Page 132 of Vows In Corruption

My body gets jerked to the side and I get dragged out of the car by the two men.

“Walk.” One of them growls in my ear and pushes me forward, but all I do is fall to the ground, getting the wind knocked out of me.

I try to push myself up, but my arms have no strength to even move myself an inch. I keep trying though, but eventually the two men grow tired of my attempts and one of them picks me up and throws me over their shoulder.

As they start walking into the building, I hear more voices. Both male and female, but this new position is making me more disoriented and I can’t make out a single thing that they are saying. I think they are speaking English, but nothing that comes out of their mouths makes any sense.

My eye close again and the next time that they open up, I’m strapped to a chair. My head is still foggy, but it starts to clear. Not a whole lot, but enough for me to make out words and different voices. Voices that sound familiar for some reason.

“You fucking morons. You weren’t supposed to grab her. You were supposed to grab her fucking husband. What the fuck are we going to do with her? She is fucking useless.”

I know that voice. It’s male and I know it. How do I know that voice?

“She’s not completely useless. She does have something that I want.”

Something slides against my cheek causing me to look up, and when I do, I’m met with a familiar face. The one that reminds me of Samantha.

Marisela.

I try to say her name, but nothing comes out.

It’s not until the owner of the male voice comes into view, that a small whimper leaves me.

Peter Hill.

“We both agreed. We’d go after him. He was more important than the little slut he married. Having her here messes up everything.”

I watch as Marisela rolls her eyes and a smirk forms on her face. “Then I guess we just have to get rid of both of them.”

All the blood in my body drains down to my feet. As I hear her words the only thing that I could think to do is run my finger along my wedding ring and make sure I can still feel the bracelet around my wrist that I haven’t taken off since it was given to me. They are the only things keeping me calm.

As I run my finger against the ring, I can’t help but to wish Bennett were here so that I could tell him two things.

That marrying him was the best decision I ever made and that I love him.

Bennett Lane owns my whole damn heart and thanks to Peter and Marisela, I will never get to tell him.

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BENNETT

Panic runs through my body, but I don’t show it.

As much as I want to take the nearest weapon to me and storm out of this apartment to go find my wife, spilling all the blood I can along the way, I continue to stand where I am and try not let the madness in my head take over.

But it’s becoming hard.

With each passing second, more and more intrusive thoughts are making there way in.

Thoughts like I never should have stepped into this arrangement with Ella. Thoughts like I should have figured out another way to become CEO and not bring an innocent individual into this. Because now not only has someone take her, I’m at risk of losing her. There’s a chance that I could find her dead and once more, I lose someone that I care about.

Someone I fucking love.

I should have known from day one that this is where I was going to end up, but somehow through all my stubbornness, I was able to convince myself that two years with this woman was going to be enough.

It wasn’t enough when we went on our honeymoon and will never be enough fifty years from now. And now, there is a chance I might lose her all together.

The longer the she is gone, the more my anger against myself raises. That’s why I didn’t want to ever get married. Even though, my parents had a good marriage from what I saw, I didn’t want to go through the pain I would have felt if I ever lost that person, because me losing them would have been inevitable. I’ve already lost three people I was never supposed to lose, why not add one more to the list and make my abdomen issue unrepairable.

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