Elena;
I felt something cold brush over my neck, in slow motion, moving down my chest, and I flinched.
Blinking my eyes open, they widened as a pair of light blue ones locked with mine, a few inches close.
A sharp gasp escaped my lips, as I felt something press between my breasts, and as I looked down, I discovered it was a gun, held in strong masculine hands.
“What… what are you doing?” I made to move away, from him but discovered my hands were tied to the ends of a metal chair. My legs as well, hindered me from making a move.
My widened eyes glanced over the room, not recognizing it one bit. It looked like a garage or a storage room of some sort, quite different from the room where I woke up, earlier.
Or, was it my imagination?
I could recognize the man standing before me, with a gun pressed to my chest.
“You tricked me!?” I asked, Incredulously, suddenly feeling sorry for myself for trusting a total stranger.
The corners of his lips curled up in a smile, and he huffed, as he pulled back, “You weren’t exactly brilliant. You fell right into it, love.”
Relieved that he was no longer pointing the gun at me, I tugged at the ropes, willing the binds to get off, but they were just so tight, “What do you want from me? Why am I here?”
His eyes crinkled, and he tilted his head to the side like he was thinking of an answer to my question, “Let’s just say, you are the perfect asset I need, to achieve my aims.”
My brows furrowed, as I wondered what he meant by that. There was something oddly dangerous about him. Was he one of Angelo’s men? Or…
A fearful gasp escaped my lips, and I stuttered, “Are you… I… I only did as instructed. I know nothing about any of this. You have to let me go.”
He was pacing around, walking in slow steps around me, as he stroked the barrel of the gun in his hands.
If he was part of the gang that I was sent to distract their boss, last night, then I was in, for a whole lot of trouble.
“And that is where you’re wrong, sweetie. So wrong…” He muttered.
He kept walking in slow circles around me, my heart beating erratically in my chest, with each step he took.
My breathing came out in harsh gasps, and as I stared down at the ropes holding me in place, I began to think of the odds of getting out of this place, in one piece.
His footsteps ceased, and I froze. Until I felt hands brush over my hair from the back. His warm breath stroking neck.
“I have imagined a whole lot of ways to have fun with you. Maybe I should wait till he gets here, so he can watch me, while I have my fun. How is that for a plan, love?”
“What…. what do you mean?” I whispered, leaning slightly away from him… his disgusting touches.
A loud bang was suddenly heard, and I froze. I heard yelling, which seemed to be coming from right out the door.
Just as suddenly, they turned to gunshots, and my heart almost leaped out of my chest.
He chuckled, his voice becoming lighter, “Might be our prince charming. I knew he wouldn’t hesitate to come save you.”
Prince charming? What was he talking about?
“Let me go, please. What.. what are you talking about? Just let me go.”
“Or maybe I should just kill you before he gets here? That sounds better.” He thought aloud.
My head was reeling from all he was saying, unable to understand a single word. Who was he talking about?
I didn’t think I had anyone who could save me at this point. My father, who had brought me into this mess, wouldn’t even notice my disappearance. I was sure he was probably on an island, living his best life.
I don’t have any relatives, nor family, who knows anything about me, so who was he talking about?
The gunshots increased by the minute, and I was getting agitated. He came closer, and he crouched low, “Any moment now, love.”
His hands stretched forward, and I flinched, as the tip of the gun in his hands, traced the lines of my cheeks.
Again, his eyes flickered to my lips, and he traced the gun on it, parting it open slightly, “I wonder what it is about you, that got him so enamored. Were you able to satisfy him, love?”
Rage filled me, as I snapped my head to the side. But just then, it was like a light bulb flickered in my head.
I turned my head slowly to meet his eyes, “Angelo?”
Was he referring to Angelo, earlier? Was he here to save me?
He didn’t respond, but rather, kept tracing a long line down to my chest. Irritation washed through me, as I let him manhandle me.
I felt his hands rest on my bare lap and then began to move up in slow deliberate strokes.
I was still putting on the shirt of the man in the club, and there was absolutely nothing underneath.
I swallowed hard, as I tried to find my voice, “If this is about Angelo… I have nothing to do with him. I was taken against my will. You have to let me go.”
I wasn’t about to get entangled with Mafia wars or whatever.
Besides, I doubt he would come for me. It was getting quieter out there, and I wondered what was going on.
“You don’t have to do this, please. You have to let me go. I don’t wanna have anything to do with all this. I can go far away, I promise. You don’t have to hurt me for his sake.” I implored, my voice shaky with each word.
“And that s where you are quite wrong, my dear,” his hands on my lap stilled for a moment, and in a swift move, I felt the cold barrel of the gun pressed down.. between my thighs.
“Because, darling, keeping you alive is like a slap to my face. I wouldn’t give Angelo that satisfaction.”
My lips trembled, and my heart hammered, at the realization of what he was about to do.
It happened in a blur. One second, there was a gunshot, and everything seemed to fade away, as my eyes widened in pure shock.
Somewhere far in my subconscious, I heard a slam, hard resounding footsteps, and more gunshots.