She rubbed her temple and turned to stare at the house. She clutched the gun tightly in her hand and braced herself, inhaling softly. She moved forward determined to destroy them.
She entered the house from the back door. The kitchen was near it. She looked left and then right. When she found no one. She stepped into the kitchen. She pressed the hidden button behind the double-door refrigerator. She looked over her shoulder. The secret door wide opened. She heard a squeal.
"Thank God! It's you, ma'am." Lucy almost shouted in relief.
" Shhh… " She shushed her while frowning at her. "All the staff members are here?" She asked slowly as she didn't want to attract them before her staff walked out of here, safely.
"No, ma'am. Avni is missing." She whispered.
"She's safe and out of here. " She scrunched her lips.
Lucy smiled and clapped her both hands together looking relieved that her friend was out of danger.
She gave her a cold look for behaving like a child. She could comprehend her relief as she was feeling relaxed. She knew that Sas was safe away from here.
"Sorry, ma'am." A smile faded from Lucy's face.
"Now, listen. I need two people who can drive." She asked them. Her eyes were on the kitchen door, grasping the gun ready to shoot.
"I and Liz can drive." Lucy said, muttering this time.
Liz came from behind standing in front of her, looking terrified like others
"Good, Now follow me. Remove your heels. Nobody will make any noise. If anyone did. I'll shoot you before those scoundrels reach us. " She snapped, glaring at them.
All eyes widened because she was damn serious about it. She had already killed two people right after she woke up. She didn't wanna kill another one. She hid behind the wall of the kitchen and searched for any sign of a stranger walking freely. The hall was empty. She blew out a slow breath she was holding. It would earn her time to walk them out safely.
She looked back at them and gestured with her hand to follow her. She stopped near the door again to recheck. When she was certain of no one's presence. She nodded.
She ran toward the table on her toes not to make any noise. She picked up the SUV's keys. Unfortunately, there was only one. She was hoping that it could manage eight slim girls and loving bulky old - Maria. Something suddenly stuck in her brain.
She snapped her gaze at them. She couldn't see Maria in the group. She rushed back, grasping it tight. " Where is Maria? " She asked, frowning.
"We could not reach her room to wake her up, ma'am. She was sick last night." Lucy sadly said.
"Crap!" She hit her palm on her forehead.
They must have gotten her, she thought.
She looked upstairs to where her room was. Maria was working in this house before she was not even part of this house and family. They were cruel people. They could kill her. She couldn't expect Maria to leave here alone to get tortured by the cruel people as she was in her fifty.
"Sorry, ma'am," Liz said, sadly.
She glared at her. It wasn't her fault. " Take the keys, Lucy. Drive away from here. Call on my number after getting away from this place. You'll know where to go." She instructed her.
She was next to her brother to issue orders. No one dared to say no to her.
Lucy took the keys from her and bowed her head. It was not they who could ask her any question. They were here to take orders and obey. But all were like family to them.
"Be safe, ma'am." Lucy said, watching to and fro in dread.
"Hmm, thanks. Now go." She said, waving her hand at the back door. Their black heels were in their hands and they were careful as they knew if they made a fuss. Their rude lady would shoot them.
She lifted her gun in her hand and guarded their back, ready to pass the bullets through the enemies' bodies.
They moved fast with their feet toward the car. Lucy unlocked it. Hurriedly, They all got in the car. She ignited the engine and glanced at her.
She nodded to leave and the car moved away.
When she saw the car rushing away out of the gate. She got relieved and walked into the house again through the back door.
They must have noticed two cars missing, she thought. It was puzzling her. Why didn't they come to attack them? Why did they allow them to leave?
She remembered her brother's words who always asked her to get the back door in trouble. But she was glad Sara and her staff members were out of danger. She was in her shorts. She didn't notice it the whole time. She stepped on the stairs and slowly walked toward Maria's door with her bare feet.
' Maria should be fine. She has loved us like a mother, especially Alberto.' She prayed. She reached near the door.
" Come in, Sara. I know. You will come for the old lady. She is still alive. See it yourself. " Heavy male voice came from inside the room.
' Why is he calling me Sara? Well! Everything happens for a good reason.' She thought, forwarding her steps gradually at the door. 'By the way, it is a good thing. My brother hid the news of her pregnancy and only family members have seen Sara.' She thought to act like Sara as she could not allow him to harm Maria and anyone in her family.
