unLUCKY

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Chapter Three

He grabbed my arm with an iron grip. "Wait my shoe" I fussed, giving resistance as he dragged me away from the scene of the crime. He just ignored me, not bothering to stop or slow down.

I wanted the other side of my shoes, but not as much as I wanted my freedom.

"I can walk on my own." I bit, trying to shake his hold on me.

"I know, but I don't trust you. You might attempt to run away, and I'm not in the mood to chase after you or waste my remaining bullets on you." he stated bluntly with an air of hostility as he continued dragging me around the corner back onto the main street.

I had certainly entertained the thought of running despite knowing the possible consequences. I was willing to die a free woman than live as a bond slave. Who even knew where he was taking me or what he had in store for me once we got there? Was it going to be any different than if I had been caught by the Cripz Side Crew? I couldn't even count on the fact that it was simply going to be one man. Who knew if he was taking me to his own gang, assuming he had one? I mean just look at him, he looked like he could command a whole army. I highly doubt this majestic beast would be a lone wolf.

I sighed as I gave up the struggle, my injured foot aching as I practically jogged beside him, his tightened grip ensuring that I wouldn’t flee from him.

“Who are you racing?” I panted after a while of trying to keep up with his exaggerated steps. "I'm not exactly into speed walking."

"Seems like you're not into anything at all." He chuckled, looking me over.

Rude much!

I abruptly stop, causing his body to automatically jerk to a halt. "What the hell are you doing?"

"You disrespect me, I disobey you."

"Hmm, if my memory serves me correctly, you disobeyed me long before this supposed disrespect you speak of." He turned to face me with the truth plainly laid out in before of me, but I couldn’t care less. I wasn’t having it. Plus, I was tired of walking anyway.

"Fine. Have it your way." He released my arm.

Wait, what? Was I f‐

Damn it. He lifted me by my waist like a lightweight, tossing me over his shoulder before smacking my butt. "You want to behave like a child, I'd treat you like one." He snapped.

It stung.

So why did I shiver in anticipation instead of wince in pain?

I must conceal these feelings and concentrate.

"Put me down you psycho," I yelled, beating relentlessly against his back, but he didn't even budge.

"If you don't keep your voice down, you'll attract unwanted attention, and trust me, that pretty little mouth of yours is going to pay the price."

I guess that answered why nobody came running out to help when they heard the gunshots fired, because they were all low-life pieces of junk, immune to the sound of someone in need unless it was for their own benefit.

I shuddered at the thought of what they'd do to me– to my mouth. I immediately went still and silent, hating that I was so helplessly at the mercy of this man, but on the bright side, at least I didn't have to walk anymore.

"Here we are." He slowly placed me down, caging me between himself and the car while he leaned over to unlock it. I guess he still wasn't taking any chances.

But for some strange reason, I didn't mind. There was something about him that drew me in. It was weird to think about it, but there was a pull, and I couldn’t deny it. Maybe it was his dominance, his scent, or the fact that he was handsome as hell with an edge of mystery to him. I didn’t know, but I was nearly spellbound.

The door clicked, and he guided me by the small of my back, around the door, and in. I hadn’t managed to see much of the details about the car's exterior other than the fact that it was black. Classic criminal. So predictable.

Unconsciously, he placed a hand above my head as I ducked in. "Good?" He questioned as if he was a gentleman taking me on a date and wanted to make sure I was comfortably in. But he must have caught himself because without waiting for an answer, he slammed the door shut, locking it before walking over to his side and getting in beside me.

My eyes took a quick scan of the interior. It was surprisingly clean and smelt like him- musky with a touch of spices. His scent was its own air fresher.

His door shut, drawing me out of my head. "Where are you taking me?"

He leaned over me, his face stopping inches from mine as our eyes locked. He was close, way too close. My heart hammered wildly against my chest, butterfly frantically fluttering about in my stomach with nowhere to go.

My breaths quickened as his eyes flicked down to my lips, and instinctively, my eyes began to flutter close.

But just then, he drew back, pulling my seatbelt over me, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're coming with me."

Ugh! He knew exactly what he was doing, and he did it purposely. I hated him.

“And what are you planning to do to me?” I asked, flustered, folding my arms across my chest, which still ached from the irregular pounding of my heartbeat.

He shrugged as the engine roared to life. “Nothing you won't enjoy if you decide to be a good girl.”

Gosh, why did I suddenly want to be obedient?

No, now is not the time for this, Sam. I reminded myself as I shook my head, ridding myself of those naughty intrusive thoughts. I needed to escape, and that was final.

I looked down at my door, then frowned before I took a quick glance behind me. Unfortunately, all the interior handles on the doors had been removed, all– except for his. Clearly, he had done this before.

Was I the 10th or 100th victim? I'd never know.

I felt trapped. I couldn’t escape from his car through any of the doors because of the way he had set it up, but there had to be another way out of this. I couldn’t let him win this time.

The window.

"I'm hot." I suddenly groaned, fanning myself amidst the cold bumps forming on my skin. Truth was, in here was the perfect temperature. Under different circumstances, I would have curled up in this seat and taken a much needed nap, but I couldn’t.

He glanced over at me almost knowingly, knowing I was up to something, but he didn't object. "Ok" he nodded, reaching over for the AC.

Shoot, I didn't think this through, and as if to show me just how unto me he was, he placed it on the coldest temperature.

I was instantly freezing, fighting to mask my chattering teeth behind a smile every time he glanced over at me.

It was torture and the faint smile playing on his lips as his fingers cheerfully strummed against the steering wheel told me that he knew.

Soon, I couldn’t bear it any longer. "I- I- I'm good now." I shivered, my numb lips barely able to form my words.

"Too cold?" He innocently asked, stifling a chuckle as he reached over to turn it off.

There was no point lying now. Every inch of my body bore betraying signs. I simply nodded while cupping my hands to my lips and blowing.

"Here, let me." He unbuckled my seatbelt, and with one hand still on the steering wheel, he reached over with the other. He grabbed my clasped hands, causing me to lean over to his side as he brought them to his lips. He glanced at me briefly, our eyes making four as he blew warm air on them. I was drawn in and drowning in those ocean eyes, hypnotized.

My heart skipped a beat, my breath caught in my throat, and my face grew flushed as the warmth of his breath danced across my skin. I swallowed hard, dropping my gaze as I tried to hide the blush spreading across my cheeks. "Thank you," I muttered, my breath still shaky and uneven. The moment felt so intense, so intimate, so unreal.

I've had my fair share of suitors vying for my attention, most of them set up by my father to marry me off and tame his wild child. But none felt as right as now.

I suddenly found myself wishing he'd pull me into his lap and hold me close.

"Soon" He whispered, his eyes flickering that golden color again.

"Huh?"

His eyes suddenly widened as though alarmed that he had just spoken audibly. Then he shot me a glance and cleared his throat. "Soon... we'll reach there soon."