Chapter 131

Bellatrix was fuming. Twice! She'd been thrown over a man's shoulder, into a car and taken against her own will for two damn times, next to a male who was ignoring her, scrolling on his tablet like whatever was in there was more important than the fact that he kidnapped her, again! No, scratch that, Bellatrix wasn't fuming, she was radiating the urge to choke Cillian to death. But that would mean touching him. And she wasn't about to make such a stupid move. So, instead of committing murder, Bellatrix settled for a death glare, directed at the male sitting opposite her. She stared, her gaze burning a hole in his head, but the bastard didn't even look up. He didn't give her any reaction at all. "Stop the car, I'm getting out." "I can't do that, Bellatrix," Cillian responded calmly, like he wasn't fazed by the glare being thrown his way, nor the icy tone he was being spoken with. "I'm doing this," he paused and recollected his words. "This is for your own good. A lot of elites are going