Phone call

Samantha

The best word to describe the situation I am in is, FUCKED.

Simply put, I am fucked. I remember stealing from the Ricca’s they are the ones that had those nice rocks, the diamonds, and a glowing ruby that my brother later sold at a very high price since I handle the stealing and he handles the dealerships. My brother bought me a brand new Rolls-Royce with that money, and the rest we spent on vacations and useless investments. It's a habit of a millionaire like me.  

Fuck!!

What am I going to do? It’s good he still thinks my brother is responsible, not knowing the main mastermind is me. I can play this carefully. I know I can, escaping is always an option, even though I don’t know where the fuck I am.

The bastard leaves me in the room the whole day without food, and I am starving. This is the longest time I have stayed without food in my system. My mind is blank, and all sense is lost, all I want is food. I seriously can’t think clearly without food, and my cravings are so horrible I am convinced they will kill me one day. I grip my grumbling as if that can help me. I feel like shit and I am growing weaker. I dug this grave, but I never once expected I would lay in it.  

Day ends and night passes, and by morning I am barely able to speak. This is torture, the worst kind of torture is not giving me food, and I will forever hate him.

The door is suddenly pushed open and someone walks in, it’s a girl who looks to be my age mate. She is beautiful, tall with an hourglass figure, something I don’t have. If only my stomach was as tiny as hers.

She has simple clothing that makes her look like a model and don’t get me started with her long brunette hair.

She blinks her green eyes a few times before she smiles at me.

“ Oh dear, you look like you are about to die.”

“ Food,” I mutter in a low whisper.

“ What did you say?” She leans forward placing her hand over her ear.

“ Food,” I whisper again, and she jumps up with a giggle.

“ I will give you. You have to get washed up first. You reek,”

I roll my eyes.

If only she knew what I had gone through.

The walks over to the bed and grab my hand. She helps me off the bed and into her arms. I lean on her, and she supports me with her weight. She walks out of the room and into another that has a bathroom. She removes my clothes, and I am drained to care about exposing my nudity to her. The good thing is, I shaved.

She helps into the tab that’s filled with warm water and is packed with bath bombs, the whole bathroom smells wonderful like Jasmine.

She helps me bathe, she scrubs my back while I scrub my front. While I continue to scrub the dirt off, she untangles my hair. After we are completely done, she prepares some simple clothing for me and I wear them. Just some leggings and a shirt with some canvas.

“ We can go get food now,” She announces.

I would have done a happy dance if I had the energy, but I am so drained out. Who keeps someone who is hungover hungry?

Oh! The evil bastard, Santino.

I hope his brother is kinder, and he gets me out of here.

The lady escorts me to the dining and the table is filled with different types of food. I clap happily at the sight of food.

I begin to eat making sure I taste every dish that is presented to me. I finish two plates of food and I add some more to my plate.

The girl watches me closely as she remains quiet.

I raise a brow.

“ You were hungry,” She comments as she bites on her lower lip.

“ Yeah, plus I love food.”

I eat like there is no tomorrow.

“ So where is Santino’s brother?”

“ Oh Maximo, he is on a business trip. He will be back after three days I think.” She answers sounding unsure.

I still don’t know who she is in this household. 

“ Is he kinder than Santino? My brother committed a crime I am not aware of, and I just want to go home. I don’t want to be involved in this war I know nothing about.” I lie easily, it’s as easy as stealing. To be a thief like me, you also have to be a great liar.

“ Maximo is worse, the kind one is Santino. He can help you better than Maximo. Maximo is the crazy one, the deadly one. If you want to stay alive, stay clear of that one.”

I swallow now all hope I had of leaving this place is lost.

“ How do you know so much about them?”

“ They sort of adopted me and treated me as their young sister. They found me wandering around the streets near some dumpster, and they took pity on me. They are both good people, but just be careful, especially around Maximo.”

The emphasis she puts on Maximo makes me worry a lot.

To think Santino is the one she claims to be better. I am convinced the two brothers are nut jobs.

That particular day I stay clear of Santino, and luckily he doesn’t bother me the next day however Santino insists I serve him his breakfast. I know it’s his way of seeing me just to torment me.

