Craved by the Wrong Volkov-Chapter 309: Kidnapped 2

Braelyn’s POV

My brain kept wracking, trying to figure out when my plan was sabotaged or if I was meant to fail from the start.

The guy in the passenger seat finally noticed I was awake from my reflection in the mirror staring back at him. A small smile curled up his lips.

"The princess is finally awake." he teased, and the driver tried to catch a glimpse of me. The passenger chuckled, then turned around to face me.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart? Are you feeling uncomfortable in any way or hungry?" He continued to pry like he was going to do anything. I tried to speak but only muffled sounds came out of my mouth.

My mouth was gagged, of course. Irritated by his obvious taunts, I glared at him. If looks could kill he would have dropped dead.

A chuckle escaped his lips. "She is even cute when she glares." He sneered. He was clearly too jovial for someone in the mafia. I stared at him clearly. His voice was similar to the bastard that led the group at the port.

"Too bad we aren’t really a hospitable. With the allegations you are being accused of, it will be a miracle if you get a glass water to drink." He sneered, then turned back. The driver was curious.

"What allegations?" the driver asked.

The passenger scoffed. "You ask too many questions." He reprimanded him, but I could clearly tell these two were pals.

The ride felt like forever. The two in front kept on bickering in Russian. Just listening gave me a bad headache, combined with the fact that I was starving. I just wished they would shut the fuck up, but in my situation I had no right to make a complaint when I couldn’t even talk.

After what seemed like hours the car finally slowed down. I had no idea where we were. My heart started to race. They parked the car and stepped out. The thud of the door made my heart leap.

My eyes darted around the car that smelled like expensive leather and cigar smoke. This was clearly a BMW. I was trying to figure out who the hell uses a BMW for a kidnapping arrangement.

The car was soundproof. Their absence plunged the car into silence. My stomach grumbled in protest. I was starving. The last meal I had was lunch with Raphael. During the train ride I was too nervous to eat anything.

My eyes stung with tears. Who the hell did I offend to deserve this fate? The bastard even sealed the windows and switched off the air conditioning. Weren’t they scared I might die?

Luckily I didn’t have to worry about dying from suffocation for long. The back seat was yanked open. A towering figure stood before the entrance, blocking the light. Before I could react I was yanked off the leather seats and flipped over his shoulder.

I tried screaming but only muffled groans escaped. Seeing I was surrounded, every protest went down my throat immediately. The man started moving forward while I tried to scan my environment from behind.

From outside I could tell this property was worth a fortune from the expensive exotic trees that lined the driveway and the land that surrounded the building, which seemed endless.

This was beyond even old money. The more I thought about it the more my mood sank. He went up the steps and walked through the double doors made from expensive dark wood.

The moment I entered the foyer I was dazed for a moment. Inside looked like a time capsule. It reminded me of my childhood home. Dad had left the decorations to remain outdated but expensive.

It looked like a mansion from the 80s with a few modern touches. Every inch screamed money. My gut already had a good idea who was behind this kidnapping. Maybe not exactly who, but a close guess, and that terrified me.

I was carried like a bag of rice over his shoulder up the stairs and down an endless corridor until we arrived at a door. The door was pushed open and from the entrance I could hear soft laughter.

Without any mercy or warning I was brutally flipped over, falling with my butt hard on the floor. I winced. A sharp crack snapped and I secretly prayed it wasn’t a bone. I bent over to rub my aching butt but the devil wouldn’t give me a fucking break.

I was brutally yanked off the ground, a pistol aimed at my back. "Move." the cold voice commanded impatiently. I drew in a sharp breath and started moving my legs which had grown heavy.

The room was filled with the scent of pollen and herbs. It was a massive greenhouse garden which mesmerised me for a moment. If I wasn’t a hostage maybe I would have had the mood to admire it, but with a gun pointed at me that mood quickly disappeared.

I was shoved forward, moving through the greenhouse. Exotic butterflies and birds flew around, making the room more beautiful. I moved closer to the clear laughter until I reached a table.

Two figures were busy playing a game of chess. They were both lost in their game. They couldn’t care less about me.

At the table was a woman whom time hadn’t affected much. She looked to be around her 60s but at one glance I could tell she was a beauty in her younger days. She still carried that effortless grace that drew attention. Her blonde hair was mixed with strands of grey.

A small smile hung on her lips as she moved her chess pieces. The corners of her eyes wrinkled softly. Across from her was a man I had to blink twice at before my eyes shot open in disbelief.

It was a face I had seen once but it left an impact. The man who sat beside me on the train. My breath caught at the realisation that I might have been followed from the start.

He was locked in the game with a serious expression on his face while the older lady was laughing all the way.

No one dared interrupt their game. They continued playing like we were air until a loud grumbling sound rang from my stomach and the lady’s hand froze in the middle of moving one of her pawns.

She placed down the piece and looked my way. The earlier playful aura around her vanished and a domineering presence filled the room.

Her gaze scanned me from top to bottom before she finally spoke.

"So this is Braelyn..." she sneered.

The man on the other seat leaned back in his chair while the lady just stared at me before she smiled.

"Margaret should have killed your mother when she had the chance..." she said coldly. My stomach churned.