caught in a wrap

I haven't ran this fast in a long time. The only time I remember running this fiercely was during track practice back in highschool, but the only difference is this time, I'm running for my life.

"Get her, if she escapes the boss will have our balls. Fuck!" The one who seems to be gaining on me orders the rest members who are falling behind.

I make a turn and come in contact with trash cans stacked up, I push them over once I run past them; trying to slow down the thugs. But it does little damage as they only jump past it.

They're gaining on me, and fast.

I unlock my phone and go to my call logs, searching for the only person I can call right now, suzzy.

The phone rings a few times but she doesn't pick up. "Damn you suzzy. Fucking at a time like this, fucking perfect!"

"Stop right there!"

Like as if I will. So you'll kill me?

I make another turn, but as I never get lucky in my life, like absolutely zero luck! I meet a dead end.

I halt, my eyes widening in extreme fear. I haven't even noticed how shaky my hands had been since I started running.

I look behind me and they're staring right at me, like the cornered rat I am. I look around my surroundings but I see no one around to help and nothing to use as a weapon.

"Listen you don't want to do this. I have evidence and if you hurt me you're only making it worse." I make empty threats.

They ignore me and continue moving towards me.

"Please don't hurt me! Please. I'll delete the video. Infact I never recorded anything in the first place-"

I'm cut off by a bag covering my head, I struggle and scream for help, but it only comes out muffled. A hard object come in contact with my head and I fall to the ground, slowly loosing consciousness.

"Take her to the car, the boss would decide what happens..."

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Carmel.

Carmel cookies?

Popcorn?

I sniff harder. Is it coffee?

What ever it is, it smells heavenly. I snuggle deeper into the warm piece of clothing I feel wrapped around me.

It feels nice, when was the last time I felt so warm? I adjust my head to the side but feel an ache coming from my forehead. I groan slightly.

Wait.

My eyes shot open instantly, the pain worsened and I groan even louder.

"Fuck" I curse.

The memories start flooding in. I look around me, my vision becoming clearer by the second. It appears I'm inside a luxurious car?

So I'm not dead?

I thought the boss would decide my fate.

I pat my jeans pocket, but my phone is nowhere to be found. I sit up properly now, scanning the contents of the car. It's extremely neat, and it has that new car smell. But the smell of Carmel only lingers in the air and on the clothing wrapped around me. I pick up the cloth and it appeared to be a coat, a very thick coat with too many pockets. It looks extremely expensive, I'm guessing it's market price would feed me for days.

Is everything here expensive?

"We can't..."

I hear voices from outside. I try opening the door but it doesn't respond. I'm locked in.

"She knows who we are!" Someone yells in frustration.

I move closer to the window to see who it is but I can only make out their silhouettes and nothing more.

The voices gets louder, or rather one of them.

"This is fucking ridiculous!" And the silhouette hits the car, making it bounce lightly.

The other person moves closer to them and whispers into their ear. They stand silently for a few minutes before the one who looks entirely angered steps back.

"But if anything happens, it's on you " he points at whom I suppose is his superior and begins walking off.

Not without staring me dead in the eyes; I shiver. Isn't this car supposed to have tinted windows? How does he even know where my eyes are? And how does he even know I'm there?

The car door clicks open startling me. I move back to my original position using the coat as a wall between me and the person.

He stands by the car door, giving orders to the rest members in Italian. Everyone seemed to move immediately as if they're controlled by fear.

Then it clicks, he must be the one who killed that man! The boss of the gang.

My guard goes up even more.

He grunts and slides into the car, his movements stiff.

The driver's side of the vehicle opens and who I suppose is the driver steps into the car to turn it on.

With everything going on I don't utter a single word, I don't know what's happening but with movies I've watched once you're inside their car and you've seen their faces, there's no hope for you.

You're as good as dead.

"Get out" the man beside me orders.

As if my stuff body couldn't get anymore rigid, it does.

I sit there silently praying to the heavens that I disappear and never be found.

"I said get out" he orders again.

This is the first time I'm hearing him speak since this night and come to think of it his voice sounds so oddly familiar.

The thickness of his voice and the raspy tone that follows.

I'm about pulling the handle of the car when the driver opens the door and steps out. I stare at his now empty seat.

The whole car is silent, like everything on planet earth got transferred to another place leaving only us behind.

"I'm just going to ask you this simple questions and how you answer them determines if you'll die right here or not." He speaks.

His voice holds so much ground and authority it's impossible for you to resist.

I don't respond, my brain is till processing.

"Are we cleared?" He asks.

How can someone's voice be so alluring?

"Yes" I choke out.

It's silent.

"Look at me when I speak to you." His raspy voice speaks out.

I slowly turn my head towards his direction and for the first time I look at his face.

I pause. What the fuck??

"Mr Fredrick?!" I scream.

His eyes go wide, now matching my facial expression.

This fucking prick!