Chapter 9 Chapter Nine
Kamari’s POV
“How–how did you find me?”I muttered, fear twisting my insides.
Luciano's eyes darkened, his lips curling in that malicious smirk that always kept me on edge. Just then, I felt a sudden rush of adrenaline.
I turned to the car's door, pushing on it as haed as i could but it wouldn't open.
Fuck.
I was locked in.
I knew he was surely going to punish me for this.
“I’m proud of you, princess. Only a tigress is capable of finding her way out of my cage. I'm impressed,” he grinned but that only made me feel stupid.
I was no tigress.
I was a literal idiot who couldn't escape Luciano no matter how much I tried.
Seeing that my efforts were useless, I crossed my arms, my stomach piercing with subtle pain.
“Keep your appraisal to yourself. I'm not in the least interested in hearing them,” I muttered, my voice quivering.
Just then, he cupped my chin, making me forcefully look at him.
“You know I thought you were slow brained because of the shock. Now, I just think you're naturally slow brained. This was a trap and you foolishly fell into it,” he gritted out, breathing a smirk right after.
Hearing that made fear pool within me, knotting my insides badly.
Immediately after that was a sharp jolt of pain that shot through my abdomen. I doubled over, my hands finding way to my stomach.
“Ah–” I cried out softly as my insides knotted even harder, threatening to seize my breath.
Damnit.
I should have at least taken the pills and sanitary pads before running off.
Luciano's hand left my chin, a loud scoff coming from him as he exited the car. With him out of the car, I was finally able to breath properly, but that didn't erase the fear I was feeling.
I wondered why he wouldn't keep his eyes off me. Hell, he had a girl he could use as a sex toy so what was the point of going after me?
This was starting to look more like a display of power and he would stop at nothing to make my life difficult. I had to find a way out of here somehow.
Holding that thought, I dragged on the car's door by my side one last time but it still wouldn't budge. I stretched over to his side, my heart racing as I checked if he'd probably left it open by mistake but he didn't.
I was locked in.
But that didn't mean I'd give up.
I alternated my head between the windows and the door. If the doors were shut, I could try the windows. And with that, I started looking for any hard equipment in the car that could help me crash the car.
I struggled to breath as the pain in my abdomen increased, making me feel like I was being stabbed occasionally.
But the car was clean of any hard object.
My flats would barely do anything. If I even succeeded with running away through the windows, what was the assurance that he wouldn't find me?
He'd surely find me and probably increase my punishment. I'd already suffered enough.
Maybe I should just give it up and accept my fate.
My lips curled downward as I laid my head against the headrest, wincing in pain while my hands went in opposite directions on my stomach.
My eyes stayed closed for a while, my senses focusing on the painful cramps. I didn't realize how long I'd been there but I knew it was long enough for Luciano to get back from wherever he went.
When a rush of cold air seeped into the car, my eyes flew open to find Luciano plopping in with a small bag in his hand.
He tossed the small bag at me, his brows arching as he roared the engine to life. I quickly searched the contents of the bag, finding the things I'd bought at the supermarket.
A wave of relief coursed through me as I slipped out the medication, my gaze turning to him.
“Thank you,” I muttered the appreciation but Luciano didn't even bat me an eyelid.
That was okay.
He didn't need to respond to me.
A part of me felt like he was mad at me for leaving, while the other part assumed he just hated that I was trying so hard to slip out of his control.
However, I leaned onto the former, feeling guilty for trying to escape. I didn't even know why, it just felt rational that he'd be mad.
I sighed deeply, “I'm–I’m sorry I tried to escape.”
The moment those words left my mouth, Luciano increased his speed, his jaws ticking. Instead of pacifying him, it got him even more angry and I couldn't understand why.
He suddenly pressed hard on the brakes, pushing me out of my seat a little and back in position. He turned to me, leaning forward while his hand snagged around my neck, keeping me in place.
His eyes welled up with rage but beneath all that annoyance was a strange flicker of desire. He increased the pressure around my neck, not enough to kill me, but enough to make me feel on edge.
“The only reason I'm not doing anything to you right now is because you're not feeling well. Princess, you should get well soon because there are so many ways I plan to punish you for this stupid act of rebellion,” He growled, making my chest heave.
“But–but why are you even bothered whether I escape or not? I mean you already have a fuck buddy and–”
“Do you realize that you're mine now? What if someone else had taken you away from me?” He huffed, his nostrils flaring.
In that moment, his manly scent wafted through my nostrils and I have no idea why that made my cheeks flush.
I had no business feeling things for such a man so what was that?
My brows furrowed, “Who could possibly take me away from you? I mean, is there more to this that you're keeping away from me?”
If he hadn't killed my husband and bought me like I was some toy, I'd have fallen for this little of act that made it look like he cared about me.
He suddenly released his grip on my neck, taking a deep breath as he returned to driving.
That made my jaws clench.
Well, he could keep whatever he was hiding from me. I'd make sure to exploit m
y cramps, and hopefully use it to escape his punishment.
And once I'm okay, I'll plot an even better escape.