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    After dinner, he wasn’t done with our night. Next, we were off to see a movie. We had just gotten the tickets and he took my hand sweetly. I blushed profusely. This was all new to me. It was there, right out front of the theatre before we went in to see the movie, that he kissed me. Until that moment, I had never been kissed before. We kissed, and it was gentle and sweet. It was nice, but nothing to write home about. Maybe it was my fault because I didn’t really know what I was doing. Then, as soon as I thought it would deepen, we were pulled away from each other by two overgrown thugs.
    I tried to put up a fight. I clawed at the man who took me, but he was too strong for me. I stopped just long enough to I see them conk Freddy on the head. I tried to scream, but the guy with the scar punched me so hard I fell to the ground. It wasn’t the first time I had been hit that hard. I had to learn to avoid my dad’s fist many times, but hell if that one wasn’t a good one. We were in the vehicle in a matter of seconds. My head was fuzzy and my vision blurry, so I couldn’t tell where they were taking us. I hoped my dad would find us before it was too late. I was willing to suffer his wrath if he could come rescue me. They had taken my cell phone, so I couldn’t call for help as I bounced around the back of the moving van with my hands and feet tied. Freddy had just regained consciousness when the van stopped.
    “I’m scared,” I told him. He shushed me and told me to do whatever they told me to do.
    They carried me into what looked to be an old abandoned building and down into a cellar. It was dark and creepy, and I knew this would not be good. How bad could it be? I didn’t know, but I was about to find out. My fear was so strong I thought I would faint.
    We were both tied to chairs about five feet from each other. The one with the scar, who obviously was the leader, started to choke Freddy and ask him what he did with his money. Freddy kept telling him he made the drop, but he wouldn’t listen.
    “I swear, Enzo, I made the drop. I did,” he pleaded.
    “Bullshit, Grimes. You fucked up one too many times,” that Enzo character said. He continued to beat on Freddy.  Once he was done, he came up to me. “Cara, I am going to enjoy you. I know Luciano has his eye on you, but I am going to taste you first.”
    I’d immediately turned to look at the other man in the room, assuming he was Luciano. He was a pudgy, balding, older thug. Enzo started to tear at my clothes. I was saved by the bell when his phone went off.
    The way he was gesturing on the phone, I could tell he was pissed. I couldn’t make out what he was saying because it was in a different language. From what I could tell, it was probably Italian. Great…Freddy got us involved with the mob.
    Then it dawned on me; Luciano as in Luciano Rossi, the main guy in this area. Rumors were he was ruthless and heartless. Women fell over each other just to get a glimpse of the man everyone wanted. He was tall, dark, and gorgeous. I never actually saw him before, but I’d heard about him. So obviously the short Tony Soprano-looking-ass in the corner wasn’t him.
    Once he got off the phone, he grabbed my arms tightly as he bent down and looked me in the eyes. “Luciano is on his way here. Damn it. Our rendezvous will have to wait, Miss McLaren,” he finished in a whisper. Wanting to get his fill before Rossi arrived, he squeezed my breast roughly, and I wanted to cry out with pain and fear, but I held it in. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.
    “I’ll have you, Amber. Luciano won’t be able to stop me.” His words chilled me to the bone. It almost seemed like a competition, a rivalry more like it. This Luciano wanted me for himself. Was this thing their norm? They kidnap women and rape them? I braced myself for what was to come. I just wanted to live. I was too young to die. Being violated would be awful, but that can