"Come in! Don't make us wait. You've already killed our two men. Don't let this poor lady pay for your sins. If you want her to breathe." He shouted in his deep angry voice, which didn't affect her a bit. She was worried about Maria.
She shrugged her shoulders, exhaling sharply from her nostrils. She pushed the door wide open. It squealed, breaking the dead silence. It revealed Maria was tied up with the rope and four men in black suits were standing around her. One was pointing his gun at her head. Two men were pointing their guns at the door toward her. The fourth man, She guessed him as the leader. Their leader was sitting on Maria's favorite chair. She wanted to kick his ass. Maria's eyes were wet.
She winked at Maria, so she could understand
why she was pretending to be Sara.
The cunning old lady nodded her head slightly, not letting them know. " Sara, Why did you come here? Run away, child." Maria said in her crying voice. She felt her concern in her voice and the pain that these cruel people caused.
She clutched her hands after seeing tears in her old eyes. On the other hand, she was proud of her, for acting so brave in her captured situation. Maria was with great wit and loyalty. That was the reason she was working in the house for so long.
"Did these Bastards hurt you?" She fearlessly asked in an angry voice glaring at the leader who was sitting on the chair and smirking. She wanted to punch and break his teeth.
"Not, yet. But if you aren't cooperating. She would be no longer." He said, pulling his gun from his holster, and charging at her.
"Drop your guns." The second man demanded from her.
Immediately, she dropped her guns on the floor.
"No, go away, child. I'm an old woman. Don't do this for me." Maria cried again, making her heart ache.
"I'll be fine. Don't worry, Maria. " She smiled.
"Let's go. The job is done." The leader got up from the chair. The first man removed his gun from Maria. There was a rope in his hand and a smirk on his evil face. Extending his feet at her, he tied her hands behind her back. The leader who was sitting on the chair held her by her upper arm.
"Don't you dare to touch me." She snapped and jerked her arm away from his hold. He glared at me. But he did not say a word.
"Let's go." The leader raged.
"She's an old lady. At least untie her. You have got what you came for. " She said.
" Let her die. " The leader said, showing his white teeth.
It was enough to raise her anger level. She kicked him between his legs. He groaned in pain and fell on the ground clutching his parts.
She glared at him. "I said. Untie her." She demanded, saying each word loudly.
The second man untied her and closed the door behind them as he yanked her out. His two men who were charged there gunned at her lifted the leader from the ground and helped him to walk out.
When they reached the parking lot, Her mouth gaped to find a queue of cars in front of the house. She muttered thanks to God that Sara and the rest drove away from the back road.
The second man pulled her roughly toward his SUV. She elbowed him in his stomach. He groaned in pain and wrapped his arm around his stomach.
' I kicked him because he touched me. Still, this oaf tried to touch me.' She thought, giving him a tough look.
She climbed into his car. Two men enclosed her. All the goons seemed cruel and pathetic to her. The left-hand-sided man took out a long piece of black silk cloth in his hand. He wrapped it around her eyes.
"What are you doing?" She shouted at him in panic. She didn't get any reply. It made her riled up.
'That Bastard! Blindfolded me.' She thought, crinkling her lips tighter.
"She is a bitch." The leader's heavy voice came from the front.
"You m***** f*****! Watch your tongue." She snapped with rage and the irritation of the blindfold was infuriating her more, telling her to hurt him more.
She heard the roar of the car. Her heart dropped. But relief was heavier than it. Her family was safe. It sped away.
