We are sitting in silence now, his eyes never leaving mine, and I try my best not to make eye contact with him, I would rather not do anything to set him off. We have been driving since I don't know how long now, I know for sure we were driving for about 35 minutes, but that's only a guess. That's what it feels like anyway, I don't even know how fucking long I was asleep before that.
Suddenly, the glass that's separating us and the drives slides down, and a rasping voice fills the back of the limousine. “We are almost to the airport, sir” before the driver raises it back up.Airport? Where are we going?I want to ask, but I'm so fucking scared to open my mouth again, what if he kills me? What if he hits me again? I don't think my body can take much more right now, it feels like I'm about to pass out from how weak I am, and right now with this man, that will not be a good thing.“Speak!” The man with the tattoos says, making me jump, and I look up at him, making sure he is not about to hit me again.“Airport?” I asked in a soft tone hoping that would make my question seem, less, like I don't even know. I'm just wondering where the hell we are even going.Why the hell are we going to the airport?The man sighs, rubbing his hands down his face before taking them away and locking his eyes with mine, I feel a shiver of coldness run down my body from his cold dark eyes as he looks down at me and my heads telling me to quickly look away.“I live away from people. The airplane Is going to take us home” He says sounding tired himself, I take another moment to look at him his face is handsome, his jawline is sharp, and he has a little facial hair on his face, noting too much just seems like it needs to be trimmed up, his nose is straight, not big, I'm bad at describing people, but he looks like he just walked out of a model magazine himself. His shoulders are wide and even with the suit on, I can tell the man has enough muscles to do whatever he wants.“Where do you I- I mean we live?” I asked softly again, hoping not to piss him off with my questions.“I own a private beach in Morocco. I have my own landing strip.” He says, seemingly, a lot calmer now.Morocco? Why was he in the states if he lived that far away?“What made you come to the states?” I ask him, chewing on my bottom lip, I'm curious, I can't help that. I just want to know what's going on.“Business.” He says the one word, his voice turning back colder, which only makes me shut my mouth up, okay it seems he would rather not discuss that. “If you want to keep talking, I can have you sucking my cock”Yeah, that shuts me up.I keep my mouth tight as the limousine comes to a slow stop, we must be at the airport, now is my time to try to get away from this man.The way he described his home, once I'm there, I won't be having a way off the island without him.I hear the front door close before the right door next to the man opens, and he steps out, once his out I lean up trying to see out the window, trying to see if I can find an escape route but all I see is a lot of nothing but a concrete slab.No people.No other cars, and no other plans.This isn't good.“Get out!” The man that was inside with me orders, making me jump to comply, as soon as my feet land on the concrete he grabs me, holding tight to my arms as I attempt to jerk out of it without thinking.“Let me go, please, please. I didn't know my father owed anyone money. Don't do this to me, please. I won't tell anyone about this, just let me go!” I shout and cry trying my hardest to get my arm out of his hold, but he doesn't let go, just snarls down at me and digs his fingertips harder into my skin, making me cry out from the sudden pain.“You can get on the plane the easy way or the hard way. Either way, you're coming with me! Shut up and fucking walk!” He growls inside my ear, I turn my head away from his face and look at the man who was driving the car, but he does nothing to stop this. "You can't let him do this to me!” I shout, trying to push the man away from me with my other hand, but either I'm too weak, or his too strong because he doesn't move an inch.“That's Roman, he's my bodyguard and yours as well. I can't allow you to die until I'm the one pulling the trigger now, can I? He isn't going to fucking help you now move your fat little ass bitch!” He snarls before shoving me hard toward the walk, way of the plane.As soon as I find my footing, I take off like a rocket, at least I think I do, with every step I take my legs are burning in protest, and it isn't long until I feel a hand wrap around my neck from behind before jerking me backward into something hard.I quickly turn my head to look and the man, not Roman the other one that says he owns me, has his hand wrapped tightly around my throat, digging his fingers into my skin causing me to raise my hands and start scratching like a cat, but the more I fight, the tighter his hand gets until he cuts off my airway.“I'm fucking tired of you not listening to me, I'm going to enjoy breaking you in slowly. Now, if you don't want me to leave your corpse on the ground with your brains scattered around, I suggest you fucking stop fighting me and walk!” He snarls Into the back of my head, causing my heart to start skipping a beat as the thought of my body on the ground leaves my body feeling cold.