"Let me go, you sick, twisted, bastard!" I seethed through gritted teeth.
I felt an uncontrollable amount of fear rack my body. I soon began to shake. The fear that I pushed aside was bubbling up in my stomach, and I felt like I was going to yak.
Trust me, I wanted to yak all over this pretentious asshole.
"Sorry kitten, not ever going to fucking happen." He said carelessly as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. His eyes were fixed on the dark road ahead of us, the road I surely didn't want to die on.
"I'm not your fucking kitten!" I hissed. "Now let me out of this fucking car before I rip your balls off and shove them down your thr-"
Before I could even finish my sentence the car swerved to the side of the road and came to a sudden stop, immediately sending me flying into the dash.
I slowly pulled away and tried to sit back up, a small groan escaped my mouth as I rubbed my now bleeding forehead.
I heard him rustling and what sounded like a bottle being opened, along with a liquid being poured. My vision was still blurry and spotty.
"Tell me kitten," I heard him say slyly. "Does this smell like chloroform?" He chuckled.
My eyes widened in realization and I started to fight back against him. But it did no use, he was too strong and fast. In less than a second he had the smelly cloth pressed up against my mouth and nose, forcing me to breathe in the strong chemicals.
Emily Watts. Strong, feisty, hot-tempered, and caring. She's nineteen years old and living alone in LA, due to her parents being drunks, she quickly moved out as soon as she hit eighteen. Her life now consists of watching Netflix and working at Ricky's Diner, along with her friends. Life was great until her life was suddenly turned upside down when her smart mouth attracted some unwanted attention from the most powerful Mafia in the small town. Luca Adorno, rude, arrogant, possessive, and cold hearted.
Will Emily escape this hell? Or will she be stuck forever?