????????MAFIA POSSESSION ????????
( HIS ADDICTION ????)
BY, ROYAL DIADEM ❣️
CHAPTER 6
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CAROLINE HATED FEELING POWERLESS. She hated the drugs still slowing herdown, hated the unbothered smile on Luca’s face when he said he wouldn’tkill her, hated how his voice was velvet-soft and gentle while he held herlife in his hands. She hated how he manhandled her into the cabin and threwher on the bed. How dare he touch her? Even if he avoided any no-nosquares and hadn’t
actually hurt her, she hated the fact that he could throwher around like a rag doll. She hated the pastel walls in the room, hated the
lopsided heart someone scratched into the varnish on the bottom drawer ofthe dresser, hated the evening sunlight glowing idyllically throu-ghthe lacewindow dressing, hated the matching pink quilts with their neat littlehospital corners.
She hated everything about her situation right now, but there wasn’tmuch she could do about it. So she screamed. She screamed at the cute littlevisible wood beams that crossed the ceiling. She rolled off the bed and ontothe floor and screamed at the dust bunnies under the bed skirt. She pushedherself to her hands and knees and screamed at her arms for shaking. She
grabbed onto the dresser and pulled herself to her unsteady feet, thenscreamed because she had been kidnapped and no one knew where she was,and no one was coming to help her.
Her legs still felt boneless, but she managed to stumble to the door.Locked, of course. Luca was smart. He knew she wouldn’t sleep when hetold her to. It was gratifying that he saw her as enough of a flight risk,
enough of a fighter, to lock the door. But it also su-cked that he was carefuland wouldn’t underestimate her, leaving her the perfect opportunity toescape.
She stumbled to the window and looked down at the fancy black sportscar that was probably worth more than her life. Luca pulled her suitcase outof the trunk and slammed it closed again. She stood there for a moment ontrembling legs with her hands wrapped around the windowsill with a deathgrip to hold her upright. He brou-ght her suitcase. He kidnapped her, but hebrou-ght her suitcase.
Because he couldn’t just leave it on the street for someone to find andrealize she was missing. Because there might be something inside it hecould use against her. Because he could use it to try to convince her that hecared and that he was misunderstood and really the good guy. Because hewas an intelligent mafia thug who knew how to kidnap someone without
getting caught.
She staggered away from the window, slightly steadier on her feet.Damn him. Damn him to hell with his pretty eyes and his sugar-sweet smileand his honeyed voice. She looked around the cute bedroom.
“fu-ck this ” .
Ithit her in waves, each one stronger than the last, probably due to new clarityas the drugs wore off. Luca Moretti kidnapped her. She was a captive of themafia. He was going to kill her. She was going to die.
“fu-ck this,goddammit!” she yelled with more emphasis. Panic had her scramblingback toward the door. It was still locked, and that made her angry. She
pounded her fists against the solid wood and yanked at the handle like if shepulled ha-rd enough, it would magically not be locked anymore. She alwayshated when characters did that in horror films, but now she understood. Itwas a panic response. She kicked the door as ha-rd as she could.
“Son of abit-ch .” she hopped back on one foot, cradling her toes.
“Mother fu-cker.”
She hoped he heard her. He deserved to know how fu-cking discontentshe was with this situation.
“fu-ck you, Moretti!” she screamed.
He wasprobably laughing at her. Sitting down there with a fluffy cat on his lap,chuckling haughtily into a fancy glas-sof champagne.
Caroline spun around the room looking for some sort of weapon. Hereyes landed on the lace-covered window and she considered. It was a longway up. Her legs didn’t shake beneath her when she walked to the window.
The ground seemed much farther away than she’d like to jump, and the walldidn’t offer much in the way of hand or footholds. She would probably beinjured if she tried to jump, but the car was right there. She didn’t have thekeys, but she’d seen a video once about how to hotwire a car and she wasconfident enough that she remembered how to do it. She had no idea where they were, but that was a problem for after she’d driven far away enough tofind a phone and call the police.
