Page 5 of Plus-Size Bratva Possession
After months of watching Larissa cry over her brother's absence, I might have found a way to put a stop to this madness. I couldn’t believe my luck when Gastone suggested I might be right and we should talk somewhere quiet. To be honest, I was feeling rather proud of myself. Who knew one conversation was all it would take?
I followed Gastone to a quieter part of the club, all the while near giddy at the thought of bringing Larissa the good news. I was already daydreaming about the look on her face when I told her that Gastone finally listened, and to me, of all people.
“I'm so glad you're willing to talk about this,” I tried to scream at him over the music. “Larissa misses you so much. And the baby—she's beautiful, Gastone. She has your eyes, you know? The same shade of green. Have you seen her picture? You must have seen her picture.”
He didn't respond, but I chalked it off to the fact that it was really loud and he probably hadn’t heard me.
I noticed we were turning toward a staff corridor. A flutter of unease rippled through me as I glanced up at the lounges, but then again, I thought that he probably just wanted to be someplace we wouldn’t be interrupted.
The music grew fainter when we rounded a corner of the dimly lit corridor. It was much quieter here, and I stopped in my tracks and started to speak, eager to finally make peace.
“Look, I know how hard this has been for you. But Larissa didn't mean to hurt you. She just fell in love, and can we blame a girl for that? It happens to the best of us,” I added in a little giggle, for good measure.
To my horror, he suddenly grabbed my wrist with surprising strength and started to pull me toward the door behind him, a door I hadn’t even noticed until now.
“Gastone, what-?” I protested, wondering what the hell was going on, but he ignored me and pushed open the door, pulling me out with him. We ended up in an alley behind the club, which was dimly lit and deserted, except for a few cars parked around.
“Hey!” I screeched, pushing my heels into the ground, but he pulled me along, even though I was half-hanging off his arm. When he turned to level me a glare filled with such ice, I instantly knew in my gut that I was in trouble. I knew that the night would not end well if I didn’t find a way back then and there.
“Gastone, stop this right now.” I tried to wrench my arm away and threw a look over my shoulder back at the door, praying that someone might exit. “My security will be looking for me any minute.”
He stopped for a moment, and the look in his eyes made my blood run cold. Reconciliation, I knew, was the last thing on his mind.
“Your security,” he laughed meanly. “Two idiots who let you walk right out the back door on my arm? Trust me, they won't be looking for you anytime soon.”
My stomach dropped. “I only wanted to help you and Larissa,” I said, my voice trembling with fear now. “To help your family heal.”
“And you will,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “Just not the way you thought.”
He pulled me toward the car. I fought against his grip, digging my heels into the pavement again, but he was too strong. When I opened my mouth to scream, he turned me around and pulled me flush against his body, one arm clenched around my waist and the other hand clamped over my mouth, muffling the sound.
“Don't make this harder than it needs to be, Elena,” he growled into my ear.
I bit down hard on his palm. He cursed, loosening his grip just enough for me to wrench away. I turned to run, but made it only two steps before he grabbed me around the waist, lifting me off my feet.
“Let me go!” I shouted, kicking my legs and clawing at his arms. “You can't do this!”
“Watch me.” He carried me the last few feet to the car. I fought with everything I had—scratching, hitting, twisting my body. My elbow connected with his jaw, and he grunted in pain, but his grip didn't loosen. With a final heave, he shoved me into the backseat of the car, following quickly behind me.
Before I could scramble out the other door, he pulled out zip ties from his pocket. Who the hell carried zip ties in their pocket? My eyes widened in horror.
“Don't you dare,” I warned, but my voice shook from cold, pure fear.
He made fast work of grabbing both my wrists and binding them together.
“This isn't you,” I tried, changing tactics. “You're drunk. You're angry. But you're not this person, Gastone. Do you really want to do this? Your sister would be ashamed of you right now.”
His hand froze for a moment, and I thought I might have gotten through to him. Then his eyes hardened again.
“My sister made her choice,” he said coldly. “Now I'm making mine.”
***
Gastone was driving us now, towards where God only knew. I had tried sneaking out to the door handle, but it wouldn’t unlock, and I knew removing my binds would be impossible without a knife or something sharp. I was utterly stuck.
And now, I wasfurious.
“You won't get away with this,” I hissed from the backseat. “Do you have any idea what my family will do when they find out you've taken me?”
