Page 19 of Pushed Through The Dark
America. . . He brought me to America.
I was a sea away from home now. There was no chance of me ever escaping.
Shaking my head no, the car started to move, and I turned my attention back to the window.
"No—I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Virgo didn't travel much after. . ." His voice faded as he dug his hands into his knees and cleared his throat.
"After what?" I asked.
"Nothing, forget it. We'll be home in about twenty minutes." He pulled out his phone and started flipping his finger across the screen.
"After what?" I asked again, suddenly curious about the man who tore me from my life and bound me to a world I never asked for.
"I said forget it," Koa snapped, darting his eyes up to mine. His voice was firm. I wasn't going to get an answer, I knew that instantly.
Sitting in silence, I watched the trees pass by as we drove to his place. He kept calling it home like this was my home too, but that would never be true. My home was in Italy, not here in this foreign land.
The vehicle pulled off the road, stopping at a large iron gate. The metal was thick, like prison bars, but with a deceiving swirling and swooping design in the center. The gate pulled back slowly and we headed up a long, winding driveway. We were surrounded by trees, thick, dense trees, and I couldn't see any other houses.
The trees suddenly opened up to a sprawling mansion. There was a fountain in the center of the driveway that circled up to the front. Tall pillars ran across the front of the house, and giant glass windows were spaced equally between the pillars.
Beautiful gardens of pink and white flowers lined under the windows and two gargoyles protected the entrance. The double doors looked like they came from a castle in Ireland, they were deep mahogany with thick, black iron hinges.
It's like nothing I had ever seen before.
The SUV pulled around the backside of the driveway and came to a stop. Koa looked up from his phone and smiled.
"Welcome home, little minx." The driver opened his door, and he climbed out, then he waved his hand for me to follow. "Come, I've got a lot to show you."
I sat still, in awe over his home, and afraid to enter it. I didn't want to leave the safety of the vehicle and put myself in his hands. My eyes moved to the driver who was still holding the door open, but he wasn't paying any attention to me at all. It was as if I didn't exist.
Glancing around side to side, I twisted to see what was behind us. Koa chuckled, a low, evil chuckle as he stroked his jaw.
"I know what you're thinking and it'll never work. There are cameras everywhere. If you run, I'll find you. I'll find you before you even know where you are. Don't waste what little energy you have left on wishful thinking."
"You don't know shit," I growled, "You don't know me."
"I know what I see, and I know what I saw when you tried to run before. You'd never survive one night out there without help. Don't be stupid, minx, it's a death sentence."
Gritting my teeth, I dug my nails into the seat and yelled, "What about you?! Are you going to just let him do this to me? Help me! Help me!"
The driver didn't move, he didn't flinch, he didn't even make a sound. His eyes stared straight ahead as if I was invisible.
"He's not going to help you, so scream all you want. His loyalty lies with me."
"Fuck you!" I screamed, leaning over and spitting at Koa. "Fuck you!"
His lips folded down, and I watched his hands clench at his sides. Lunging forward, he threw his hand out and grabbed my wrist before I even had time to register what he was doing.
Yanking me out of the car, he held me tight. "Enough," he barked, baring his teeth. "Have I hurt you at all?" he asked his jaw crooking to one side. "Have I done anything to disrespect you?"
Peering up at him, I didn't answer. But my mind twirled with insults.
Asshole!
Bastard!
You bought me! How is that not disrespectful?
