Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen
Elizabeth’s POV
“Okay. Don’t panic. You just slept with and blindly followed a stranger with two guns and a whole lot of cash. No big deal. All you gotta do is leave before he comes back, whenever that would be. Find someone with a phone. Call the cops. Go back home where people want to kill you.” I ran my fingers through my hair. Okay, so my pep talk wasn’t working.
What happened to my life?
I was starting to feel guilty for ever complaining about my boring existence. I never expected that the hottest man I had ever seen would kidnap me and turn my life into a Hollywood action film!
I heard feet shuffling up to the front door through the thin walls.
Oh my God. What if it’s not Zen? Or what if it is? I thought I could trust him, but I just deduced that he’s been lying to me since the beginning. What if he’s planning on taking me somewhere more remote to torture me or something? What if it was all a set up? Is he really safe? He did abandon me here. What if he left and called someone else to take me out?
My imagination was going a mile a minute, and I couldn’t think straight. All I knew was that whoever was about to come in could not be trusted. The police would’ve announced themselves, so I could be sure it wasn’t them.
I grabbed the black pistol from the bag, choking back the bile that threatened to come up. I really hated guns. Tom had tried to teach me how to wield one, for safety purposes, but I could never get past the whole “don’t aim it at anyone you aren’t willing to kill and don’t forget the safety” bit. Speaking of, I popped the safety behind the trigger.
When the handle began to turn, I held it out in front of me. Maybe if I aimed at chest level I wouldn’t miss. My arms were rigid and shaking. I really had no clue what I was doing.
The door finally creaked open, and I saw familiar raven hair sneaking through. I gulped. This was happening. I was pointing a gun at Zen.
He looked up at me with those gorgeous seafoam eyes, seemingly unsurprised with my actions.
“Prin- Elizabeth.” He spoke calmly and smoothly. My grip tightened on the gun. He raised both of his hands in front of him. That’s when I noticed the two shopping bags draped on his forearm. “I’m going to close the door and set these down, okay?”
His eyes never left mine. I urged myself not to cry. I wanted so desperately to trust him, but nothing made sense with him. I couldn’t keep following this twisted fairy tale love story. He was using me, I just didn’t know how or why. I nodded my answer, unable to speak with the lump forming in my throat. He slid the bags to the floor and kicked the door shut behind him, all while keeping his hands up and his eyes on me. It made me feel better that he seemed to be taking me seriously. Then again, who wouldn’t when someone was pointing a gun at them?
“Call the cops.” I managed to choke out, barely loud enough to be heard. He shook his head slowly.
“I can’t do that, Princess.” I took a threatening step closer to him, causing him to flinch. “I don’t have a phone. I broke it. Besides, the cops can’t help you.” My eyes widened. What did he mean the cops couldn’t help me? Was he threatening me?
“Who are you?” My simple question seemed to start a war inside him. I could see his eyes wavering, as if he was having an inner debate over what to tell me. “No lies.” I added as encouragement. He sighed, dropping his shoulders slightly.
“My name is Zen..” He started. I took another step towards him, aiming the gun at his heart.
“I said no lies!”
“It’s not a lie, sweetheart. I swear. My name is Zen. Though you weren’t supposed to know that. I was supposed to give you a fake name in the park, but I fucked up.” His eyes were pleading and he seemed sincere. I lowered my shoulders slightly. That was a big mistake. Seeing me relax he moved quick, disarming me with ease, before sweeping my feet out from under me, kicking the gun across the room, and pinning me to the floor. He sat straddling my torso, keeping my legs locked with his own and my wrists above my head. He didn’t even look like he broke a sweat. If I wasn’t so scared, I probably would’ve cried.
“Please, don’t hurt me.” I begged, struggling against his grasp in vain. I didn’t want to die on this movie theater carpet in some random motel room. He was just too strong to fight.
“Princess, calm down. I’m not going to hurt you. I’ll answer your questions, just not with a fucking gun pointed at me.” His eyes searched mine with intensity. I contemplated what I should do. I knew I couldn’t beat him physically, so I had no choice but to listen to what he had to say. I just wished we could talk without him on top of me. It was incredibly distracting. I honestly couldn’t trust my judgement with him.
Zen had disarmed me, now both literally and figuratively.