A peeping thomasina

As she stood there in a daze for what seems like ages, Miguel Rodriguez snapped his fingers to her face, "Hey are you in trance? Or you forgot your lines" 
Bella snapped to reality indeed and it seems she does forget her lines, rolling her eyes, a particular bird she once saw in a magazine stuck her brain, the lady smiled sneakily, "Why forgetting lines when I'm not an actress? So the bird I was capturing was a Petro... Petrodact, nesting in between the mahogany beside your cabin. Very rare.” 
Bella had trouble remembering whatever the name of the name of the bird was and that's why she stuttered. She prayed there was a bird up there. Any bird, or something that even remotely resembled a nest.
“Is that right?” He lifted his gaze to the thick grove of trees and stared. “Petro whatever huh?”
“Petrodact,” she hissed through clenched teeth, angered that the punk was still thesame just as he was when she first met him, always asking silly questions, “Now get off me" she shrieked. 
The weight of his body matched the heavy gaze he dropped back down to her. The lines on his face were hard, angular, like his body, and the intensity of his narrowed gaze made her breath hitch.
Miguel Rodriguez wanted to believe that this woman indeed came to catch a bird for real but some other part of his his mind was saying otherwise, she was clearly watching him and he was sure she was sent by one of the many enemies he had. 
He shook his head slowly. "Wether it's truth or not blonde, we have To do this the hard way and you have no choice.”
She didn’t know what he meant by this, but she had no intention of doing anything with this jerk now that she was on a real mission different from what she was sent by her dad. 
She let her body go slack and turned her head away, as if she were acquiescing to him.
“All right.” She dragged in a shuddering, pathetic breath. “I guess we’ll do it—” her knee came up hard and fast and right on target “—the hard way.”
Miguel sucked in his breath as the first blast of pain ripped through the lower half of his body. Stars exploded in front of his eyes as a wave of nausea washed over him. Her voice had sounded so weak and frightened that he’d let his guard down for one, sympathetic moment. A moment he was now paying for dearly. He never expected her to be this strong.
“Now get off me!,” he heard her yell through through the sea of agony he was drowning in. Damn!! Miguel Rodriguez felt like slapping her so hard for these words.
He’d collapsed on top of her, and she shoved furiously at his chest. Even if he’d wanted to, he hadn’t the strength to move. He’d been annoyed before, but now he was downright mad. She was definitely going to pay for this, and so was whoever that sent her. Big-time.
He gulped in a deep lungful of air, swore heatedly on the exhale. Her clawed fingers were plowing toward his face when he caught her wrists just in time. Using one hand, he pinned her hands over her head again. With his other hand he reached behind him and pulled out the rope he’d tucked into the waistband of his jeans before he’d left the cabin.
"I guess you never know I was once a Mafia Boss. Now that you came here willingly, I don't have choice than to do this. Sorry"
Bella's eyes widened at the sight of the rope, and for the first time, Miguel saw fear there. He’d been careful not to hurt her before, but that was before she unleased her crazy woman trait. 
He wasn’t taking any more chances with this one like he did with Bella Trump who abandoned him for her family. 
“I have the more toxic and wicked ones under my leech immediately, so don't blame me" Miguel said as he had her hands wrapped and tied in two seconds, then moved to her kicking feet. Two more seconds and they were bound, as well. “I once rule Agatha!.”
Bella's eyes blazed in fear. Now talking of Agatha, how much she had missed hearing him praise himself so much. With another loud crack of thunder, the sky opened up on them with a sizzling rain. 
The cattails bowed under the driving force of the hot rain; the lake turned gray and frothy. Lifting his head, Miguel mumble some words Bella couldn't make out.
Dammit, dammit, dammit. Was all Bella kept muttering.
Miguel didn't care about her tribulations, he wiped the rain drops from his face and stared back at Bella. 
"I have dealt with a more crazier woman than you. So don't panic baby girl, you'll be fine" He smirked as he cohort. 
Hearing this, Bella kicked his knee with her boot, "Damn you jerk!"
When the heel of her boot caught his knee Miguel grunted sharply, "Bitch did you have a death wish?" 
Bella smirked, "I'm the only one who's allowed to annoy you like this" she said under her breath. 
Miguel thought of dumping her into the lake, then swore again as he bent and flung her over his shoulder. "Damn you"
She gave a loud ommph, and he was momentarily blessed with her silence while she gasped for breath.
Her wiggling body was slender but firm under her overalls, her legs long and powerful. Everything about her just reminds him of that woman Bella Trump.
But the Bella Trump he was carrying now had a different face and different hair color. She was more slender but the voice and fierceness is never replaced. 
“I believe you would understand how fierce I could be blonde?" Miguel says as he quickly scooped up her backpack before she could knee him again. “If I left you out here, you’d either be roasted to death or be beaten to death"
Bella scoffed as she imagined how much of a talkative he could be. The typical Miguel Rodriguez who talks alot. 
Lightning speared a tree fifty feet away, exploding a huge branch. Bella miraculously ceased struggling. The air crackled with electricity and the scent of burned wood.
“Would you quit jamtalks and get us inside?” she yelled over the storm and kicked him, only this time he knew it was to hurry him up. 
Annoyed, but just as eager as she was to get out of the storm, he ran back around the lake, bouncing her the entire way. It wasn’t an easy ride, but it was a fast one.
They were both soaking wet by the time he kicked the cabin door shut behind him. He dumped Bella unceremoniously on the hardwood floor in front of the unlit rock fireplace and stood over her. With her ponytail plastered to her head and her drenched overalls, Bella's teeth gritted. 
He glared at her. She glared right back.
“Untie me,” she demanded.