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EMILY'S POV

"I said let me go, you bastards!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, as these strange men tried to force me out of my car.

Confused and furious, I fought against their grip, trying not to let the feeling of fear overcome me.

Could my day have gotten any worse?

They finally succeeded in dragging me out, and my leg reflexly flung in the direction of someone's groin.

The recipient of my brutality let out a loud yelp, stumbling backwards.

"Kicking my man in his balls? Now, that's not good ma'am." One of the men chastised.

I threw him a glare that melted halfway, when my brain suddenly registered his face.

He was quite familiar..... How had I not noticed earlier?

"What are you doing? Unhand me!"

I continued to put up resistance, while trying to remember where I had seen the familiar one before.

As we approached their cars, an image flashed through my mind, and I let out a low gasp. I finally remembered where I knew him from.

I had seen him around a few times, while at the Ferrari mansion. He worked for....

Dread filled me instantly, as soon as I realized who was behind all these?

Dante Ferrari.

My body went cold as I tried to understand his motive behind this.

Was he abducting me?! Clearly he had. But why?

As soon as they had successfully gotten me into one of their cars, the familiar guy took the front passenger's seat and placed his phone to his ear.

"We've got the package, Don. Waiting for your instructions."

I was the 'package'?!

"Location 001." Mr familiar said to the driver, who zoomed off immediately.

I suddenly couldn't put up a fight anymore, too occupied with frantic thoughts about everything that had just happened.

Oh God....

The moment I saw him when I walked into the Doctor's office, I knew my life was about to get messy. Unavoidably messy.

The actual weight of this entire situation pressed down on me, and painful tears stung my eyes.

Was this an abduction?

I had to calm down, I was going too far. Maybe he just wanted to talk....

Whatever the case, I needed to text my cousin, Agatha. She had to know what was going on.

As soon as the thought crossed my mind, I realized I didn't have my phone on me. I had left it in my car.

I released a low sigh of frustration.

"Hello?" I muttered, trying to call the attention of Mr familiar. He turned back, shooting me a questioning gaze.

"I left my phone in my car please." I managed to say.

All he did was exhale, before turning back.

"I said I forgot my phone!" I yelled this time, already feeling annoyed over his dismissal.

"I don't think you would be needing it ma'am." He calmly responded, not bothering to look at me. What did he mean by that?

I tried my best not to panic over anything. At least, I knew that Dante wasn't going to hurt me. Right?

I mean, I was his sister's best friend.

Alexa.

We hadn't spoken in weeks, and the feeling was terribly suffocating. Now, I could only imagine her reaction, when she found out about the recent turn of events.

I was carrying her brother's child!!

The more I thought about this entire situation, the more insane I felt.

Through the ride to their destination, several thoughts danced around my mind.

Marco was such a bastard! That was the man my father was making me marry?!

A man who had zero regard or respect for me as his fiancéé?! Our wedding was just a week away!! Hell.

And he had the guts to talk to me about making things work? To think that I almost thought to give it a chance....

And that lady he had been fucking on his desk.... She looked like someone I knew, but I just couldn't place where I knew her from.

This was all crazy!

More thoughts consumed my mind, all through the ride to wherever Dante's men were taking me.

Soon, we arrived. At a much closer look, I realized we were not really at some random location.

We were at the Ferrari mansion, but I could swear that I had never seen this particular entrance before.

No one had to tell me that they wanted to get me in, without extra eyes.

Probably Alexa's eyes.

As soon as we hopped down the car, I looked behind and could only see their two other cars behind us. None of these cars looked like mine.

"Where is my car?" I demanded, whilst being pulled along.

"Your car is safe ma'am." Mr Familiar muttered, leading me through the unfamiliar entrance.

The entrance led us into a long hallway with countless doors on each side. As soon as we got to the end of the hallway, Mr familiar opened the door there, which led to a staircase.

We made our way up, until the last step, which ushered us into another hallway. I may have recognized this part of the house, because I had once strayed down here during a sleepover with Alexa.

She had found me just right on time and taken me away, explaining that this area of the house was out of bounds to visitors.

We walked a few more feets ahead, before Mr familiar came to a halt before a door.

I stopped walking as well, and looked at him.

He released a sigh and knocked against the door, before signaling me to go in.

Dante was certainly inside that room, so I braced myself for what was about to come.

I kept my chin up, ready to face off with the Ferrari devil and still stand my ground.

His child had no business in my belly, and I was going to take it out. This stunt he pulled wasn't going to change my mind.

But then again, maybe I was too quick to assume. Too confused to think straight.

Had I been thinking well enough, I would have known that Dante Ferrari never pulled stunts. Whenever he made a move, he meant business.

At least, those were the stories I have heard about him for the longest time. Why did I think my case with him was going to be different?

Holding the door handle, I opened the door and walked inside.

I frowned a bit when I realized this was a bedroom. I was expecting a study or....

Before I could comprehend what was happening, the door closed shut behind me, and I heard the door lock click.

What the hell just happened?

I quickly grabbed the door handle, trying to open the door, but it didn't budge.

"What are you doing?" I demanded, panic rising. "Let me out!!!" I banged against the door.

I could swear that I heard him chuckle from the other side of the door.

Did this man just trick me...?

I heard his retreating footsteps, until I couldn't make out any other sounds.

"Oh my God..... Oh my God! Let me out of here!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I kept banging against the door angrily, tears cascading down my eyes, while I tried to understand what all these meant.

What exactly was going on?

Had Dante Ferrari actually kidnapped me?