Luca, where are you...?
Aria's POV
I would.
I swear I would.
There were already people watching us, whispering to themselves. But no one dared to help. They all mumbled to their partners as they stared at me. Some with pity, other with nonchalance... And some with a look that seemed to say 'she got what she deserved.'
Although not much people cared, if I caused a huge scene, they would be forced to help me right? I didn't want to do this at first because I was worried about exposing myself, but at this point... I didn't care anymore.
Why would I care about image when I was about to be kidnapped and taken to a place I didn't know by a scary man I didn't know?
But Scarface again wasn't fazed by my threat. "Please be my guest." He answered in a calm tone, still forcing me to move. "The boss didn't exactly say it has to be a quiet mission. All he said was to get you down to him, and that's all."
What? Another tear fell from my eyes.
"Now, if you want to create a scene and be responsible for multiple deaths, it's alright. Just know that I'll still take you with me."
Multiple deaths?
My eyes went down to his pants. It was then I noticed the metal attached to his belt. He trailed my gaze and smirked.
As though daring me to try something stupid like reaching for it.
I wasn't that dumb.
Of course I wouldn't try something that stupid against someone who looked experienced.
He wouldn't kill me, but there were multiple other ways he could hurt me and make me wish I was dead.
Seeing I said nothing, Scarface nodded. "Now that that's settled, move."
"Don't push me." I mumbled, stumbling as I followed him... or rather, as he dragged me.
Another thing I noticed was that Scarface was wearing a wire.
Someone must have said something to him. He seemed to have received information because he stopped for a brief moment before he began walking faster, dragging me along with him. "Walk faster. I've wasted too much time talking to you already."
"Faster!" He yelled as we got out.
I stumbled again.
I wasn't exactly in a dress meant for running.
After yelling at me to move faster—which I ignored, still trying to find my pace—Scarface stopped again.
Wait, what was he going to...
"Stop yell... Ah!" I yelled as he picked me up like a bag of rice, throwing me on his shoulders. Then he ran towards a car.
"Hey! Ahhh!" I screamed, hitting his back, but it did nothing. When he got to the black car, he opened the boot and tossed me inside like I actually was a bag of rice.
He was afraid.
Why?
Was Luca already here? Was he back for me?
"Hey!" I yelled exaggeratedly, hitting the car boot. Kicking it with my legs also. "Let me go!! This is fucking kidnapping!!!"
Deja vu.
The feeling washed over me after saying that.
This exact thing had happened to me before.
I was dragged away just like this. Forced from the people I knew and loved... no, not people, person.
The only person who knew and loved me was Paloma.
All for my father's "mistake," Luca held me captive. Now somehow the tides have turned.
Only that I was still the one getting captured. Just that it wasn't from my father or my life, it was away from Luca.
But still...
This was the second time I was getting captured because of a man. Men I didn't aid in their wrongs.
First was for my father, by Luca. And now, for Luca... by some freaking psychopath.
Maybe if this had been around the first week Luca captured me, I wouldn't be so terrified for my life. During that time I had thought the worst already. I had no idea I was going to survive that.
Survive Luca. Up until the point of even thinking of taking revenge on him.
But now... now that I knew Luca wasn't going to hurt me, now that I was close to finding out the truth about Jared's death, now that I knew Luca a little bit more... I didn't want to leave his side.
Not like this.
It could be from frying pan to fucking fire.
I was fine where I was. With who I was.
A part of my mind wanted to think of this as a rescue. That maybe my father or someone else with a backbone had risen up against Luca for my favor. That the person only wanted to take me away from Luca before he would get annoyed and kill me.
But... how could I?
I wasn't that naive.
There was none that could go against the great Luca Morretti like that. Especially not because of just a rescue.
I was about to be used against him.
I didn't know whether I was scared because I knew it was going to hurt as hell being tortured, or because... I was going to be used against him.
"Please... please let me out!" I cried, hitting the car boot as hard as I could. Tears poured from my eyes.
But the driver... that scarred face had no mercy. He didn't even bother to say a word to me. He only focused on driving.
I couldn't even be so annoyed at that because I would hate to die in a car accident.
But then again... compared to being tortured just to make someone hurt... it wouldn't be that bad.
At least my death could be swift.
When we arrived at wherever Scarface was taking me to... I wouldn't get that luxury.
I didn't know any of Luca's enemies. So I couldn't even guess who was behind this.
"Please let me go... please." My voice began to feel hoarse from shouting for such a long period. My eyes felt itchy and swollen.
I was losing hope of getting out of this place alive.
But still... a little part of me, the one that smiled at Luca back then in the sitting room. The part of me that jumped to hug him after Noel had spoken those words to him, the part of me that cried on his shoulder... allowing him to see me vulnerable...
That part of me wished that Luca would appear out of nowhere and save me from this.
Before I would get too hurt.
Before the real torture would begin.
I sniffled, a sob breaking from my lips. "Luca, where are you...?"