BELLA.
No matter how much I shouted at him, he didn't reply or give any reaction to my struggle. Instead, he carried me into the elevator, I rolled my eyes in annoyance. The other people who were in the elevator immediately rushed out because they thought we were criminals.
I could see them giving us bombastic eyes. Maybe because we were wearing black and had our mouths covered with a mask.
Theodore pressed the elevator's start button and directed it to the fifth floor. I thought now he would put me down, however I was wrong. He was showing off his strength to me. Too bad, I'm not attracted.
"Can you put me down and talk like a civilized man?" I murmured, my eyes slowly closing in dizziness.
"I will when we arrive in my booked suite," he finally spoke and walked out of the elevator.
Dashing through the hallways of the fifth floor of the motel, I could clearly hear the sexual moanings of the couples coming out of each room we went by.
Honestly, it was not embarrassing for me since I have been to these kinds of places during my teenage years.
Theodore stopped in front of the VIP suite and swiped the card. The door lock unlocked, and he got inside carrying me and slammed the door shut. Tossing me on the bed, he removes his mask.
I almost gasped seeing his face after such a long time. He was a stunningly handsome man with long blonde hair braided into a ponytail, bright blue eyes and a strong, chiseled face. His fair skin and athletic build added to his allure, making him a compelling and charismatic man.
Theodore Roosevelt, My first love, yes I always had a high standard when it came to dating. I never went for average guys and Caspar tops all of them. I admit that Theodore is gorgeous however Caspar hits differently. Nobody can come near what he's got. My husband is a combo of light and dark beauty, he can be soft angel angel-looking and can also be a devil in disguise.
Shaking my head from useless thoughts, I got up from the bed and quickly asked, "What is it? Why are you blackmailing me with such photos?"
"Wait up— when did you click those photos? Do not tell me you did after I went to sleep!''
"Yes, true," he shamelessly admitted as he brushed his hand through his hair.
I clenched my fists and looked at him in fuming rage. How dare he click photos and videos of mine without my consent.
And before I could say anything further, he stepped close and grabbed my face. Pressing his lips on mine with a forceful intensity which left me breathless. His other hand moved down, sliding between my pants and he touched me inappropriately and wanted to creep his hand inside my pants. It wasn't romantic and I felt molested by this psychopath.
Sensing the violation, I reacted instinctively and with a swift kick, I sent him stumbling back.
"What the hell were you trying to do?"
Instead of answering, he started laughing. Covering his mouth he laughed, filling the room with his menacing laughter. Making me more irritated.
"Alright, that's enough. My patience has run thin," I murmured under my breath as I glanced at his laughing face in disgust.
Rubbing my lips vigorously to remove his essence from me, I pulled out my gun and leaped at him, with a fierce grip I seized his throat and my fingers dug deep into his skin as I pinned him against the wall.
My eyes blazed with intensity as I jammed the muzzle of the gun against the right side of his head, the cold metal pressing into his temple. His eyes widened in shock, and then slowly relaxed.
A sly grin spread across his face as he chuckled, "You haven't changed a bit! Even after getting fucked by your husband so many rounds today, you still have good stamina to clutch on me. As expected from the top assassins of the mafia world."
"Shut up, Theodore. And get to the real shit!"
"Well the thing is normal," he paused dramatically before saying,"I want to fuck you. I miss your fucking pussy."
He straightforwardly said and wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing me against him to make me feel his erection. Disgusting!
"Do you want me to shoot you right now? Get your filthy hands off me!"
"Yes, kill me," he groaned. "Shoot me, Bella. I have been crazy without you. No therapy is working on me, no doctors were able to treat my obsession for you."
"I want to die by your lands, shoot me Bella, my love," he shouted as he held the tip of the gun and made me press to his chest.
I wish I had listened to him and shot him at that very moment.
"Why are you hesitating?" His grin widened. "Had a change of mind? I knew it, you'll never say no to me."
He started unbuttoning my shirt while I was still holding my gun against his chest. I don't know why I was hesitating to pull the trigger and put an end to this. There's no assurance because Theodore is unhinged and might upload my photos and videos. Make my life Shit'
His hands on my skin felt like a cold-blooded serpent roaming around. I jerked his hands off my chest, and pressing his throat with my other hand, I whispered,"If you think I listened to you and followed you here because of my nude photos, then you are wrong!"
"I know damn well that you'll never do that to me,"I said to see what he has to say about it.
"How are you so sure of it?" He laughed.
"Because I know how obsessed you were with me. I know you love me more than yourself and you will never humiliate me."
His smile vanished and he coldly asked, "How the fuck do you know about it?"
"I just guessed but your question confirmed it," I chuckled.
He went silent, probably shocked that I could come back furiously. Getting to real talk, I asked again,"Why did you want to see me? It's not just about blackmailing me."
Suddenly I felt my knees shaking in weakness, I was barely holding myself strong against the intoxication of the alcohol. But I know fucking well that I would not be able to stand on my feet for more than an hour.
I have to get out of here quickly before this madman tries something funny on me.
"Well I already said, I wanted to fuck you. Is that reason not good enough to convince you," he suddenly replied indifferently. "Just don't trust me too much, I might do the worst for you so that people hate you and only I love you."
'Woah, listen to this madman's words,' I thought and punched his forehead, slamming him back, I distanced myself from him after snatching the room's card while my gun was pointing at him.
"You should return to Italy," I said as I swiftly swiped the card and the room's door opened.
"I guess I'll have to," he smirked. "I underestimated you, I'll return with a plan that will be successful."
"No fucking plans of yours will work on me," I declared at the top of my lungs. Stepping out of the room, I warned him,"Stop asking for me, I'm happily married to my husband and I don't need another man."
I sprinted out of the motel, without even hearing his answer. I just wanted to get out of there, my body would run out in very less minutes.
Hoping on the bike, I dashed towards the main city road. I kept looking back while driving to see if Theodore had sent him nothing.
Fortunately no one was following me. My expression relaxed as I lowered my speed. After driving for 20 minutes, I suddenly heard the sirens of cops' vehicles. And when I arrived at the highway road, I saw the buses and cars parked on the road. The cops were checking each and every one carefully.
Two of the officers extended their shafts towards me, causing me to hit my brakes. I came to a halt and the officer asked me to remove the helmet and face mask. I just did what he asked and at that very moment other officers surrounded me.
"H-Her face looks familiar," one of the officers said as he took out his phone and matched my photo in his phone to my real face.
My eyebrows went up as I was fed up. Stopping the officers, I advised,"Why are you matching me from my photo? It's me."
"Oh, are you Miss Bella Mcadam?" He asked.
"Yes, that's me."
As soon as I said that, two of the officers clutched my arms in their hands and replied,"Miss, you will have to come with us."
"What?" I panicked," where are you taking me? What have I done?"
I started wondering if that psychopath killed himself or what and because I was the last person to meet him.
I was brought into a cabin room where two officers were guarding, I couldn't keep it to myself. I inquired,"Why are you looking for me? I haven't murdered anyone if that's the reason you put me here."
The officers at first looked at each other and then with a pleasant smile he answered, "Do not misunderstand. We were looking for you because your guardian and husband thought you went missing!"
My lips parted as my eyes stared at the faces of officers, I was too stunned to say anything. I lowered my head on my folded arms, resting on the desk in front.
"My wife, where did you go?" A few minutes later I heard Caspar's worried voice, waking me up.