She was stressing that they would take her out of the country and many negative thoughts were running through her head. It had been hours for them to drive. She was thinking about Sara. She was praying that her brother would have met her. She was hoping that they would be safe. Once she made a promise she knew to keep it and she made sure of it to fulfill at any cost. She rested her back, sighing softly. She was feeling dead tired after sitting for hours in the same spot. She thought about taking a nap. But she was surrounded by enemies. Definitely, it would not be a good idea. She was waiting for them to stop the car. She could tell their Boss must be waiting for her heartily as he didn't show himself. Coward! She didn't really get it? Why did they want Sara? Her father died in a car accident a few years ago. Her mother must be in her house in the Italy. She had a decent family, a peace-loving one. There wasn't even a wage possibility of any enemy. Th
She drifted her eyes around, the same four people from his gang were also there. The leader was standing with the help of a second person. She could see the person who blindfolded her and others. One's forehead was swollen. She roamed her eyes around. It was a big hall with white walls and the same paint on the roof. It was fully empty except for two wooden chairs around a wooden table. She found one goon leering at her. It was really making her uncomfortable as she was standing without clothes. It made her fidgeting and her hands were itching to hit someone. His icy blue eyes met her. "Make her sit." He ordered. The same man stepped ahead who was leering at her. She glared at him exasperatedly. He smiled at her which was showing his bad desire to touch her. He stopped one step away from her. She didn't remove her glare from him. He raised his hand to touch her. She strongly hit him with her head. He fell to the ground. Adam started to laugh again, putting his a
She was getting bored. She went into the study to search for a new fantasy book. Alberto, her brother, added a new collection after fifteen days. He knew his sister loved to read fantasy books instead of love stories. She was running her fingers over the queue of the book's titles. "Twilight, Dead Beautiful, The Kiss of Deception, Relentless." She whispered the names of the titles, "City Of Bones," She pulled it out from the queue. She hadn't read it. She turned on her pointed white heels. It was matching with her white floral dress touching her knees. Alberto was sitting on a chair in the library. His head was in both hands. His coat was on the next chair. Mostly, he put it on the back of the chair. His tie was loosened. He was undoubtedly depressed about something. It wasn't that he fought with his wife over something. Sara was a kind soul. She hadn't seen such a lovely pair. They were made for each other. She paced toward him. Her pointed heels ech
He rushed out of the interrogation hall in vexation. His jaw was clenched. His hands were balled in fists and blood was running in his eyes. "It's looking like you'll kill someone." Adam mocked, coming from behind him, " You both have one thing in common, anger. " He burst into a laugh. "Shut up, Adam." He snapped bitterly. "Alright! Alright! I got it, brother." Adam said, controlling his smile. He went to his office, seething in anger. He wanted to sort out the mystery. "Sir, we have detected where they have kept the girls captured," Justice said. He was his bodyguard and head of security in the house and office. "We are leaving now." He decided. He was still fighting with his anger. He couldn't get the picture. Why was this girl affecting him so much? He wanted to see her more, protect her. He shook his head. "Lucky! Send Margret." He told him. He began to discuss the plan with Justice and instructed his men
The clatter of unknown stuff broke her sleep. It irritated her like hell. She was feeling dead tired. She didn't want to open her eyes. She tried to sleep again. Something clattered again. "Avni, I'm trying to sleep." She got frustrated and randomly threw a pillow. Her eyes were still closed. "Come back to reality, princess." She heard someone chuckling. She forced her eyes to open when all memories came back. It made her jump. She immediately sat on the bed. "Good evening," Adam smirked. She ran her gaze around her. It wasn't a fully white room. The walls were painted blue and the roof was white. There was one more woman, the same as Maria in uniform. She was laying on a queen size bed and her body was covered with a white soft blanket. She removed it. She was in the same clothes. His coat was draped around her. She smiled and felt relieved at the same time. "Where am I? What are you doing here?" She snapped at hi
'I wanted to run my fingers through her long wet hair and wanted to feel them against my skin.' He thought. What was wrong with him? He didn't feel anything like this before. He had met more gorgeous women before. He had partied in strip clubs and many naked beauties dancing around him there, trying hard to get his attention. No one could affect him like her. He wanted to claw her. He knew it would be over when she would leave. He had to send her away to her family. He wasn't ready for it. He was ready to keep her here against her will. He was being rebellious to his own rules. "Fuck! What's happening to me?" He raked his hair. A big scowl was covering his forehead. "Boss! Alberto Reyes wants to talk to you. He's continuously calling and asking for his sister. He wanted to see her." He completed it. "Send him a little part of the CCTV footage and fix a meeting with him tomorrow morning." He said. "Yes, Sir." He bowed. "And listen
