I am at a lost of words with a deep sense of disappointment and frustration as I drive through the familiar streets towards my house. The days events leaving their fiery drives - anger, resentment, and a desperate desire to make things right when I notice the three cars trailing me. Their occupants, dressed inconspicuously in jeans and colorful dress shirts. They have been following me for some time and I presumed that they were some of Manfredio's men at first, but now I was starting to wonder when I turn into my street, the roar of engines surrounding me and before I am able to push down on the gas the car is boxed in.Instinctively, my fight-or-flight response kick in. My heart racing, adrenaline surging through my veins, and I prepare to defend himself against the unknown threat when I step out of my car and face the three vehicles head-on, but first I hit the call button hoping that Achille picks up and is able to hear what was happening. "Who are you?" I shout, my voice loaded wi
Just as soon as I thought it couldn't get worse than my bloodied and bruised aching body that stabbed me with each breath, my mind swirl with a mix of pain and confusion, unable to comprehend what my eyes make me see. The situation becoming even more dreadful. It has been years since I last saw her. I shut my eyes opening them again stop my mind from playing tricks ons me. This is not the time to start hallusinating, but she doesn't go away... The woman that stand before me, the woman I once knew and loved. The room was silent, except for my labored breathing, she doesn't say anything, she walks deeper into the room, silently and slowly taking each stride. Her green eyes filled with rage, sadness, and a strange longing. She has aged gracefully, her face lined with the pain she endured over the years, the same pain that is twisting her expression now. She stop a few feet away from me, her eyes locking onto my battered face."Surprised to see me?"." She questions her tone laced with raw
"Ben!" Mia's voice rip me from my slumber and there she was standing in front of me dressed in one of her summer dresses, her hair falling over her shoulders in waves to her perfect waist. My Mia, the angel that saved me from myself and gave me everything that I didn't even know I needed. "What are you waiting for?" She smiles her lips strecthing accros her flawless face. "Come on." She moves her arm in a calling manner and without any hesitation I try to stand up, but my arms and legs doesn't let me move. I am still tied to the fucking chair and when I look back up she is gone. Dissappeared into thin air. "What are you looking at?" My tormentor spit just before he slam his face into the side of my ribs and the crackling sound of one of my ribs breaking pears through the air. "I bet that hurt." His laughter echoes of the walls. "I am going to ask you this one last time and if you do not answer me honestly then I will have to start getting creative." He promise. "Where do you keep the
"If getting my attention is the main focus of this excercise then you have made your point. You have my undevided fucking attention." I declare helplessly and tired of the constant taste of iron covering the inside of my mouth. As long as I am bound to this chair, I am not searching for Mia, which means that Achille and my whole fucking security team is now deviding their attention between searching for Mia and searching for me. And if there is anything worse than me getting beaten the shit out, it is me knowing that Mia is still out there somewhere, alone, unresponsible and hurting. "That is what you say, Graz, but you forget that I know you and that is exactly why I know for a fact that I do not have your full attention." She drag her forefinger from my shoulder, over my chest and up my collarbone towards my other shoulder. "Who has ownership of your thoughts?" "My business is on hold while everyone that is suppose to run it is now out there wasting prescious time looking for me."
"Ben?" The hurt in Mia's voice were clear, unable to miss as she catches me by surprize, causing me to freeze in disbelief. What the fuck was she doing here? I lift my head to face her and the time seem to stand still as our eyes lock. Feelings of anger making theri way through to the surface and confusion clouding my mind as I move my gaze to Clarisse who stares at her and then at me. was this a mere coincidence or something more? "Are you okay?" Mia darts towards me, but the two men at her sides quickly make work of grabbing her by her arms, pulling her back into their hold. "Let go of me!" She shouts, anxiously. "Let go!" She cries, her body pulling and kicking harshly as she fight their hold on her. "I am fine." I assure her. "Just a little bruised." I nod trying to convince her. "Just as I tought." Clarisse shake her head beside me. "I knew I cannot trust you." She spew nodding her head to the other men surrounding us and immediately they head towards me. I wanted to fight them,
Even tough the room was barely lit in the very musty and abandoned place I knew that we needed to get out of here, because they were planning on killing us anyway and we couldn't just let them kill us without atleast putting up a good fight and the time have come for us to devise good a plan to escape the clutches of this desolate place. We couldn't wait any longer, as each passing minute brought us closer to death. I have had the opportunity to explore the nooks and crannies of the warehouse, mapping out every possible exit and potential obstacles earlier on when I was making my way out of here with Clarisse, but my determination to protect Mia is much more fierce and I needed to do it right this time. No, surprises! "Mia." I whisper under my breath, while I assesses my surroundings from wherw I hang tide to a beam. My scroll over the beam noticing a sharp screw like object on the back side of the beam, not to far away from me, but I was going to get closer to it for me to free my han
I flick the light switch on when I enter the lonely and empty kitchen, but quickly filling it with tension and worry. Adding my brother to the mix as he follows me inside. My arm is drenched with a blood from where the knife met my skin and apparently my visible pain. "Just sit down for a moment and calm down, brother. Your ribs are obviously killing you when you move too much and, pacing up and down isn't helping you or her." Achille tries to force me to relax, I guess, but how was I suppose to when my mind is consumed by concern for Mia."I can't just sit here, Achille! She could be seriously hurt. I need to know she's okay." I continue to walk up and down the length of the kitchen."Ben, listen to me." He grab me by my shoulders making me twitch as the pain stab through my arm, but he doesn't withdraw his touch. "I know, but you are injured too and you need to take a breath. Worrying like this won't help either of you. Let the doctor check Mia first, then we'll know the extent of he
I wake up to the sound of rain gently tapping against the bedroom window as I stretch and yawn, before turning to my side only to find Mia still peacefully asleep blnext to me and I couldn't help the smile forming on my face as I admire her relaxed expression. Due to the gloomy weather I think that it will be the perfect day to stay indoors, in bed, and just enjoy each other's company. I gently brush Mia's hair away from her face, planting a soft kiss on her forehead before getting out of bed and head to the kitchen to make us some coffee."Ciao." A happy Madelaine answers the phone after two rings."Good morning to you too, figlia." A genuine smile cover my face while I through some sugar into a mug. I haven't spoken to Madelaine in a while and I just wanted to know if she was doing okay. "How are you doing?""I am great! I made so many friends and I am killing it in my classes, if I do as so myself." She giggles. This was exactly what I needed. "How are you doing? Still saving the w