I never thought I would be one to travel a great deal but I had been all around Europe this past year. Now, I was staying at a hotel in Amsterdam. On my way to get coffee, I noticed a man following me. He was dressed well and reminded me of a how the Italian`s dressed, very sharp and expensive.
I remained in the crowds trying to lose my tail and I worked my way back to my hotel room. I thought I was safe in my hotel but my hands were grabbed and tied behind me as I opened my suitcase. I was pulled over my stalkers shoulder and eventually placed in the back seat of a car.
” Sit back, Natasha, relax. I would never hurt you,” my kidnapper reasoned.
” Then why would you kidnap me?” I yelled at the stranger.
” Mama says I need a wife and I want a pretty Canadian wife. I have lots of money. Plus, look at me? I’m hot you are lucky to have me for a husband.”
I tried the locks on the doors.” I want to go back to my hotel now. I have a fiance, I don’t need a husband.” I lied.
The man laughed at me and reached back to pat my arm. “I will make you forget about him.”
” I don’t want to be your wife!” I scream.
The man shrugged. ” My Mama and I picked you out in Florence. You helped a little boy find his lost parents and Mama said ‘She’s your wife.’ Mama is never wrong.”
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