in the middle of nowhere, maybe a government facility even.

Marco had to shout to be heard “I see you’ve packed light Miss Kingston, but where have you stashed the canvas and novels to pass for quality time, or your stress balls.”

Hailey gritted her teeth but said nothing. “Or have you considered being a martyr while being held in captivity? No sketch pads, novels, or water color? Or maybe you plan to stage a hunger strike to prove your point.”

He gave the pilot a tap on the shoulder, closed the door of the chopper, placed his headphones and gave the pilot the go sign. He handed Hailey a pair of headphones. Within minutes they were airborne

She was going to ignore the tease, she glared at him, but he already looked away, casting his glance on the paperwork on his laps “Where are you taking me?”

“I’m sure you’ve already conjured deadly and dangerous destinations, so instead of telling you, it will kill the fun, so please carry on with whatever destinations that you’ve come up with,” he patted his front pocket “your phone is safe and sound here, you can tell me your passwords so I can check for urgent messages from your parents since you’re in a habit of calling daily…”

“Or from Wesley, my married ex-boyfriend?” she couldn’t help but add. He gave her a long cool look from under his dark fringe of lashes.

“Yes, from Mr Blake your married ex-boyfriend” he drawled. “It pays to be careful, why don’t you let me work and… you enjoy the ride.”