Page 38 of War Within
Listen, I have to keep my voice down and I’m in a hurry. This is getting too weird. I need you to get me out of here.
Is this about the son and father?
Huffing, I groaned.I’m starting to get angry being around these people. The daughter is on my last nerve. If you want me to do something more, I’ll be happy to make him sick or something. Just tell me what to do. He won’t leave me alone.
Giovanni or Marco?
Giovanni!I said his name louder than I should have. I adjusted my volume.I actually think Marco is cool. I just want this to end immediately. I can get you all the money really soon. I almost have access to the big account you’ve been waiting on.
What’s taking so long then?
All these people do is eat, and talk. Fucking Italians. I’m going to get fat.
He sighed audibly.Okay, okay. Give me a few days. Let’s not talk for three. I’ll be in touch.
The call dropped. Rolling my eyes., I groaned, shoving my phone back into my bag furiously. I threw the door open, stomping to the sink, scrubbing my hands. For once all night, I noticed my reflection. Something in me was changing. Leaning up, I straightened the stray hairs, noticing the darkness under my eyes.
“Ahem!”
“Oh God!” I spun sideways, seeing a woman in all black, glaring with her arms crossed over her stomach. “Oh, I'm sorry I can move.”
“Oh, this was just too easy.” She snorted, grabbing the pressure point on my wrist.
I tried my best to jerk away, but she was stronger. “Who are you?! Ouch!”
“You're going to do exactly as I say and if you scream, I will kill that precious girl out there after I kill you.”
I attempted to retract my hand again. “Jokes on you, I don’t even like her! And, Emir, the guy, won’t let you hurt anyone. He’s my bodyguard.”
She giggled, placing a handcuff on me, snuggly. “Oh darling. He is too busy out there sucking face with that little slut. You’re in no position to tell me shit.”
She was starting to worry me. Who was she and why was she pulling me toward the exit? Did she think I was on Giovanni’s side? Was she on his side?
When we reached the exit, she leaned close to my ear. “Now, we’re going to quietly sneak out. You will do everything I tell you.” It was then, I realized she was American.
“Wait!” I hissed. “I don’t even like Giovanni!”
“Don Giovanni?” She snorted. “Oh honey, neither do I, but I go where the money is. And you’re worth a paid vacation, and some fine ass men with ginormous cocks feeding me grapes and fanning my bikinied ass on a white sandy beach. Someone must really want your skin.”
Undisclosed Location: Serbia
Where am I?The surface beneath me was cold, hard, and damp. A twinge of mildew and cigarettes wafted through the air. Unbearable agony radiated through my entire body. I did not recall getting hurt, but it felt as if I had been tortured for months.
Why was I shivering?My clothes!I was wearing only my bra and panties. Still, it was nighttime in the Serbian mountains if that’s where I still was. It was closed to wintertime, and I was freezing.
Had Giovanni set me up? If only I could see the other people gathered around me. Cracking my eyes open just enough to peek behind me, I saw two familiar faces. The last thing I remembered was being shoved in the trunk of the car by the two people closest to me.
I had eaten dinner not long before we went to the mall. Why was I starving suddenly? My lips felt chapped as the dried blood crumpled the delicate skin. Thirst soon overcame me, realizing my throat felt shriveled, as if I had been trapped in a desert with no water in the summer.
My eyes closed. I laid curled on the floor, taking sluggish, thin breaths as the people around me discussed. I tried hard to focus on the words as my consciousness sharpened. I listened intently, never letting them know I was vaguely aware.
“Only two minions huh?” The girl who kidnapped me in the mall bathroom taunted the men in front of me.
“Oh, we're surrounded!” A man’s annoying tone pierced my ears. He spoke louder than necessary. “The rest are outside. I have to admit, I’m impressed. These idiots couldn’t do shit, except my boy, Carmine here.”
Carmine? Carmine. Oh! Carmine!The man from Giovanni’s office? He was a part of this?! I wanted so badly to jump up, punching him.
“Give us the money so we can go.” I recognized that voice. If my memory was correct, he was outside waiting for us when we exited the mall. He was the one who shoved me in the trunk.
