I heard Charlie shuffling in the background. There wasn't much distance between the door and the living room. She might have heard his name. My throat had dried up. I wanted to speak but nothing came out."Your husband did a brilliant job of hiding you. But I always knew it won't take long to find you because he didn't take your best friend. Woman simply can't live without babbling to their girlfriends", he said it like a joke."Do you want to kill me?", I asked him dumbly. If he had forgotten about killing then I might have foolishly reminded him of that. But I want to die with the knowledge that I was killed by a gangster that couldn't handle a woman."I would have killed you the moment you opened the door if that was what I want, but your husband went great lengths to protect your life. So it would be a waste to kill you", he said.Was he really grown fond of me? I simply can't believe it. I know he has some ulterior move."Does your friend think she can kill me with a knife. I h
I know these people were very dangerous. They will kill me in a second if they knew that I was planning something. My first plan was to get out of these cuffs which wasn't working. They were incredibly tight. It cut deep when I tried to break them. I realised that I was very thin so there is a chance that I can loosen my arms from them. How ever that failed too because they were not the movie kind. These were real cuffs that was meant to keep people tied. If there was any chance that I can get out of these that would be by convincing others to do it."I need to go to washroom", I said."Hold it", said a gruff voice from outside the room."I can't please", I said as sweetly as humanly possible."Fine", he relented and opened the door. I got to know that he had the key with him because he did it so fast. He was my jailer so I better try to be friendly with him.He dragged me outside without an ounce of sympathy of gentleness. I knew that this guy was pretty hard core criminal. He took m
He tried to kill me and took my fucking wedding ring and I was powerless to stop him. I hate myself for trying to strike up a conversation with him. He was no better than his brother. I don't know how to survive in these kinds of situations and it shows. I'm always ending up withy ass kicked. I felt like a loser. My husband had survived in here. I couldn't do it. I wonder why? Because I was a good for nothing. The hopelessness ate me alive. I wished that I knew something that I could use but I have lived a sheltered life so it was hard for me to get my way around in a hostage situation.I say there on the floor. The cold was biting my skin. I had no ways for knowing what time it was? I only knew one thing if I made a small sound he would take out my tongue. He threatened me so coldly that to my shamelessness I have grown to be afraid of him.I heard another person talking to my Captor. He was very jovial and sounded nothing like he was earlier. He must be talking to his friend. The ne
I don't know meeting Kyle's friend was a good thing or not. I only know one thing this wait was fucking killing me. I can't spend my eternity waiting for help to pop up. I remembered my husband painfully. I don't know whether he missed me like I did? I only wanted to see him one last time if I die. But life never gives us what we wants. I was very much afraid that I'm going to be killed or worse I would end up in one of Enzo's brothels because I knew he owned several. My Captor is trying to coax me into giving him blow job for cigarettes, icecreams, chocolates the list is endless."Bitch if you are trying to remain faithful to your husband I assure you he is fucking one of the models or even your sister", he said after one day.After the way he physically attacked I stopped reacting to anything he says. He kind of took it in himself to draw a reaction from me. I know he is winning now because if there is someway he would get what he wanted that is to ensure that he speaks of my husban
"I need to go to washroom", I said to interrupt the tension between them."You just went fifteen minutes ago", said him."I will take her", said Dane. I sighed NY relief."Wait I'm going with you too", said him."I'm Riccardo by the way", he said to Dane."I'm Tip", he said."I haven't seen your fights but you are a legend man", said Riccardo impressed."Thanks", said Dane. We were walking now towards the washroom.I thought I could talk to Dane but Riccardo is making it impossible."It might take some time. My stomach is upset", I warned the boys."Is it going to be smelly?", taunted Riccardo."Not like inside", I answered."See she has got an attitude", said Riccardo."You got fifteen minutes", said Dane."That is too long", complained Riccardo.Dane removed my mask and I was beyond the clouds. I wanted to hug and kiss him. But it is going to raise some questions."Stop eye fucking him bitch", said Riccardo.I glanced at his jealous face and was tempted to grimace. I can't even say
Riccardo returned after a few minutes. He appears eerily calm and collected. He stopped with the blow job requests. He frowned when he realised that I wasn't wearing the head mask anymore. Dane shrugged and said that I don't have to. He tightened his jaw in response. He knew that the new guard his brother had put forward had managed to win me. What he doesn't know is that the new guard is also my husband Dane Wellington. If he knew that Dane was here he would flip big time. I had warned Dane of the gun that Riccardo possess. But he somehow didn't find the thought scary as me. We couldn't talk freely anymore because Riccardo was here. Dane can't lose his cover for now.I was getting restless as the night approached he said that he would need the cops to distract the guards so he could escape with me. I would be with Dane finally. All the episodes of heartbreaks and betrayal long forgotten. All that matters were now survival of both me and him. But I knew the odds were not in our favor.
I couldn't control my tears. We have finally made it. I turned and hugged Dane hard. I never thought that I would be with him again. I thought I would lose him just as I lost my dad. I felt back of his shirt wet. I raised my head and saw his eyes were blood shot. He gasped as if he couldn't get air. He fell on top of me. I tried to hold him but I couldn't he was too heavy. I fell with him and minimised the impact. I carefully placed his head on my lap. I saw blood seeping down from the bullet wounds on his back. My tears fell uncontrollably. I couldn't take it much longer and I sobbed.Dane started to close his eyes and I screamed in disappointment. I couldn't believe that he is leaving me alone. The rain bullets has stopped finally. But they didn't have Enzo but have managed to wipe out majority of his crew."Don't leave me Dane. Please say something", I begged him.He opened his eyes and smiled at me weakly my heart wrenched at the sight of my husband nearly dying. I can't let him
"On your knees madam", said a cop wearing a bullet proof vest. There were five or six of them."What? Are you kidding me? You have come to save me", I told them."This is a protocol. We have to do it", he said."There is no time. My husband is back there. He is wounded", I begged them."We can't just follow you madam. First we have to search you and ask you certain questions", he said."Fine ask me fast. We have to save him", I reminded them.I was now checked for weapons. I felt humiliated just as I was with Riccardo. They made sure that I was a defenseless woman for the hundredth time.."Are you done?", I asked impatiently."Almost. Now can you tell me your date of birth?", he asked me.I rattled away the generic questions they asked me in the hopes that they will let me lead them to Dane. When they started to ask me about my school. I put my foot down."I'm not going to answer any more of your stupid questions. My husband is fighting death over there. If you are not going to help h