7. Hostage Of The Mysterious Hunk
Maintaining his composure, he ran his palm down the side of his face like a form of self-control technique before he returned his stoic stare on her.
"Ignore my question one more time, Cee, and this will whip your ass instead. Now." He commanded, his Italian accent mixing with the cruel authority of his tone that assured her this handsome kidnapper here never bluffed.
"You asked too many questions. How am I supposed to remember the exact one?" She asked in exasperation, straining to keep her voice lower as the corner of her eyes searched for a defensive weapon to snatch.
When he leaned forward to reach for her face, she threw herself off the bed and bolted to the door.
"Come closer and I'll- she grabbed one of the empty bottles of scotch n
