Chapter Four

♕—Delilah

I felt so thirsty.

My head hurt.

My eyelids felt heavy, it was all so dark.

I was in a moving car, that much I could sense. My whole body was curled in an odd position.

I tried to pull my hand to my face to get rid of the cloth covering it but couldn't, they were stuck behind my back, tied together with something rough.

Then it hit me.

Jack.

My wedding with Alexander.

Those men.

I ran.

They caught me.

I was drugged.

I was kidnapped.

Panic shot through my veins; fear overpowered my body as I started to thrash around. I tried to scream but the gag in my mouth made it impossible for me to utter a word.

"Ah, the woman of the hour is awake" I heard a faintly familiar voice say.

It was the man who was chasing me in the forest, the one without the scar. I stilled; fear turned my veins to ice. Shivers crept through my body.

"Get her up" I heard another deep voice that I didn't recognize.

Someone grabbed my elbow and pulled me up into a sitting position, they ripped off the thick cloth from over my head and daylight hit my eyes, making me squeeze them shut.

I squeezed open my eyes with difficulty and tried to adjust to the lighting. The first thing I saw was the two men sitting in front of me.

I had no idea what kind of car it was because two of them were sitting in front of me and I looked to my side, the scarred face guy was sitting right next to me. I scrambled away from him, pressing my body into the door behind me.

I looked out the window and saw people going by their day, I tried to scream and hit the windows with my shoulder but all I got in return was laughter from the men sitting in front of me.

"Lorenzo, pull out the princess's gag," the man with black hair, blue eyes, and a brawn tattooed body said, from the way he was ordering around all of them, I think he was in charge.

The scarred face guy—his name's Lorenzo savagely pulled the gag out of my mouth. My stomach churned over and I felt sick for this brief moment. My head throbbed with pain, I licked my lips.

These men looked too polished. Their black suits were perfectly crisp and ironed, their hair perfectly combed and tousled, and I could see their gold chains and watches peeking through from under their dark clothes. They can't be some lowlife kidnappers who want money in return, no, they must want something else.

"Who are you?"

The man with blue eyes leaned back on his seat, a malicious smirk playing over his lips. "Nikolai Costello"

"A-are y-you—" I swallowed, I didn't want to ask them about the money.

"Marco, give her some water" Nikolai Costello ordered the other guy that was chasing me down in the woods. His name was Marco.

Marco threw a water bottle toward the scarred face guy, what was his name again?! He roughly unscrewed the bottle and shoved the bottle into my mouth forcing a lot of water into it. He pulled it out and I took a breath before he shoved it into my mouth again. He again pulled the bottle away and I shook my head, it was less drinking and more torture. I'd rather stay dehydrated.

I faced their leader once more. "Are you the guy my father owes money to? If you are then you won't get your money back. My father would rather let me die—"

"Yes," his deep commanding voice shut me up in an instant. "your father does owe me a lot of money but I didn't do this for money." he let out a dark chuckle. "Do I look like a man who needs your father's dirty money?"

I looked around me and noticed that they all were watching me, their dark gaze unnerved me. "Then why am I here?"

He poured himself a glass of liquor and smiled into the glass. "What's your name?"

I remained silent, I don't know if I should tell my kidnapper anything about myself. "Rita..." I lied.

"I already know everything about you, Princess Delilah, don't try to play smart with me" saying that, he gave me a revolted glare that sent a chill down my spine.

I glared right into his eyes, I won't let him k ow that he had unnerved me, I won't let them know my fear or make them think that they have the strength to break me. They will get no tears, no begging, or pleading. All of them can go to hell.

The car stopped moving and the door to the SUV slid open. They stepped out first and then the door opened from my side and Lorenzo gripped my elbow and pulled me out like I wasn't even a living breathing human.

My bare feet hit the concrete and I winced, rubbing one foot over the other to soothe the pain.

Before me, stood a modern estate, it didn't look like a place where one would take his captives. I tried to pull my arms but the knot behind my back only tightened more.

"Take her to the basement" Nikolai Costello ordered.

The scarred face Lorenzo started to drag me to god knows where when I heard a soft, happy voice.

"You're home!"

My head snapped back and I saw a very pregnant girl kissing Nikolai Costello, I don't know if it was his wife or girlfriend but he smiled at her after the kiss; he caressed her face and then the baby bump. I suddenly wanted to talk to that woman, maybe, she will help me out of there.

"Stay the fuck away from her"

The voice was low, deep, and husky with a hint of a warning. I glanced to my side and saw Lorenzo's face a little too close to mine, my whole body shivered. He looked monstrous and menacing but I shoved that fear deep down inside of me.

He kept on dragging me until I lost sight of the pregnant girl, he opened a door to a little shed and forced me inside. He then hauled me down the stairs making me twist my ankle, it was harsh but still, a pang of pain shot through my leg.

"Can you walk a little slower"

He didn't say anything, he simply walked faster and slammed me into a wall. I groaned and glared at him, I watched him as he unlocked a door. My eyes darted everywhere, looking for an escape or something to hit him with. Opening the door, he gripped my elbow once more and tossed me inside making me land on my side. He heard him lock the door behind him.

Terror sucked the very breath from my mouth as I looked around the room to see a dirty, disgusting toilet seat right next to me. Revolted by it, I skated back on my hips and my back hit the dirty sink. There was a dirty sheet in the corner and that was just it. There were no windows, only a bulb hanging from the ceiling.

I dry-heaved, I wanted to throw up but there was nothing in my stomach to be hurled out.

I turned back and saw Lorenzo, he was sharpening his knife. My life flashed before my eyes. I didn't have the best life out there but my mama and my little brother loved me; Jack loved me. Papa had always given me a comfortable, luxurious life and now that I looked around me, I wanted to bawl my eyes out.

I had no idea who they were and what they wanted from me.

He took a step in my direction and I immediately shuffled away from him. "Don't hurt me, please, don't hurt me" I promised myself that I wouldn't beg but the words slipped from my mouth before I could stop them. "Please, don't..."

He dropped to his haunches right in front of me and turned me. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for the pain but it never came instead the knot around my wrists loosened before it fell off altogether.

I instantly brought my hands to my chest, rubbing my wrists. Lorenzo grabbed the wire that had been tied with and stuffed it in his pocket. He began to walk towards the door.

"Are you just going to leave me down here?!"

I stopped and glanced at him from over his shoulder before she continued walking and slammed the door shut. I heard the clinking of keys as he locked it.

I sat there on the dirty floor and then finally a single tear slid down my cheek.

I wiped it off.

I won't cry.