“Dior, do you see the black SUV I was driving earlier?” Now I was really confused. I looked around the parking lot until I spotted the very same vehicle he mentioned.
“Yeah, I see it. Why are you here?” I asked, wondering exactly what was going on.
“Ok, walk toward it, and I’ll explain everything once you get in.”
“What? I can’t just leave Mia, Lewis. I drove us here,” I walked slowly toward the black SUV with the tinted windows so dark, I couldn’t see shit inside.
“Jesus, Dior, just do as I say. Mia will be fine,” I was a couple of steps away from the SUV when what he said made me stop dead in my tracks. I frowned and tilted my head to one side.
“What did you say?”
“I said, Mia…Mia will be fine,” my eyes narrowed even more as I tried to see who was behind the wheel of the vehicle. First off, Lewis never called Mia by her actual name. He has always called herMi-Miever since the first day I introduced her to him. Secondly, the more I squinted through the windscreen, the more I realized that was not Lewis behind the wheel.
“You don’t ever call her that,” I said softly. Just as I was about to spin and turn around to head to the bar, because this seemed a bit odd. The back door of the SUV suddenly opened.
“I’m so sorry, Dior. This is all–” The phone disconnected before Lewis could complete his sentence. At the same time, a huge man dressed all in black came barreling over to me. I wasn’t given the opportunity to scream; he covered my mouth and dragged me kicking and fighting inside the backseat.
I damn near pissed in my skinny jeans, as I was now seated between two very large men. The SUV drove off at top speed as I screamed bloody murder. I looked over at the man who snatched me and lifted my right foot. With all the strength in me, I kicked him in his ribs.
“Oooff,” he grunted as he got the wind knocked out of him. He turned to me with an angry expression on his face as he rubbed his side. He had an olive complexion and short, curlyhair. He looked Russian or Italian. I wasn’t sure which, all I knew was I had to get out of here.
“Who the fuck are you! Let me out this mothafucka before I kick the shit outta you again,” I lifted my leg a second time, but this time he grabbed my ankle.
“Jesus, Buddha, where’d you get thispetardo? (firecracker,)”He said with an amused smile as he released my ankle. The low rumbling of someone laughing made me turn to the other individual, seated on my left.
I gasped loudly, realizing that it was the same guy from the bar who knew my entire name. I watched him, confused, but just as before, he said nothing; instead, he just stared at me.
“What the fuck is this? You have the wrong person. Now, let me out of this mothafucking van!” I screamed in his face. This time, it was he who was about to get kicked. I lifted my left leg and hoisted it in his direction.
“Don’t fuck around,” he said, grabbing me by my calf, dragging me a little in the seat. “Didn’t I tell you we’d meet again?” He reminded me. The next thing I knew, his accomplice covered my mouth and nose with a white cloth. The last thing I saw was his diamond-encrusted B pendant, before I went to sleep.
Chapter Three- Buddha
I made repeated fists inside my pockets as I stood in the dark room. My father was next to me, along with three of his men. I tapped my right foot and then my left as I stared at Dior.
She was fine as hell. I didn’t anticipate her being this beautiful. I wanted her to wake up so I could see her pretty eyes look at me again. Her head was bent forward, her chin resting on her chest. She was tied to the chair, her hands behind her back, and a small chain wrapped around her midsection. She still wore the name tag on her tank top from that stupid speed dating game she was participating in.
“She’smolto carina…no? (very pretty).”My father said, obviously observing the way I was staring at her. I turned to him and hid the fact that I agreed with him.
“Let’s hurry this shit up, I got stuff to do. Wake her ass up, Julio,” I instructed one of the men, ignoring what my father said.
“Please, don’t hurt her…please,” the sobbing of her father made me turn my attention to him. He was all the way fucked up from the beating he was given. One of his eyes was almost swollen shut, and he had dried-up blood around his nose. I was certain he had at least two broken ribs. He was lucky he was still breathing, but that could change at any moment.
“Aye, shut the fuck up before I fuck up more bones in your worthless body,” I warned him before turning my attention back to Dior. Julio used the back of his hand to slap her cheeks. I waited patiently as she finally began to stir, and she moaned softly.
“Wakey, wakey sleepy head,” Julio cooed as she groggily lifted her head and slowly tried to open her eyes. I stopped moving as Dior cracked both her eyes open. The room was dimly lit, and it took her about a minute to adjust.
“Mmmm,” she moaned again. I got a weird feeling because the sound she made should not sound that erotic.
“Dior, baby, are you ok?” Her father’s voice woke her up entirely. She stared over at him with wide, scared eyes. I could tell everything was coming back to her as she began looking around at everyone else in the room. Then those pretty brown eyes finally settled on me. I kept my composure as we both stared at each other.
“Lewis, what’s going on? Who are these people?” she asked, sounding so lost and distressed I almost felt bad for her…almost.
“Dior, I promise everything is going to be ok,” her father made a promise that he knew fucking well he couldn’t keep.
“Stai zitto! (Shut-up).” My father yelled at him, holding one hand in the air. Using his index finger, he pointed at Lewis. “Now, tell your daughter why she’s here.” Lewis began crying softly as he bent his head.
“Tell her!” my father yelled again. Walking over to the tied-up man, he thumped him upside his head.