“Ok-okay!” I struggle to get out as my lungs try their hardest to suck in a breath, I'm starting to feel dizzy from the lack of oxygen.Fuck.I don't want to go with him, but I would rather not die either, I also don't want to fucking go without a fight! This isn't right.I shouldn't have to pay for my father's mistakes!“Please, I don't want to die! It's my father! Go and kill him and leave me alone!” I cry out as he pushes me away from his body before bringing his hands down, and smoothing out his suit.“Killing your father is useless to me. I'm not the one he owed money to, but his debt is paid. You are paying for it now, paying me back for paying for you! Now I won't tell you again, walk before I make Roman carry you up the steps!” He snarls at me again, his face is getting red, and I know it's extremely pissed off right now and for a minute, I don't care! I would rather not get on the plane with him, any chances I have of escaping will be over.No.I refuse to move, fuck him, he might as well kill me now because I'm not getting on that fucking plane willingly.He looks at me for several seconds before he bends over shoving his shoulder hard into my chest, making me double over onto his shoulder, and he picks me up.I try to wiggle my way down, but he does let me go, I swing my small fists down on his back hard, but he doesn't even flinch at the contact, instead, I feel his hand come crashing down on my left ass cheek, the sting from the hit makes me cry and yell at him louder.“How fucking dare you! Let me go, you monster! You can't do this! This is kidnapping!” I cry as I try to pull my body off him, hoping my movements will make him drop me, but he holds strong as he starts to walk up the ramp.He doesn't say anything, just continues to walk with Roman right behind us and my tears start to fall down my cheeks as I watch my only chance of escaping leaving my sight.Ugh no I cry inside my head, screaming at my father for doing this to me, I don't even remember the man but right now, I hate him, I fucking can't stand him.“Tell the pilot, I'm ready to get the fuck home.” He snaps at Roman before walking down the aisle, and dumps me in a seat.” Do not fucking move! I'm done playing with you.” He snarls at me before heading to the back of the plane and I don't even look back at him, my eyes are clued to Roman as he presses a button the doors start to raise and shut close.The plane ride has been nothing but silent the past hour or so. The man with the tattoos walked back up the aisle and sat down next to me but didn't talk, just stared. I can feel his eyes digging into my skin, Rowan is sitting in the front snoring, how in the world could he have even fallen asleep? I don't remember ever being on a plane before, and all I can think about is it crashing down, but if it does, that would be the end of this mess.I so don't understand what's going to happen to me, he doesn't seem like the type of guy that would need to pay for a woman just for sex, I mean his pretty damn hot, like one kiss from him will set you a fire. So, why did he even go to that auction to begin with? Surely, he isn't lacking in female company.I mean, if he and I had met in a different situation, I would have been all too happy to give this man a shot. That's how good-looking he is.I try my best to keep my eyes straight forward, but it's hard, I just want to know exactly what he ex
We have been on this plane for what seems like being hours. We are somewhere over the ocean now. I don't know, nor do I learn how much longer we will be. After Ghost came to tell me if I did not eat, he would choke me with the food, I decided I needed to maintain my strength up in case I ever got the chance to run. I sat and ate my meal and hated every minute of it, but I kept on forcing my stomach to take more than I noticed Ghost would continue turning around with those cold eyes squinting on me before looking down at my plate.He hasn't said another word to me and when that girl came down the aisle again to give me my next meal I did not say a a sound to her, just watched as she fixed my plate up like I was some type of princess or something, and it was her job to serve me. I felt bad for fussing with her when she pretended not to notice what was going on. I just don't know whether she deserved my anger or not.I wonder what Ghost does to own a private island along with this plan
I must have dozed off, since I'm being jolted awake as the jet experiences bumps. Looking out the plane window, I notice we are flying over an island. I'm pretty certain this is my new home. I'll admit it's lovely. It seems like somewhere I'd like to vacation, with the crystal clear blue sea, white sand beach, trees, and flowers of various colors. Just not like this, not as a sex slave for a man. Speaking of men who kidnap women. Ghost said nothing to me after that; he just kept his hand on my thigh, reclined back in his seat, and closed his eyes. It took me a while to fall asleep, since the last thing he said kept replaying in my thoughts. “It's just the plane getting ready to land.” He muttered, his eyes still closed. “Oh.” I tell him, without looking out the window, I had kind of figured that out on my own. “It's gorgeous here.” “Our home is beautiful. I agree. I paid a damn fortune for it.” He grunted, opening his eyes and looks down at me. “I was talking about the water and
