ROUGH AMBUSH.
1172 Words
Vionne’s POV
“Holy crap! What?” I exclaimed, pupils blown wide, hands flying to my gaping mouth.
A dress from Louis Vuitton.
This particular dress—I had recently seen it on their page and saved it because I loved it. It was worth fifty thousand dollars.
Pink. Silk. Soft. Adorned with beads, and a beautiful slit.
Something paused inside me.
This can never be a coincidence. Something was actually wrong. Someone was stalking me?
Even if someone was really stalking me, how the hell did the person know about a dress I saved in my phone just two days ago?
I haven’t even left my small house.
Thinking of this, fear gripped my throat. I shifted slightly on the bed, still holding the gown, in complete awe.
Maddie sent this… something screamed in my head. I was definitely going to agree with that voice, but a loud hiss slipped out.
It can never be her.
Harrison did.
Thinking of him, I found myself bringing the dress close to my nose, sniffling it, wanting to get a smell that screams, FAKE.
Instead, it smelled like luxury and cedar.
It was real. Not fake.
I wasn’t done unwrapping yet. Something was still inside, pushing away the thought of who sent it or who didn’t. My hands were already tearing through more of the contents, heart racing slightly, thoughts spiraling.
Was this a dream?
Again, I found a shoe and a bag. All of these weren’t less than a hundred and twenty thousand dollars… in my damp, mouldy house?
The piercing sound from my phone pulled me back to reality. I slid off the bed and reached for it.
An unknown number.
“I’m outside your neighbourhood; your package’s here,” I read inwardly.
My eyes rolled as I stared at the message.
So you open the door.
Everything happening today was strange.
My feelings too were strange.
The ringing tone from my phone made me flinch. On the screen—Sister Nora.
She’s calling.
I picked it up.
“Hello, b***h. My rider is at your location. Go get your headache, b***h,” Nora’s mocking voice filled my ears. I could hear the amusement in her tone… and her stupid laughter that made my skin crawl.
My headache?
She thinks her silly, gross wedding with freaking Harrison was my headache?
Too funny.
But why do I feel like they aren't actually getting married soon?
“You know what, Nora? I’m—”
The phone beeped. She ended the damn call.
Without thinking, I tossed my phone aggressively onto the bed and rushed out, blood boiling.
I pulled the door open, anger simmering inside me, and found the delivery guy right in front of my door.
The heck. This was scary. How the hell did he locate me so precisely?
What was going on?
“Hello, ma’am,” he said.
“Hello, send those damn stuff b—”
“Your delivery!” he interrupted sharply, shoving a small box into my hands like we had beef.
It took a few seconds for my brain to process what just happened.
His retreating figure snapped me out of it—and before I could blink, he was gone.
“The f**k is going on,” I mumbled, staring down at the small box he shoved into my hands.
And just when I looked up—
Two masked men dressed in black jumped out from each corner of my house.
I gasped.
Heat flooded my entire body, freezing me in place and stopping me from running back inside and slamming the door shut—even if they could still break in.
I would’ve called the police by now.
“Who the hell are you g—”
Before I could finish, their huge hands covered my mouth, muffling my voice.
Damn. Everything was happening much faster than I could imagine. Like this had been planned for thousands of years.
“Remain quiet, Miss,” one of them said, voice deep.
“We aren’t here to hurt you,” another added.
His voice sounded slightly familiar… maybe I was overthinking.
I was struggling to breathe, and these motherfuckers were talking nonsense.
“Let me go! Get off me! Let me go!” I screamed into their hands, struggling against their rock-hard grip.
Then they shifted—really shifted—giving me just enough space I could’ve escaped.
Very soft. Respectful kidnappers.
Slowly, they released me.
The box slipped from my hands and hit the ground.
Did Nora plan this? Harrison? My parents?
No… if it were them, they wouldn’t be this… careful. They would’ve been harsher.
Then who?
“Kindly follow us to the car,” one of them said, standing at a distance.
“I won’t do that!” I yelled, voice cracking slightly. I was scared out of my mind—I almost peed myself.
“Disobedience won’t save you. We aren’t here to hurt you,” The other said, his folding face, so impatient.
“Really? And you’re wearing a mask?” my tone snapped, though weak. “Who the hell comes to someone’s house masked and asks them to just follow them?”
I was raising my voice on purpose. Maybe neighbors would hear.
Just maybe.
A phone rang.
One of the kidnappers—the bigger one—checked his wristwatch.
“Hello, Captain,” he said.
I listened closely, trying to catch anything useful.
“She’s stubborn to get out of here,” he said after a pause.
I shifted my gaze to the other man. He wasn’t close.
No guns. No weapons.
Good.
Time to escape.
But how?
This felt like a planned KIDNAP… by someone I couldn’t even fathom. Still, I was certain of one thing—if anything happened, my family would move on. In fact, they’d probably be relieved.
That thought hurt more than the situation.
Then an idea struck me.
The police. I needed my phone.
Quietly, I started retreating, step by step, ignoring my violently pounding heart.
“Alright, Boss. We’ll force her with us.”
In a blink, they rushed me.
I was just a few steps away from my phone. I didn’t think—I dove, grabbed it—
But one of the men, built like ten humans in one body, had already lifted me over his shoulder.
“Let me go! Let me go!” I screamed, hitting his back, kicking, struggling… nothing worked.
Nothing.
These weren’t humans. They were rocks.
I stopped.
I screamed again—but no one heard me.
Like even my neighborhood was part of this.
Why do I feel like my death is near?
I never even found out who sent that box.
That must be… someone who could stalk me enough to know what I saved in my phone.
I hope he or she stalks me all the way to this abductor—and deals with them so f*****g well.
And you know what…
I hope it’s Darien.
The sexy daddy I met at the club.
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