She was feeling goosebumps on her body. It was chilly. Her half-body was under a thick warm blanket. She groped for the hem of it to pull it over her chill body. She tugged it up, enclosing herself in it. It helped her to get rid of the rising hair on her body. After two hours, she opened her eyes which seemed like two minutes. Her gaze caught the sky blue color of the cloudless sky. She blinked and stared at it with her heavy eyelids. She widened her eyes to behold clearly. She put her feet on the soft carpet and paced toward the window. Her lips stretched in a cheerful smile. Sheer joy could be seen on her face. "Wao!" She exclaimed with happiness and excitement. "It is the excellent work of God." She muttered to herself. There was turquoise water running in a stream enclosed by tall trees. Water was kissing the feet of the mountains, decorated by pure white snow. Water was shining under the blistering sun. "Good morning, Miss," Margret said, ope
She stared at the plate. Her appetite was dead. 'Why couldn't I hit him?' It was nagging her. 'He is stronger than he looks. The security is tight. I should steal his phone. Dam*! Why didn't I think this before?' A hand forwarded and plucked her plate. She stared up at him with a crease over her forehead. He began to eat the pancakes with his hand, "Brother made them. I can tell from the smell," He gleefully said and grabbed the cup of her coffee. "What does he want from me?" She asked in irritation. Humor went away from his features and he shot his brows up, "Don't pretend you don't know," He returned to her coffee and took a long sip. It reminded her of him. It increased her irritation. "If he thinks he can sleep with me. We'll walk into a room together but only one will step out. And it would be me," She drew herself to her feet. His gaze turned hard but he smiled evilly, "Overconfidence! I like it. Brother would
She stepped off the car. She couldn't pluck away her worry and anxiety for her family. It continued revolving in her head. A soft touch pulled her away from the continuous nagging of her thoughts. He was the reason she could spend her days and nights waiting for the weekend. His fingers curled around her waist, tugging her to his side. She glanced at him. A smile crawled on her face. Her husband brought a hand up to shade his eyes, drafting his gaze around. He looked so handsome. She wasn't certain to express her feelings to him. But she wrote something on the paper for him. "There's no danger." She told him, smiling. Though, Ricco was still on the run. She believed her husband and brothers wouldn't sit calmly until they found him, or locked him up in the dungeon. The corners of his lips pulled up. He kissed the side of her temple. "You never know, wife." They strode away from the vehicle. She let out a heavy breath, preparing herself to face whate
Tears were falling down her face. "I am but some things still scared me." Her chin trembled. Orlando swiped his fingers on her cheeks. "You mean. Your husband?" He offered her a soft smile. "He would never hurt you. I will never let this happen. I'll kill every person who'll cause my sister pain." He said, promisingly. "I trust you." She said. "But," Her eyes darted back to the door. "Mom and Dad?" She asked, gulping. It was nagging her. He curled his arm around her shoulder and made her walk toward the door. "Give them some time. They're gonna be alright. I'm worried about you, pumpkin." He looked down at her. "You just said it, right now that I'm the strongest one. I'll be fine." She smiled at him, but she stumbled to a halt seeing ahead of them. Their hard and cold expressions were telling they were into a hot argument. Roberto was about to say something but he clamped his lips tight together at the sight of them. "Ell, you should be in your room."
She stared at the closed door. She lifted her hand to knock but halted. It was already cracked open. She pushed it wide open. "Roberto!" Her mother squealed, her glassy eyes glued to the door. After realizing it, she forced a smile at her. "I don't wanna talk now, Sweetie." She told her. She walked in. "I understand. I just want to sit next to you. Is that okay with you, Mom?" She asked, sitting next to her on the mattress. More tears welled out. She nodded her head, looking away. Her faze rested on the family picture. It was clicked after three months when they rescued her. She was so happy to have them all. She sat there, gazing at the picture. "You bought me that dress. You remember, Mom?" She asked. A soft smile crawled on her face recalling those days. Happy days! "Yes, your father went with me to shop for you. He never showed. He is happy to have you in the family." A genuine smile crawled on her face, despite tears. "Father h
