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Toni
"What's wrong?" I asked.
We sped up. Anthony glanced over his shoulder but not at me. I turned as well and saw a car close behind us with two men. Anthony took his phone out and lifted it to his ear. Before he could say anything, another car came from the side and collided with our trunk. We spun around. I cried out, gripping the seat as the belt bit into my skin.
"Down!" Anthony shouted. I unbuckled and threw myself forward, my arms over my head. We collided with something else then came to a stop. What was going on?
Anthony shoved open the door and began firing. My bodyguard followed him. The windows burst, and I screamed as shards of glass rained down on my skin. A man cried out, and my head flew up. "Anthony?" I screamed.
"Run, Toni!"
I pushed through the gap between the front seats and found Anthony leaning against the side of the car, blood spilling out over the hand he pressed to his side. I struggled out of the door and sank to the ground beside him, touching him. "Tony?"
He gave me a strained smile. "I'll be fine. Run, Toni. They want you. Run."
"Who wants me?" I blinked at him, uncomprehending. He fired at our attackers again. "Run!"
I bolted to my feet. If they wanted me, they'd follow me if I ran and leave Anthony alone. "Call reinforcement."
I kicked off my heels and gripped my dress and began running as fast as I could. White petals from the destroyed flower arrangement stuck to my toes. Nobody shot at me. That meant they wanted me alive, and I knew that couldn't be a good thing.
I turned to the right, where a forest spread out in front of me. It was my only chance to lose them. My breath came in short gasps. I was fit and a good runner, but the heavy fabric of my dress slowed me down. Twigs tugged at the dress, tearing it, making me stumble.
Heavier steps sounded behind me. I didn't dare look over my shoulder to see who was chasing me. The steps closed in on me. Oh God. This dress was making me too slow.
Had Anthony called reinforcement yet?
And then a worse thought banished my last. What if Anthony didn't make it? I turned to the right, deciding to run back to the car. Another set of steps joined the first. Two pursuers.
Fear pounded in my veins, but I didn't slow. A shadow appeared in the corner of my eye, and suddenly a tall shape came from my side. I screamed out a second before an arm slung around my waist. The force of it made me lose my balance, and I fell to the ground. A heavy body crushed mine. The air rushed out of my lungs and my vision turned black from the impact of landing hard on the forest floor.
I started kicking, thrashing, clawing and screamed at the top of my lungs. But a few layers of tulle covered my face and made movement difficult. If Dad and Nick had arrived with reinforcement, they needed to hear me to be able to find me.
A hand clamped down on my mouth, and I bit down.
"f**k!"
The hand pulled back and the voice was distantly familiar, but I couldn't place it in my panic. The tulle still obstructed my view. I made out two shapes above me. Tall. One dark, one blond.
"We need to hurry," someone snarled. I shivered at the stark brutality of the voice.
A heavy weight settled on my hips, and two strong hands gripped my wrists, shoving them down on the ground. I tried bucking away, but a hand came toward my face. I tried to bite again, but I didn't reach it. My range of motion was limited with my arms above my head. The tulle was removed from my face, and finally I could see my assailants. The man sitting on my hips had black hair and black eyes and a scar on his face. The look he gave me sent a wave of terror through my body.
I'd seen him before but wasn't sure where. My eyes darted to the other man holding my hands down, and I froze. I knew the blond man and those blue eyes. Marco Scuderi, the boy I'd played with when I was younger. The boy who had run off and joined the Pinecrest Carte.
Finally, it clicked. My gaze darted back to the black-haired man. Vincent Martino, Lord of the Pinecrest Carte. I jerked violently, a new wave of panic giving me strength. I arched up but Vincent didn't budge.
"Calm down," Marco said. One of his hands bled from where I'd bitten him. Calm down? Calm down? The Pinecrest Carte was trying to kidnap me!
Opening my mouth, I tried to scream again. This time Vincent covered my mouth before I got the chance to hurt him. "Give her the tranquilizer," he ordered.
I shook my head frantically but something pricked the inside of my elbow and pierced my skin. My muscles became heavy, but I didn't black out completely. I was released and Vincent Martino slid his hands under me, straightening up with me in his arms. My limbs hung limply down at my sides, but my eyes remained open and on my captor. His dark eyes settled on me briefly before he started running. Trees and sky rushed by as I peered up.
"Toni!" I heard Anthony in the distance. "Tony," I wheezed, barely a sound. Then Dad. "Toni? Toni, where are you?"
More male voices rang out, coming to save me.
"Faster!" Marco shouted. "To the right!" Twigs snapped under foot. Vincent breathed heavier, but his grip on me remained firm. We burst out of the forest and onto a street.
Suddenly, tires screeched and hope filled me, but it crashed when I was put inside a vehicle in the backseat, and Vincent slipped in beside me.
"Drive!"
I stared up at the gray ceiling of the car, my breathing ragged.
"My, what a beautiful bride you are," Vincent said. I raised my eyes and met his, wishing I hadn't because the twisted smile on his face burned through me like a thunderstorm of terror. Then I passed out.
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