Moving away from the tattooed face man, I grinned again. This time not nervous, but scared for my life. My eye kept looking around for anything that would help me; anything at all including me staring at where the sun doesn’t shine, you won’t blame me, I just want to escape even if I spend some time imagining how big and long it would be.
When I felt he was no longer looking at my face, I inhaled deeply and dashed toward the door. Before I could get to the door, I felt his tight grip on my hair, yanking it back with so much strength that I felt it would uproot. I wanted to fight him off, to just scream and escape but nothing happened. I was paralyzed with fear that I felt myself become so light. More fear engulfs me when I felt the man’s warm palm holding my jaw tight for a few seconds before letting me go.
"Where is it?" His cold voice asked, "Where is the ring you piccolo ladro!" {Tiny thief}
What!
Did he just call me a tiny thief in Italian? I can't remember stealing from him, I swear I haven't seen his face in all my stay in Italy unless....did I miss his face too?
"Don't act lost, ragazza" he yanked me to his face "Where is my fvcking ring?" {Girl}
Raising his other hand again, I gasped loudly as I got a sight of his face. It's him, the guy I stole the ring from that sluggish man, and his funeral attendance friends. Am I going to die? Nah, that’s too much to worry about now. It could just be that he needs something else or ….what else am I going to say
Now yanking me out, he threw me to the back seat of the white car I saw earlier before I could say anything. Turning to run away through the second door, I froze.
"Gun?" I asked unsurely.
I can feel it! A freaking gun pressed to my head and...Is that a....nothing? His face just looks flat and I can tell that he is the kind of person that would kill you and still eat your flesh.
"Do you want to bring out my ring or I blow up your Fvcking brain?"
"I don't have your ring" I managed to say shaking.
In no time, tears began to flow down my eyes.
"Please don't kill me, I don't have your ring" I cried.
How do I tell him I had the ring in my mouth and when he yanked my hair, I swallowed it!
Terrified, I flashed him a toothy grin. Honestly, I knew that wasn't the best thing to do but what else could I have done? Watch him still press the gun to my head without saying my last words before I die.
The car seem comfortable, and I can vouch that it was the most comfortable place I had ever been. Moreover, no man has ever opened a door for me until now and it's my first time entering a fancy car like this.
Maybe I just like it here.
"Where is it...?"
"Amara" I mumbled.
The sluggish man scoffed.
That doesn't look like he approved of me talking or did I do something bad aside from stealing and swallowing an expensive ring? Not bad though, or maybe not.'I think my stomach is rich!'
"Have I seen you before in my life?" I asked, trying to lie.Frankly, I wished I haven't at all in my life. My heart race as I imagine all sorts of misfortunes that would befall me today. Even if, he could have just let it slide because he looked like someone that can.
If it were to be judged, I would have let it pass since I wasn't planning on stealing from him again today. I didn't touch him, I can vouch he touched me first so what would he be tormenting me over a ring I might have sold if not for my good imposes.
Oh shit!
I said it! I knew stealing would be my end but I never listened to my dumb self!My eyes were wide open as I sucked in my lower lip. My gaze slowly moved away from the man to the second person seating in the front seat of the car. He was dressed in a black suit and matching black gloves. His neck was covered in odd-looking tattoos same as half of his face. Through the front mirror, I stared at the man's blank expression through the mirror and trembled. Scared, I wondered if he was human until he slightly moved.
Frankly, the man looks like a statue. Blonde hair, perfect face, no smile just like the sluggish man and….they somehow look alike just different colors of hair. The sluggish man’s hair seems jet black while his ….should I call him a clone or …twin? Well, they were not going to kill me now at least, if they want to, they would have done something since.Pffffff! What a huge relief.
My eyes drifted to something I had been trying not to look at, a gun. A black short gun with something around the mouth makes the gun a bit longer.
A freaking silencer!
I have seen that much in movies! And what the heck is he moving it as if wanting me to see it properly?
I am done! I am so done!!
I wished I had stopped stealing when I had the chance. I wished I had walked away when I saw the sluggish man or just moved along with the 500$.
Now my body would be thrown out now or maybe later because of a freaking ring I have no idea of its origin.
"Hi?" I said unsure of what else to say in midst of the awkward silence.
"I think you have made a big mistake, Sirs," I said with a scared smile on my face "You know there are lots of girls like me and my hair?" I touched it "It's black and long and it's straight and..."
"I don't give a fuck about what you look like...girl" The sluggish man said calmly.
Damn!
Wasn't he the one yanking the heck out of me to even throw me into this car? Why then does he look so calm to the point of talking extremely sluggish?Yeah! No wonder I named him the sluggish man. Maybe I should be evil to make it perfect.
Evil sluggish man, perfect.
"I see you don't have a 500$ note to distract me with today," The man said "But I bet a bullet in your head would do better".
A bullet in my head? That can't happen again. Not for real.
That was the craziest thing I have ever heard in my life. Worst, the car began to drive at full speed as if being chased. It could be the police had found out about me being kidnapped and for two glorious minutes, I was happy.