Her forehead creased hearing voices out. Sara was sleeping without any care in the world. She got on her feet and they carried her forward. She grasped the knob and twisted it carefully, not waking her up. She paced out and peered down the hallway. There was no one. She shut the door behind her. The voices were making sense as she extended her feet toward the stairs. She climbed them down. She gulped recognizing her father yelling in anger. It never happened before. "You're not staying here. You betrayed me." He grunted. "That's not true. I was scared." Her brows crushed together hearing the soft but painful voice of her mother. She kept moving gradually down to the kitchen. "Bullshit," Roberto roared in anger, slamming his hand against the table. She stood under the archway, darting her eyes on all faces presented. Roberto was leaning on the dining table, his fisted hand was resting on the table, and his expression was cold as if he wou
The sun was up, peering into her room through the cracks of leaves. Worry was gnawing at her. She hadn't received any calls or messages from him. Arturo would be going through hell. There was no doubt. Her feelings were pushing her on the edge, needing her to see him, feeling his arms secured around her. Drawing herself out of the mattress, she glanced out with a heavy sigh. Her steps were slowed toward the washroom door. Her feet deterred, not certain. She didn't want to do anything. She couldn't bring herself to make a call to him. Her gaze flicked to the door waiting for him to walk in at any time. After a couple of heartbeats, she grasped the doorknob and twisted it. She knew he wouldn't come still the ray of hope never disappeared within her. "Got yourself busy somewhere else. Your feelings are weakening you." She muttered to herself. After a hot shower, she returned to her room with a draped towel around herself. Relief swept thr
She was relieved that her mother was fine. She took a steadying breath. Worry sat heavy in her stomach. She wasn't bothered about him. But not seeing him for hours left her worried and upset. Everything seemed to change. She glanced at the hanging clock again. They were still at her parents' home. She was getting impatient. She knew what he'd be doing. But she wanted his arms around her, wanted to feel secure. The door cracked open and her head swiped over to it, hoping to see her husband. "Where's he?" She asked and felt her heart running fast in her ribcage. He had become her safe zone. Orlando and Alberto exchanged looks. " You already know," Albert said, walking into the room. "What do you expect? I'm still not done with him." Orlando fisted his hands, his gaze turned dark. "You okay, Kid?" Alberto took her in a side embrace and gazed down at her. She nodded. "Girls?" She asked, looking up in his eyes. Alberto sighed
She was yanked forward after passing through a narrow hallway. The spotlight fell over her, making her blind. She shut her eyes against it. After many beats of her heart, she opened them adjusting against the light. She found herself standing on the stage with other kidnapped girls. It added fuel to her anger. She was in the center of it where she could see all the people who were here to bid. The lights were dim there. Still, she could tell they were businessmen, mafia, and some sheikhs. "She's the most precious, not-for-sale piece of this auction." Arturo's voice boomed in the hall. His hand was motioning at her. His big smile was glued to his fucking ugly face. The murmurs rose in the hall, showing their objections at his words. Her eyebrows drew together in anger. She held tight to her disgusted and rage feelings. She didn't want her past to drown her. She was feeling bad that innocent girls were going through this. After watching so many powerful peop
She grimaced at her reflection. The deep cut was ending near her ribcage, showing her skin between swells. She let out a slow breath. It could be worse. The dress was long but there were many slits, baring her legs. She was feeling like a burning fire. It was matching her anger and hatred for him. She was determined to give him a painful death. "¡Muy hermosa, Reina!" Bud ran the brush through her long silky hair. She was touching them delicately. She grabbed her hand and turned to her. "I'll help you. But you have to help me first. What's this place?" She asked. "Exits, entrances, counts of his guards, everything." She demanded. "That's impossible. You can't take his men down all by yourself. Your husband must be here at any time." Bud said, confidently. She narrowed her eyes at her seeing her confidence. "I'm not certain." She remembered the angry face of her husband when he couldn't find their whereabouts. Arturo was making his job very difficult.
Her eyes were red when the door opened, making her heart thud in trepidation. Her lips parted in astonishment seeing a beautiful brunette walking in, draped in only two pieces. Her top was barely hiding anything. A black collar was fastened around her delicate neck. She swallowed hard recalling his words. "¡Hola, Reina!" Her voice was filled with excitement as she had found the Niles River after walking for days. She closed the door behind her. The paper bag swung in her hand as she whirled to face her. She smiled broadly at her. She walked over to the mattress with ease in her pencil-high heels. She winched when the woman pounced on her side, looking at her as if she was made of expensive and delicate glass. "You're beautiful, very beautiful." Her smile dropped after a full minute of staring at her. Her eyes narrowed at her but she kept her question to herself. The woman seemed lunatic to her. "Untie me." She whispered to her. Her lunatic smil