Chapter 2

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 ----Cooper---- I hear screams coming from the car as his body hits the ground. There was no way in hell I was going to let him take her back from me, she is now and forever, mine. She will soon get over the death of him; he couldn't even afford a proper living situation for her. She will grow to love me..                        ----Stassi---- I hate him, I thought to myself. Watching your father drop to the ground after being shot is one thing you will never forget. I watch the man, who has yet given me his name, walk to the car door and as it swings opens I scoot back to the other door, trying to get as much distance from him as I can.  He gets in the car and closes the door as he looks at me. "Put your seatbelt on." he says sternly as he puts his on. "My name is Cooper Salvatore. You, my dear, have been sold to me by that man there," he points to my father on the ground. He then motions the driver to start driving. "You will learn to trust me and love me and do as I command." he says as he snatches my wrists and brings me to the seat next him, buckling my seatbelt.  I spit in his face, "I will never love you. If not now, then later, I will find a way to lea--" before I get the chance to say the word, his hand grips my neck, applying some pressure. He had a mean look in his eyes, "You will never leave me. If you try to leave, don't think, for one second, that I won't hesitate to do to you what I did to your father. You are mine now and you are mine forever." he sighs before letting go of my neck, "Do you have any electronics?" I shake my head no, not daring to say a word to him. "Well then, we just will have to get you one once we get back to house; your new  home." "And where exactly is, my new home?" I ask mockingly, crossing my arms in front of my chest. "New York City. And if you know what is good for you, I would quit with the attitude." he snorted. "New York City?!" I gasped, "I'm not going there, my life is here!"   As I am being forced against my will to go to New York City, I can't help but be curious about the city and what it is like, since I have never been before. I am even more curious about the man sitting next to me. Why did he want me? Why am I so special? What was my dad and him talking about to lead him to his despise? I have all these questions and I don't know if I'll ever get the answers.  I am so lost in thought that I don't even notice  that Cooper is staring at me, before I could even say anything his hand is once again wrapped around my neck. He pulls me in and places his lips upon mine, commanding me to kiss him. I feel a soft moan hit the back of my throat as I have never been kissed this way before.  He beckons for me to part my mouth with his tongue. I almost get lost in the kiss before coming back to reality. I push myself away from him, "What do you think you're doing?" my brow furrows, as I look at him in bewilderment. "I told you I am not yours and I will not be commanded to do anything of your bidding. You have no right to kiss me." He seems to be amused by me as he laughs, "You don't think I didn't feel the vibrations on your neck from that moan you did just now? Just from that, I've learned that you've never been kissed like that.. I am willing to bet that you are still a virgin, which is a good thing, because no one else can give you what you want, even if you don't want to admit it. This man is crazy! How could he have known that? Did my dad tell him? Did he research me before he came to get me? We pull up to an airport, but not to the front where everyone else would get one, it is to a private strip. Figures. This guy would have his own plane, probably full of people who either work for him or are scared of him. I mean, look at what he did to my own father and what he has done to me in the short time I have known him. The car comes to a stop and he unbuckles our seat belts. I refuse to move; a snarl comes from the back of his throat as he grabs my wrists and places me over his shoulder. Once again, kicking and screaming doesn't do anything for me. I can feel his upper back muscles through his shirt and for a split second, I let myself enjoy being manhandled by such a strong guy. The split second is up as I am being tossed onto a chair inside the plain. With a look in his eyes, he tells me to sit and stay there.
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