Kidnapped by the Arab

Carlo was feeling happy; there were only two days left until the wedding. He would finally have by his side the only girl who had stolen his reason.

He believed that soon he would make her love him, that it would be easy to dominate her. He would mold her to his liking, be the first man in her life, and the only one in her heart.

Will he fulfill the promise made to Sonia, taking her to live in Italy? He is the head of the most powerful mafia cell in that country, and part of his plans is to keep her mostly confined in his mansion to protect her from harm. She will become the mother of his children, and he won’t expose her to danger. She will only go out with him when necessary, but, of course, she will have to attend important social events as a beautiful jewel worthy of showing off.

Carlo asked Sonia to organize the wedding, making it an unforgettable event. They must prevent any leaks to the media because he doesn’t want to draw too much attention in the United States, where he poses as a respectable businessman. In that place, he is his hidden card in case of any eventuality in his country, where other mafia bosses desire to seize his territory. He will defend it to the end but won’t risk his family. He already lost his two brothers and won’t lose anyone else.

He believes Mía will soon get used to her mother’s company, as she is a loving woman who left everything to follow her father. She will teach his wife the correct way to behave and become a worthy wife of a boss like him.

In Italy, he has a group of female bodyguards ready to protect Mía at all times. In Los Angeles, he only has eight men in charge of her security, as having more surveillance would attract attention.

At night, Mía and Thara planned to escape to a club. Sonia insisted on not letting her go, as she needed to rest for the wedding. Thara helped her escape through her bedroom window, which led to the garden, where a large tree allowed them to descend easily.

Carolina also escaped, waiting for her mother to enter her room before leaving. Sonia believed that her daughter did not notice that she brought her lover into her room on weekends and was sure she wouldn’t notice her absence.

Outside the house, the three girls laughed, having easily tricked the security team. They were about to get into Thara’s car when the head of security approached. He had known Mía since she was little and cared deeply for her.

“Mía, Mrs. Sonia will be furious if she finds out you’ve escaped.”

“Uncle Jerry, Sonia doesn’t need to know.”

“I’ll get in serious trouble if she finds out.”

“We promise to return on time; she will be occupied in her room all night with the lawyer. I doubt she’ll come out until morning.”

“Alright, I’ll pretend I didn’t see anything, Miss Caroline, you know your mother will lock you up if she realizes you went out with Miss Mía.”

-I’ll take the risk, don’t worry about us.

The girls got into the car and quickly drove away from there. At the entrance of the club, there was a long line, but Thara knew the security guys, and they let her pass, appreciating her with a flirtatious wink.

They were seated at a VIP area, right next to the cabins, which were very exclusive and only occupied by the owner and very important people. Thara and Caroline ordered some drinks, while Mía chose only lemonade, remembering what happened the last time she had alcohol and not wanting to repeat it.

The music changed to a more upbeat rhythm, and the three girls went down to the dance floor, moving their hips to the beat. Mía planned to dance until she couldn’t anymore; this outing was like her bachelorette party, a farewell to her freedom.

From inside one of the cabins, Cambell emerged, accompanied by some friends. He noticed the group of girls dancing happily on the dance floor and recognized one of them-the fiery brunette he spent the night with. A smile formed on his face as he recalled that night; she was pure fire.

He asked two of his friends to join him, wanting them to distract the other girls while he approached the brunette. If only Ahmed had shown him the video from the hotel hallway when Mía left the room with Thara, he would know who he was looking for, but he had no idea.

Ahmed had returned to New York, and Cambell’s friends insisted he stayed. The blonde man was a cheerful person, and he had plenty of friends who were always looking to have a good time.

They all went down to the dance floor, and his friends approached Mía and Caroline. Cambell approached the brunette, who was dancing with her eyes closed, feeling the rhythm of the music and moving sensually. He stood behind her, putting his arm around her waist. Thara opened her eyes, turned around, and landed a powerful blow to his face. Cambell rubbed his cheek, and the brunette’s eyes widened as she saw who he was.

“Sorry, dude, I didn’t think it was you.”

The Cuban girl was red with embarrassment.

“Don’t worry, I should have talked to you before approaching you like that.”

Despite the blow, he liked the girl’s reaction; it showed she didn’t let anyone touch her easily.

Thara ran her hand over Cambell’s cheek; the area where she hit him was swollen and red.

“You have a good touch, even if a bit heavy.”

She said smiling while rubbing the area.

“I’m sorry; please forgive me.”

Cambell took her hand and led her to the cabin. Mía and Carolina continued dancing with the other guys. Inside the cabin, he locked the door, sat in front of the girl, and offered her a drink. Thara noticed he had excellent taste; the bottles there were top-notch.

She took the glass he offered, sipped from it, and then cleaned her lips with her tongue. For Cambell, it was a clear invitation to kiss her, and he wouldn’t decline.

“Let me confirm if your lips have that sweet taste I still remember.”

Thara smiled as she leaned forward, inviting him to enjoy her in that way.

The muffled screams of the girl were drowned out by the noise outside the cabin. No one could imagine what was happening inside.

After a while, the two were completely sweaty, lying on the couch. The cabins had a small private bathroom, so they freshened up before leaving. This time, they exchanged phone numbers, eager to stay in touch.

Mía and Caroline were already at their table, still accompanied by Cambell’s friends. One of the guys invited Mía to dance again, and she gladly accepted.

While they were dancing, she felt someone grabbing her arm tightly. When she turned, she saw Carlo’s furious face.

“What the hell are you doing here, dancing with this guy?”

“Why do you care? We’re still not together.”

Carlo went after the guy, landing blow after blow. Cambell hurried to intervene.

“Wait, friend, wait! He’s just a guy.”

He managed to stop Carlo; the guy was covered in blood.

“You’re a damn savage!” Mía exclaimed as tears streamed down her face.

“You belong to me, and no one else can get near you. I don’t know how the hell you’ve allowed this.”

He grabbed her arm again, trying to take her with him.

“I came with my friends, and I’ll leave with them.”

“Don’t tempt me, Mía Davis. You will leave with me.”

Mía pushed him away, his touch was annoying, and she couldn’t stand it.

“I said I won’t go with you, you idiot.”

Carlo picked her up and carried her over his shoulder, and Mía desperately hit him, but it seemed like her punches didn’t affect him.

Cambell observed the scene without daring to intervene. He realized that the girl must be Carlo’s fiancée, but she didn’t seem to be in love with him at all.