The car stopped in an alley and as if we were waiting for someone, we all waited in silence.The driver soon began to talk casually to the sluggish man beside me. As they talked, I learned the driver's name or nickname was Dee. The man beside him was mainly addressed without a name making me wonder if he was nameless. Moreover, they were speaking Italian, making me a bit calm as if I was home. They were ranting in Italian about some random dude named Dickens making me a bit calm until they said something about his five years old child. "È stato divertente vedere il bambino morire dissanguato" The sluggish man seating close to me chuckled dryly. [It was fun to see the baby bleed to death] No way! They didn't just mean watching a five-year-old girl bleed to death in front of her father for fun! That was messed up! Even if the person did something bad, I do not support something like that. Even as I listened to them fall more, I could not help but glare at them and still remain
Driving into a mansion, I took my time to be aware of my surroundings. After Luciano and Dee had finished up with the dead body of the man they killed, they threw me back into the car and drove off. Getting to a desolate area, I thought we were going into another dimension as all I could see were trees, trees, and lots of trees. It was as if we were going into the middle of nowhere when the car suddenly stopped in front of a tent and went off. The men came down the car, totally forgetting about me until they got to the front of the tent and spoke with the person. I was expecting to see someone as evil as the new bass voice sounded only for me to see a handsome man dressed in a pink gown, black trousers, and a pink tiara. His hair seems high in a messy ponytail and he was holding his phone up to his face as if he was or is on a video call. “Don’t tell me it brings your kids to work day again, Luca” Sure that voice belongs to Dee, Luciano would have just
Those assholes still covered my mouth with that duct tape. That is so un-human. I didn't feel anything when I was been thrown into a cell-like room. It was dark, just sounds of dropping water or liquid, and a foul smell. I should be worried about everything but when I remember what I pass through in Italy; in my parent's basement, I shivered. No roaches, no rats, no mosquitoes here. I just lay on the cold floor, thinking about school. I can't get a carryover, but I need rest. Soon, I draft off, sleeping like a newborn. When I say a newborn, I meant I would wake up every twenty minutes to look around and cry for no reason. Then, I would remind myself of how I got myself into this mess and that I have made a deal already so killing me won't be necessary. That also doesn't mean I should sleep and have that evil-looking man point a gun at me. "Stop begging, we won't kill you now" Opening my eyes, I realized I have begged him not to kill me
A whole day! Days? I just don't know. I knelt down for a whole day without food or water. No light, no air, nothing at all. My arms were still chained and I feared that Luciano and his brother might have forgotten about me. It won't be nice to starve here to death still chained. I didn't bother to open my eyes, I just knelt still. What's the point? No light, no air, no water. If I try to shake, I am sure it would not happen; even if it happened, the glass in front of me would mess up my skin. I lost count of the hours already that I felt I have been here for months. What if I just give up? What if I just forget about everything and... I could not tell if it was my imagination but I heard the door unlock. The door soon open and I heard someone walk in. The figure seems huge as the person made pop sound with his shoe. No one needs to tell me, I can already perceive Luciano's perfume. "Let's see what we have here" I didn't say
LUCIANO'S POV Just three days! Three days and I have never had my peace with my twin brother always talking about how useful he thinks Amara is. He would give me lots of reasons why I shouldn't sell her off or just kill her. Dee has been a little obsessed with this thief, that's not a nice surprise. Since Jordan; his male lover's disappearance, there hasn't been anything like this for four years. Frankly, I feel like I should remind him that he is gay. I have never seen him so interested in a woman before. What's most shocking about this girl is her look and the way she has him wrapped around her tiny fingers. For some reason, that hurt me. "Lu Lu" While eating, I occasionally looked up at my plate to him Dee staring at me. I can't tell if it's because he called me using the name I hate the most because of what I am thinking about. "Luciano I was thinking about.." "The girl in the cell?" I asked. Dee shrugged. Dropping his cutleries, he mo
It wasn't too late.I was sure I left her some minutes ago and now she is cold. As I watched Dee bring Amara out of the ceil, she has passed out already. Her feet and palms looked a bit Purple and she looked really pale. Shit! I shouldn't have done it. I know she isn't sent, she is just a random caress thief. Amara didn't know anything about Alita and I should t have punished her for the woman I used to love. Watching Dee walk out of the room after placing her on the bed, I knew I should have given her this room before. There are plenty of rooms in this mansion and I was so stupid checking why she looks so much like Alita isn't of being human for once. 'Damn it!' There was no point in touching her to check if she is still alive, her breast was raised and fell and I can tell that she is alive. Just that it was faint, her lips seem almost white as her eyelid moved a bit. With the way I am seeing her, she isn't going to wake up anytime soon but she
Two days exactly the hours I gave her and she is well, at least looking alive again. Having known that she lost her parents at a tender age and wasn't treated right. From my point of view, I feel she has suffered a lot; why the heck is she now all weak? Seating in my office while I wait for Dee to arrive with the doctor, I watched Amara. The number 3 seems good on her, especially when she is the third female that has come into my to make a difference. Although, it's still early but I know that feeling when it happens. I know something different is going to happen when I haven't been able to kill her or hurt her since without feeling guilty. The room I kept her seem calm for her, the peaceful Orange color she would like. Not sure but I know women that hate pink like orange or Black. At least the camera installed in the room can't be so blank, it decide to show me a sad look girl who had done me no evil. Frankly, she did nothing because the ring she st
Dee smiled. He stared me dead in the eyes and shrugged. Well, I was expecting him to say something, like the reason he doesn't like talking about his sexuality but he didn't. Heading to the door, I pulled the handle and waited. "You are not saying anything?" I asked. I want it to look as if we both make the agreement when naturally, I make the orders alone. Just like when Dee asked for permission to run the tax collections for a city in Italy. He should have asked for a different one but he chose Naples. That's one of my biggest centers and I am not going to let him take over. Obviously, we would be enemies if I let him in. "Say something, Dee. Stop looking like a. . fish?" I asked unsurely. The look on Dee's face wasn't what I expected. It was like he was trying not to look as if he hate me, or not wanting to act pissed. "You want me to send her off?" "No, we need her," Dee said. That was too quick as if he was panicking or has