On The Border - Marry Him Or Die

2.6

Lucas’s POV

The driver and his buddy were standing to my right next to each other, facing me as I turned around and faced the car again, coming in direct contact with the girl who was now standing in front of her car, a little further than I would have liked, but I let it go.

She had her hands hidden behind her back and she was looking all around her with terrified eyes at my men and their guns.

She was my sister’s height, a little shorter than me by a few inches, and had a fit body that I wasn’t able to check out properly while she was sitting in the car. She wasn’t skeleton thin but she was still lean with the right curves exactly where I liked the most.

I blinked and cut off my train of thoughts that were going in the wrong direction at the worst possible timing.

“What are you hiding behind you? Hands up, let me see them” I said flatly.

Her eyes snapped back at me when I spoke and she looked lost with how to comply to my demands.

She moved a fraction then froze as her eyes darted all around her at my armed men, then she looked at me and nodded her head once before she started turning around extremely slowly; probably afraid of my men shooting her if she moved too fast and they sensed some kind of danger coming from her.

My mind was puzzled as to why she was turning around instead of raising her hands up like I asked her to.

Then understanding hit me when I saw her tied up hands. She was handcuffed. Her wrists had extremely red marks and looked to be bleeding a little in some places, telling me she struggled so hard against them at some point to cause that kind of deep scarring on her skin. The chain binding the two cuffs was knotted in the middle, shortening its length, probably to keep her tied hands secured behind her back.

She opened up her hands, which were balled in fists to show me that she wasn’t carrying anything, before she slowly turned back around again to face me.

What the fuck!

Her condition left me baffled.

I was expecting to see a woman about to be smuggled, saved by Zade and his men, and being brought over to his safety, but not a kidnapped little girl who was obviously brought here against her will.

Alex didn’t give me anything on the woman except her name.

Angelina.

The only piece of information regarding her was that she was the reason all this war and blood shed started in the first place. While smuggling drugs was just a front to cover the real reason why Zade was so determined to use our borders, smuggling her across, was the real reason for all this.

Alex said that if I had this woman in my hands, I could bring Zade down to his knees using her. But this girl looked nothing like what I expected.

For someone that could bring Zade down, you’d think she wouldn’t be in this condition. Forced, kidnapped, bruised, and tied up like that.

I decided to get to the point as fast as possible because curiosity was killing me.

“What’s your name and what are you doing in the car with these two?” I asked her in a hard tone.

She looked panickily between me and the men on my right but kept her mouth shut, not saying a damn word as she shook slightly in place.

I raised one eyebrow as I said impatiently “What are you mute? Speak!”

She looked at me briefly then cast her eyes down and refused to utter anything as her breathing accelerated rapidly, sensing danger coming from me at her defiance.

“She’s a prostitute we’re sneaking to Lord Z” said one of the men in a bored tone.

I whirled my head in utter shock at the man who spoke.

How stupid do these people think we are exactly?

I decided to go along with that unbelievable story. Making fools out of people was one of my favorite games after all, and I missed it so damn much, I couldn’t pass the opportunity to play a little, especially since it’s been a long time since I had any sort of fun. I was basically in withdrawal and I couldn’t pass up that fix as it presented itself to me on a silver platter.

I looked at the girl and had to keep a straight face as I saw murder painted on her face directed towards the man who called her a prostitute when she was so obviously the furthest thing from it.

I smirked despite myself at her and said mockingly while looking at her “No prostitutes in Canada? You had to import one through our town?”

“Not a lot of virgin prostitutes willing to take the offer in Canada. They all know how unstable the boss is and how many enemies he has. No one is willing to risk their lives, we had to improvise. And let me be clear on something here, we weren’t passing through your precious little town. So you have no business stopping nor questioning us. How about you let us be and go back to leading in your own territory” said the man in exasperation.

“And this one is willing? She looks like the furthest thing from that or is that how he likes them to be delivered?” I said sarcastically as I kept my eyes trained on her. She paled even more if that was possible and was biting down on her lower lip so hard as she glowered at the asshole, especially after he labeled her a ‘virgin prostitute’ to make matters even worse.

“She was, she just freaked out a little along the ride, being new at this and all, we had to restrain her” he explained dryly.

“Ok, here is another one for you, are willing, participating, virgin prostitutes not allowed to ride on a plane straight to Canada, nor take the official roads that lead there? Wait let me guess, she’s illegal” I asked cynically as I kept my gaze on her, enjoying her little reactions and boiling anger every time her fake profession came up.

She was looking at me like she wanted to knee me straight in the balls.

“Kind of” said the asshole in a clipped tone.

“I thought your boss was gay” I wondered curiously as my gaze turned to him.

His mouth stretched in annoyance as I kept pressing on that ridiculous subject more than I should.

“He’s bisexual”

“Right” I said dismissively.

I started taking a couple of steps towards the girl but froze when she started taking many steps back in immense terror as her eyes widened at me and her lips trembled.

I raised my hands up and said softly “Easy, I’m not going to hurt you, just going to ask you some things”

She looked at me warily, not trusting my words at all, and she was right, if I were in her place I wouldn’t trust me either.

When she didn’t say anything nor shown me any more signs of fear, I resumed walking and she thankfully remained in place until I was standing face to face with her.

Her eyes were mesmerizing up this close. The deep blue color so alluring, and unique. I’ve never seen eyes in this shade of blue before. They were like rare gems.

She was looking back at me too, gazing at me, probably wondering why I was inspecting her like this.

My eyes caught sight of her gold necklace and froze there.

It had the word ‘Hope’ on it, written in an elegant, cursive font.

I looked back up at her and said slowly “Hope….is that your name?”

Even though I was sure it wasn’t, I asked nonetheless.

She caught my look at her necklace, so she wasn’t surprised when I asked her that out of the blue.

She looked straight into my face and lied smoothly by nodding her head.

I gave her another chance to fix her huge mistake that she just committed by lying to me and clarified “Your real name or your nickname?”

My question made her tense and also made her mad as she narrowed her eyes at me and her nostrils flared cutely. She thought I meant her prostitute nickname, which is hilarious come to think of it.

But she refused to answer.

I was starting to think that she really was mute at this point.

I wasn’t backing down on the name thing. I wanted to see how far she is willing to lie straight to my face without any guilt or remorse.

“Well?” I pressed darkly, showing her that she better do the wise thing and start cooperating.

She pursed her lips then said softly “It’s my real name”

Oh Angelina, you shouldn’t have done that.

Lying to me is something I never forgive that easily.