Everything has already been prepared and all I have to do is serve it. I walk at a steady pace, so I won't make any spills. The last thing I want is to piss off that devil of a man that I despise with my whole being. The hallways are quiet; the sound being heard is the click of my shoes. I take a deep breath in as I keep walking.

I reach the living room and pass through to take his breakfast on the balcony where he wants to eat. He is seated outside on one of the chairs as he gazes out the vast land they own. The place is beautiful with a fountain in the middle. The area has all sorts of flowers that complement the landscaping. It’s like a scene from a fairy tale novel, yet the woods beyond the estate are scarier than ever. This place gives me chills like there is something about it that I am yet to know about or just something about its owners.

I walk around him, and he continues to look out, if he is ignoring my presence I can’t tell. Even in his position, he looks so huge that the chair can’t contain his figure, I glare at him and think of the ways I can stab his black heart till he is on the ground and not breathing.

“Whatever you are thinking of won't work on me?” He speaks up, as though he is reading my thoughts.

So he knows that I am here. I set his food on the table, and I am about to walk out when he stops me.

“ Please take a seat.” He gestures to the seat beside him, it is the only other seat that is available. I frown in his direction but sit anyway.

He grabs a fork and hands it to me. “ Here, take the first bite.”

I smirk and grab the fork from him. He knows better than to trust the food served by me. I still hate him for kidnapping me and making me stay a whole day while hangover without any food. 

The only thing I want right now is to see him dead. I grab the knife as well, I cut a piece of meat and put it in my mouth. He watches me with his sharp sapphire orbs, and I lift a single brow back at him as I chew slowly. He looks right back with hidden satisfaction in his devilish eyes. He is handsome, I will give him that. So devilishly handsome, if we meet under different circumstances I would have been in his bed.

“Can I go now?” I ask with a straight face. 

" I didn't say you could leave yet, I need here for something else too, so just sit your ass down until I permit you to leave." His accent is thick and unlike anything I have heard before. I can't use it to pinpoint where he is from. He always speaks with so much precaution and calm. He makes it hard to read him, and he gives nothing away. 

" Okay, sir," I respond with much added sarcasm. He narrows his eyes before he smirks. 

“ Your pathetic brother tried to reach out to me. He wants proof that you are still alive. So I will let you talk to him for only a minute.” He says. “ You are both lucky Maximo isn't here, or he would have suggested delivering your head in a box as a gift for stealing from us." 

His words freak me out, now I am more worried about meeting Maximo. He will kill me when he comes back. I can barely speak as fear takes hold of my body. 

He takes out a sleek phone from the pockets of the black dress pants he is wearing. He is always so smart and extremely clean. I know a clean freak when I see one, and that always makes my left twitch. 

He dials a number, and the phone doesn't take time to ring before the other person picks it up.

He hands over the phone to me. “ You only have one minute more than that, I will cut off one of your fingers.” He threatened, and I only swallowed hard. He is a dangerous man, and I know better than to defy his words.

I grab the phone from him and put it over my ear. “Hang in there sis, I will rescue you from that bastard. I didn't mean for you to get involved. I am so sorry.” Ethan's voice is shallow, I could tell this affected him. His words give me comfort, and we already talked about how to act in these types of situations, so we do just that. 

“ What kind of job do you do, Ethan?” I ask the one question as if I don't already know. The act has to be convincing or my head will be delivered in that box. 

“ My job is dangerous, I am a high-class thief and I stole from the wrong people. I am sorry that I got you involved in this, trust me I will get you out of this,"  

“ How can I trust you ?” I ask, pretending to feel betrayed. I shed some crocodile tears too. 

“Time up.” The phone is snatched from me even before I can say anything. I hear Ethan shout profanities over the phone, but all that seems to go on deaf ears.

“I told you I would make you pay one way or another. Samantha is ours now until you bring back what you stole from us, we will make her do whatever we want. All you have to do is bring back our ruby, and you will get her back. Think carefully." 

Oh fuck, they want the glowing ruby back. We sold it four months ago, and tracking it is impossible.