At his words and tone, she stiffened in her binds. Oh great. Girls in romance novels were usually abducted by gentlemanly criminals. It was just her luck to get taken by an asshole. Not that she'd wanted to be kidnapped in the first place...<br/><br/>Oh, he was so rude!<br/><br/>She started at the snort and the pig sounds had her nails biting into her palms as her body was filled with anger. Jerking away at the feel of him against her neck, she cursed softly. The words grew louder at the pats to the bag covering her face. "You god damn mother fucking son of a bitch, get your hands OFF of me!"<br/><br/>Oh yeah, she could swear like a sailor, courtesy of her rough Italian family. She usually didn't. It just wasn't a very feminine thing to do. But piss her off, and colorful words would swarm the air like crows in a feeding frenzy. She was livid now. It was better than showing how frightened she was.<br/><br/>Pretending she wasn't scared almost witless became harder when he said he wanted her pussy. He was going to<em>rape</em>her. That wasn't completely unexpected, but she had been hopeful that he only intended to ransom her. This man wanted her body, wanted her screams. He would and could take the first, but she'd eat shit before she screamed for him.<br/><br/>Her dad always said she was stubborn. This trip to Europe was an excellent example of her tenacity. She'd wanted to go with friends, he wanted her to travel with family. She had won that particular battle, but it didn't feel much like a victory now.<br/><br/>Her obscured vision made it so easy for him to surprise her, and her mouth flew open to issue a startled scream when her shirt was ripped open. Teeth clamped down into a lip to stop the sound before it even left her mouth. She fought not to flinch at the feel  of a knife pressing  into her skin, though she was helpless to stifle the whimper in her throat. Goose pimples dotted her skin and her nipples hardened at the sudden assault of cooler air against her skin, robbed suddenly of some of the warmth of her shirt and bra. Damn it. Those were expensive too.<br/><br/>"Bastard. My father will find you and kill you. He's in the mob, you know." She had absolutely no idea if that were true or not, but her family's involvement in organized crime was a never ending rumor. Given their rough looks and behavior, plus the almost constant bodyguards that accompanied Alexis, she was convinced it was true. She hoped this brute would be equally convinced.