For several minutes, we have been standing here waiting for his security team to check out the area. Whatever the heck that means. I don't even care. I am ready to get my feet back on the ground. I dislike flying. At least I notice that much of myself. The sadness hits me again. I don't know much about myself. I realize my father is the reason that I was taken away and sold, but that's it. Oh, and my name, I know my name thanks to Ghost. It's Aria, I kind of like it. It's a pretty name.Ghost's hand stayed in the same spot, attached to my arm and showing no sign at all of being ready to let me go. He doesn't need to worry. I'm not going to go off screaming onto an island, at least not until it's been checked.I'm not crazy.Or am I?I don't remember.I'm staring out of the nearest window, and all I see are trees, sand, flowers, and water right now. I mean, he is so worried about me running away that he stayed holding my arm. It's not like I can swim miles in the ocean, or drive th
I am holding my head up and following slowly behind Ghost and Roman. The security team that lines the trees has not moved, but that does not stop me from looking back every couple of steps. It is embarrassing having to walk like this and the fact that none of the men even seem mildly upset about the situation. How many women have Ghosts taken? How many have the men seen women walking around the place in nothing but their bra and panties? The questions just keep on forming inside my head, and I can't shake them. Roman is walking directly on the side of me and Ghost keeping his body between his but off to the side. His gun is still drawn in his hand. “What do you think is going to happen?” I scold him and give him a confusing look. I mean, we are on an island. Miles into whichever ocean we are in. Who would even find us here? “As you and Ghost's bodyguard, I need to always be prepared, Miss. Aria.” Roman says softly, without even looking over toward me. He keeps his gaze looking aro
I'm stunned when I step inside. The house is gorgeous. We walk down a long hallway before coming into an open floor plan in the middle. The kitchen and the living room are on the opposite side of each other. I wonder if he decorated this himself.The kitchen has all-black appliances and white marbled counters. The walls were a light cream color, and the floors were dark brown wood.Jesus, everything in here looks like it costs a lot of money.“Who decorated your home? It's nice.” I whispered, thinking that I should keep the peace with Ghost unless I want to see that cold as-ice side of him again.“Mother.” He snapped. “Let's go. I will show you to your room.” He sighed before he walked up the staircase.My room?I am getting my own room.I thought he paid for me to be his sex slave. I did not expect to be given a room.I am so confused.“My room? I thought-” I asked as I followed him up the stairs.The stairs are black, and the railing is painted matte gold.His mother has some expens
About an hour later, I'm laying in my bed completely exhausted and wanting nothing more than to go to sleep, but my mind just wouldn't shut off. I can't believe I am stuck on an island with a man that I do not recognize. I can't believe I was sold and bought to be someone's sex slave.Who does that?Criminals.Ghost must be one. He has to be something for him to have this much money. We are on an island right now, and I can't help but know that the money isn't because he is a surgeon or a lawyer. No, we don't live anywhere close to a population that would require that, so I definitely crossed those two occupations off the list.I can't forget about Rowen. Ghosts bodyguard. Why would Ghost even need a security guard? That question burns so deeply inside my head that I'm starting to get a headache. A gentle knock flowed through my ears, and I realized that someone was knocking at my new bedroom door. That is undoubtedly not Ghost.How do I know that?Because I just felt a man like Ghos
I take in a shuddering breath as I now follow behind the girl who was told to summon me. I'm still wearing the sun dress I put on after my shower, and now I'm thinking that was a mistake. Something tells me that a man like the Ghost will be dressed up in a suit for dinner, and here I am walking towards the dining room in the cheapest sun dress I could find in the closet.I would rather not put on any of that fancy over the top clothing that he purchased for me, or maybe all that was for the woman he said he only slept with. Listen to me, I sound jealous again. I don't know what is happening to me. I don't wish to feel attracted towards that man, but I do and that's precisely what's happening. I despise him for doing this to me, loathe him for paying for me with the intention of using me this way, but also, something deep inside me feels warm when he is around.I know, I sound dumb. I sound ridiculous. I'm not going to fall in love with my kidnapper, I can't. I know little about mys