Blind Spot by Sakshi C (the reader ebook TXT) 📕

He caught her.

"Hold it and get up," he instructed her in his thick voice. She whimpered and scooted backward. 

"Take it, Inessa," he spoke forcefully, standing tall and firm. She shook her head, moving backward. 

He watched with a straight face as she slowly rose to her feet and backed away. He made no effort to stop her, simply dropped his hand and shoved them into his pockets. He cocked his head while watching her keenly, waiting for her next move. There was only hatred and fear in her eyes whereas his beamed with amusement. 

She turned around and started running in the opposite direction. However, this time she got tackled. He caught her by snaking his arm around her waist and pulling her flushed against his chest. She struggled vehemently to get out of his hold and even more when he put a piece of cloth against her nose. She held back herself from breathing.

"Come on, doll, breath," he whispered insistently in her ear. She shook her head but the cloth remained glued to her nose. And eventually, she succumbed and breathed. Her body went slack as she started losing her consciousness, a moment later. 

Danzel had been growing crazy since the day she disappeared on him. Nothing was the same now. The first person that came to his mind was Fransisco. What if she had run to him? The fury twisted inside him at the thought.

He called Fransisco and enquired about her. Fransisco denied and cross-question him about her. By his tone, it was clear that he wasn't lying. There was no need for him to lie to Danzel. He warned Danzel that if something happened to her he would destroy him. His warnings were the least of concern for Danzel for his mind was stuck on her. He disconnected the call and threw it against the wall in frustration. 

He knew now Fransisco would also look for her. He had to find her before he did. 

Where the fuck was she?

His men failed miserably in finding her. She had disappeared out of thin air. Clearly, they failed to reach her so Danzel made a plan to make her come to him. 

"Allard," Danzel leaned back in the chair and put his feet on his desk as he spoke through his phone with a casual expression.

"What do you want? Name it. I'll give you whatever you want, just leave her alone," Fransisco's voice held a tinge of agitation that Danzel enjoyed very much. The man sounded deep in love with Inessa. 

Danzel smirked although he was boiling from inside. He had already seen in Fransisco's eyes. He desired her. But what good was it? He already had claimed her. The only person who could stop him was his brother who was no more. Now, she was his and no one can take her away from him. Not anymore.   

"You act like a lovesick puppy. Why are you so taken by her? What is so special about her that you can't get your mind off her, huh?" a hint of frustration laced through his voice. He absolutely hated how Fransisco was speaking for her. 

"That's none of your business, Lavigne. Leave her be or the consequences will be fatal," Fransisco shot back. 

"What? Are you going to blast a couple more of my warehouses?" Danzel rolled his eyes.  

"No. This time I'll do something much much worse. I will not let you harm what's mine," Fransisco growled out in a menacing tone. 

Mine. 

The smirk wiped off his face and hot bitter jealousy exploded his insides when he called her "mine." Rage gripped him and he tightened his hold on his phone. How he wished it was his skull so that he could crush it into powder. The urge to kill was never this strong. 

"She is not yours. Never was and will never be," he seethed angrily. 

"Start counting because your days are numbered, Allard," with that said, he disconnected the call and threw his phone on his desk.         

"Fucking bastard," he cursed venemously as he rested his head against his chair. 

He had to find her before Fransisco did.  

He staged the kidnapping of her brother Louis and spread the news in the media. He knew she would get across the information in some way. 

Four days passed but there was no information about her. However, on the fourth day, he was told that she was seen in a cab towards her village. And that's how he caught her. 

He held her unconscious form in his arms and carried her towards the car. Her arms were dangling in the air. His driver opened the door for him and he ducked inside the car. 

"Move," he instructed his driver as he settled inside. 

Instead of putting her on the seat, he kept her in his lap. Her cheek resting on his shoulder. 

His brows furrowed when he realized she was stinking. Moreover, her dress looked dirty and disheveled. Her hair was unkempt and she looked slimmer. Where the hell was she? he wondered to himself.

His gaze trailed down to her lips. They were chapped. He brought his hand closer to her face and gently ran his thumb over her dry lips.  

.............

Her brows furrowed in discomfort and she squirmed as she felt hot and sweaty? She slowly opened her eyes and met with a heart-thundering sight that caused the hair on the back of her neck to stand up in terror. Her wide eyes stuck on the giant flames leaping for the ceiling. Her room was on fire. She started panicking and tried to get off the bed to run towards the exit and it is then she realized her hands were tied. 

The girl froze with shock. Someone had tied her to the bed. She sucked her lip between her teeth and looked hopefully towards the door. She prayed for someone to come in and rescue her. She could only pray as she couldn't scream for help. 

She looked around the room for any tool she could use to help herself. Her eyes rested on a painting that was hanging on the wall. One glance was enough for her to recognize it. It was hers. Her gaze moved to find one more hanging on the wall. Soon she realized, the entire room was adorned with her paintings which now were turning into ashes. He had set fire to his hard work. More tears filled her eyes as she watched the flames burning her art pieces.