Entangled with the Mafia Don novel Chapter 6

Davina's POV:

The world became a chaotic blur of streetlights and the rough fabric of Ezra's suit jacket digging into my cheek as he unceremoniously hauled me over his shoulder. My frantic kicks and feeble punches against his broad back were met with a chilling indifference, as if I were no more than a troublesome package. Each step he took through the sterile hospital corridors echoed the shattering of my former life.

The automatic doors of the emergency exit hissed open, revealing the cool night air and the dimly lit expanse of the parking lot. A sleek, black car he approached seemed to exude an air of silent menace, its tinted windows like vacant eyes. With a grunt that spoke of exertion rather than concern, he swung me towards the rear of the vehicle. I landed with a jarring impact on the plush leather seats, the sharp pain radiating from where my head struck momentarily stealing the breath from my lungs.

Scrambling into a sitting position, my chest heaved with a mixture of terror and a white-hot fury. "You can't do this!" I choked out, my voice trembling. "This is abduction! You can't just..." I lunged towards him as he entered the back of the car, driven by a desperate surge of adrenaline. My fingers clawed at the air, aiming for his face, any vulnerable point.

His reaction was swift and brutal. His hand shot out, clamping around my wrist like a steel manacle, halting my pathetic attack. His dark eyes, devoid of any flicker of humanity, bored into mine. "Such spirit," he murmured, a cruel amusement twisting his lips. "You'll learn that defiance in my world has consequences far more unpleasant than a bruised ego."

Before I could pull away, he leaned in, his face inches from mine. The scent of expensive cologne and something else, something darker and more primal, filled my nostrils. A wave of nausea and revulsion churned in my stomach as I recognized his intent. He was going to kiss me, to claim some twisted form of dominance. With a guttural cry, I twisted my head violently, my cheek scraping against the rough stubble of his jaw as I shoved against his chest with all my remaining strength.

He straightened, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Feisty. It will make things... interesting." His gaze hardened, all trace of amusement vanishing. His hand grabbed my chin with a violent lunge, forcing me to look him in the eye. His calloused fingers repulsed me, yet sent a shiver of a strange feeling down my spine. He stayed silent for a few moments, allowing me to take a better look of his face. Under different circumstances, I'd be melting if a gorgeous man as him was holding me. But he was not that type of man.

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