She reached for the bottom of the window to try to open it, but the doorbehind her opened and she spun around with her hands behind her back,guilty panic on her face.
“I made dinner.” Luca chose not to comment on her apparent escapeattempt, though he certainly could have goaded her about it. Carolinesuspected he knew he didn’t need to say anything for her to know how it
would have ended for her. Curled up in a broken mess on the gras-swherehe left her to die. He offered his hand in a seductively chivalrous gesture.
“Come with me, Caroline.”
She knew better than to outright defy a direct order from anyoneinvolved in the Moretti Mafia. She knew what happened to the people whocrossed them. God, did she know. But she didn’t have to pretend to happy
about it, so she glared at him with her whole being. She ignored his handbut walked obediently out the door. He didn’t touch her, which she shouldhave been thankful for but honestly, it just unnerved her. She didn’t knowwhat to expect from him. A perfect gentleman with a pretty smile, or themonster she knew lurked underneath? Her stomach twisted. She was alonewith him in the middle of nowhere. No witnesses, nothing to hold him back.
A shiver ran down her spine. She knew what he was capable of.She sat down at the table, set for two with a bowl of seasoned potatoes,a plate of baked vegetables, and a dish of what looked like chicken in a
creamy sauce. Her stomach growled loudly, and she cursed under herbreath. She hadn’t eaten lunch, and the food smelled amazing. But prideand defiance made her not want to eat it. Besides, it could be poisoned.
Luca sat next to her at the square table and spooned potatoes onto hisplate.
“Help yourself,” he instructed.
“I’m not a bad cook.”
Caroline took the smallest amount of food she could. Her mother wouldhave called it a ‘no thank you helping.’ She eyed the knife next to her plate.
Could she stab him and hotwire the car before he recovered enough to shoother? She hadn’t seen a gun, but he must have one.He chewed a bite of chicken, thoughtfully watching her.
“Eatsomething. You’ll feel better.”
It couldn’t be poisoned if he was eating it. She put a potato into hermouth to lull him into a false sense of security. She had to time it right. Hewas smart and she couldn’t underestimate him. The potato tasted way too good. Perfectly seasoned with rosemary, garlic, and parmesan cheese.
Exactly the right consistency. She glowered as she chewed and swallowed.She despised him.
He smirked. “Do you like it?”
She didn’t answer. She did pick up the knife to cut up her tenderchicken bre-ast very politely into bite-sized pieces. She watched him in herperipherals. He didn’t seem to suspect anything. Her heart beat loudly in her
ears. The time was now. She jabbed the knife toward his neck, but his handclosed around her wrist long before the knife found its mark.
His shoulders dipped in a slow sigh as he shook his head. He pried theknife from her fingers and set it out of reach on the other side of the table.
“If you behave yourself, you won’t lose privileges.” He released her wrist, awarning in his eyes.
“Be a good girl now and don’t make me take away
your fork.”
Caroline stared at him, rubbing her wrist where he caught her. Hisreflexes were unreal. She looked down at the fork on her plate and back athim. She couldn’t get away with trying to stab him with the fork. Maybe itwould be better to bide her time. He said he wasn’t going to kill her yet. Shecould play the long game and do the Stockholm thing and then run when helet his guard down. She watched his sharp jaw move up and down as hechewed. No. She couldn’t pretend to do the Stockholm thing. She loathedhim.
When they were finished eating, he collected the dishes and gave her aha-rd look.
“Stay put.” He turned around to take the dishes to the kitchen,and she saw the gun stuck in the back of his waistband. She couldn’t run.
She’d be willing to bet her life he was a good shot.
She sat perfectly still and obedient until he returned and leaned on thetable, resting his head on his hands to show that she had his full attention.She wasn’t sure that the center of Luca Moretti’s attention was the safestplace to be.
“Now it’s time we talk.” He didn’t sound threatening at all andthat made cold fear wrap its icy fingers around Caroline’s heart.
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