Kidnapped?

Chapter Seven: Kidnapped?

Donna’s POV

It was only after leaving my house that I realized what exactly was happening – I had just been kidnapped.

Why were there two huge men in suits seated with me at the back, while the Greek God sat in the passenger seat with another man driving? They hadn’t said a word to me.

“Excuse me, sirs,” I decided to break the silence.

These men jolted like little kids, I swear to the Moon Goddess. I paused what I wanted to say and gave them side eyes. “Where are we going, and who are you?”

“You didn’t ask that when you had a choice to back out,” the Greek God spoke. “Would that change anything?”

I knew for sure he was my savior, so his words didn’t scare me. I forced a smile, despite the pain I felt. “I just want to know your names and why you saved me. I am really grateful you took me from there.”

From the side mirror, I noticed his face straightened. “They had been maltreating you, haven’t they?”

I lowered my head and nodded. He must have had enough time to see all the marks on my body, so there was no need to hide what I’d been through.

Still, they weren’t as wicked as being married off to an old man who’d treat me not even as a trophy prize, but as a tool. “You knew my dad, right?”

“No.”

I raised my head. He didn’t? Then, was he only from the will department? Maybe he was coming to drop the will when he crashed into me. “Then who are you?”

“Contract 21. Did you see the letter?”

I looked around me and realized that I didn’t bring it along. That sounded sketchy. “What does it have to do with me?”

“Do you want your properties back? I knew how you’d get your will, but of course, I wouldn’t do all these for free for you. My grandfather saved to protect you, but he didn’t say I couldn’t get rewarded for that.”

What was this handsome devil saying? I looked out the window, and the places we were passing looked dead, despite the modern look they had. There was no one on the street, and no single imperfection was in sight.

Then the huge billboard told me everything I needed to know about my situation. ‘Justiff Era!’

A mafia conglomerate governed by one of the most devilish sons of Evil itself. My father once had a cross with them, and while I didn’t know the details, I knew it didn’t end well.

Could this man be one of their bosses? My palms became sweaty, and I didn’t think this was actually a savior I had found.

What had my father done, and why did they release him? Was I a continuation of whatever contract my father had signed with them? These questions could be easily answered with the cruellest things I could come up with. Being saved by mafia men wasn’t a dream come true.

The car stopped at a small tunnel, and the men beside me got down. My head snapped to all directions, and soon enough, I was left alone in the car.

What I thought was a tunnel suddenly began descending underground. I turned to the back, and the Greek God was just looking at his car, especially the corners, as it lowered. I relaxed a bit. There was no way they were throwing me somewhere dangerous while I was still in the car.

The car descended, and a garage appeared when all the lights came up. Some machines began whirring and rushing to the car. They took out its tires.

Another machine began spraying paint on it, and before my eyes could follow each one to make sure they weren’t killing me, the black Rolls-Royce turned into a tint of red.

A door opened, and the Greek God walked in with a change of clothes. What was happening here? Did they change the paint every time they took their car out?

Then a hissing sound from the car made me alert. Three small pipes came out from the sides of the car and attached to me from all sides.

I screamed but slowly calmed down when I realized they were just compressed air and water. Sanitizer, actually. I covered my face till it was all over.

I heard the car door open. “Come out.”

I obeyed, still covering my face because my eyes stung. He held my hand and strolled back through the door he walked out from.

“My name is Théoden.”

I released one hand from my face and looked up at him. In close proximity, I could reaffirm that he was really good-looking and had a dangerous beauty to him.

It was also my first time seeing someone with two different eye colors; I’d only seen it in photos. “N-Nice to meet you, Théoden. I don’t know what’s going on, but I hope you’ll take care of me.”

That was my only desire—peace of mind while I found out how to get my father’s will. He said nothing to that, and my shoulders slumped.

We kept on walking through the maze of garage walls, and while I couldn’t see the cars within the compartments, I could guess that two-thirds of all the compartments had the cars of the bosses that ruled Justiff Era.

“Here.” I was handed a card when we stopped in front of an elevator. “Everything on the first and second floors belongs to you. Don’t go above those places.”

I stared at the card, and it was a key to my room. We entered the elevator, and my eyes shifted to him.

He rested on the elevator wall, and his clothes were actually designer pajamas. I resisted the urge to smile.

The elevator opened, and a large Victorian-era room popped up. I stood there, staring at it in awe. Théoden reached for the switch, and more soft lights illuminated the room.

There was a life-sized touch screen resting by the bed. I tiptoed to it and tilted my head. “Is it for monitoring me?”

“You can use it to order food from the kitchen, and you have access to only the buildings you need,” he spoke. “And yes, the camera watches what you’re doing. Change in your closet at all times.”

My hairs stood up when I heard that. This wasn’t flattering. It was a literal warning. “You still haven’t answered me—why are you doing all these? Who are you really?”