Silver Lining

Chapter 31 - Being His Captive

Clara's POV

"Chad, stand in for me for the rest of today's work. I've something troublesome to attend to," Luciano said over his phone while still holding onto my wrists. I couldn't escape from his grip despite many struggles.

"Let go of me!" I pleaded, but my plead seems to fall on his deaf ears. He pulled me out of his office and I trailed after him unwillingly like a hare captured by its hunter. His security team immediately followed behind us, then he instructed them, "Get the car, and get some cable tie too."

Cable tie?! Why did he ask for that? Everything is starting to get creepy...

"Wait! Where are we going?!" I shouted.

One of his security came back with a cable tie and tied up my wrists in one swift movement. I didn't even have time to retaliate.

Luciano was walking so fast that I find it hard to catch up with his big strides. I was panting hard as we walked. When we exited from the lobby of Carlos building, the familiar Lamborghini Centenario car of his greeted me.

"Get her into the car," He commanded.

His security team threw me into the passenger seat of his car and tied my wrist to the handle.

"Sir, that is unnecessary!" I yelled angrily at the man who tied my wrists to the handle.

"I don't think so, sorry ma'am." He proceeded to tie my legs together with cable tie as well.

Luciano got into the driver seat of the car and started to drive off. The inertia force by his god damn car's engine jerked my body back against the seat. I started to grab the handle tightly, controlling the shiver that was building inside my body as Luciano was speeding the car so fast.

"Where are we going?!" My voice trembled.

"Relax, Clara, I'm not going to kill you," He glanced at me.

"Stop the car!"

Luciano pretended not to hear me as he continues to focus on the road. I stared at Luciano. He didn't answer me.

The car finally made a final turn and stopped outside a very grand-looking mansion. The iron gates immediately opened and Luciano drove through inside.

Luciano opened the passenger door and untied my hands from the handle. I grabbed the handle tightly, refusing to let go when he tried to bridal carry me out of the car.

Luciano sighed and said, "Let go of it, Clara."

"Hell no!" I snapped at him.

"Don't test my patience," He loomed above me, one of his hands rested on the roof of his car.

I continued to grab the handle tightly and looked away from him. Suddenly, I felt his grip around my waist and my thighs as he tried to pull me out from his car. I struggled to get off his grip, "Take your hands off me, you bastard!"

I wiggled and pushed his stomach with my stiletto shoe.

"Aaahh!!" He winched in pain. "God damn killer shoes!" He retaliated quickly by plucking off my shoes, and in one swift movement, he carried me out of the car when I was caught off guard. Darn... He was strong.

"Let me go!!" I yelled.

He continued to carry me to the door of the grand-looking mansion, he kicked open the door, showing the majestic interior of the mansion. Then he walked up the carpeted spiral stairway with me still in his arms and we entered a very posh-looking suite that was comparable to the standard back at Carlos's presidential suite.