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Mia
Clearly, something in Chicago had caused me to lose my mind. How in the hell could I just threaten a gangster like that? Never, in my wildest dreams, did I picture myself in a situation like this. I probably should have minded my business when I heard the woman screaming but that’s just not who I was. If someone needed help, I’d help.
Now, look at you,I mutter to myself, looking around the S.U.V. that I was currently detained in.
The four men in black suits had escorted the woman and me out of the motel nicely. They even saidpleaseandthank you; however, their presence screameddanger.These were the kind of guys you avoided like the plague, not get into a car with or threaten!
“The boss will be down shortly,” the guy in the passenger seat says, looking away from his phone and back at me.
I’m too scared to speak so I settle for a nod. He chuckles softly and then turns more so he can see the woman next to me.
“Do you have identification? Like a passport or driver’s license?” he asks her.
“No. I have no such things,” she replies, rolling her eyes.
At first, her words seem sarcastic but then I realize she is being serious. She doesn’t have identification.
“Alright. Not a problem. Will just take a little longer to get you out of the country,” the guy groans and faces forward. He starts typing away on his phone. “We’ll get you into Warsaw. You do the rest. Understood?”
“Understood,” she says, smiling. She turns slightly in her seat and looks at me. “I’m finally going home.”
My heart breaks. It took a situation like this for her to go home. What kind of life had she lived up until now? No identification and dating a killer. That’s a shit way to live.
“I’m very happy for you,” I smile.
The guy in the driver's seat looks up in the rearview mirror. Our eyes connect and I instantly lower mine to my lap.
“Sorry,” I whisper.
“For what?” he asks, laughing.
His laugh sounds genuine but that doesn’t stop my racing thoughts of being killed by him or the guy next to him. Anxiety floods through me like a broken dam. My stomach twists into knots and I suddenly feel like everything I ate is about to make its ungraceful appearance.
“Um… for…. I’m just sorry.” My eyes are locked on my lap. I refuse to look elsewhere. It is the safest thing I can do until I can figure out how to get myself out of this mess.
“Babysitting is not for me,” the passenger groans.
“It isn’t my fucking cup of tea either, Vinnie,” the driver replies, laughing.
“You know he’s going to flip the fuck out once we are back,” the passenger– Vinnie– attempts to whisper. Guess he missed the memo that we’re in a car and there is zero privacy.
“Fucking understatement,” the driver murmurs.
“We are better off out here,” Vinnie says, glancing out the window towards the motel. He shakes his head and then goes back to whatever he is doing on his phone.
“Can I get what little stuff I have from in there?” the woman asks.
“Yeah,” Vinnie replies. “What all do you have?”
“It’s not much. Stuff in bathroom. And backpack on table,” she replies.
“Got it.”
An awkward silence fills the car. It’s enough to make your skin crawl. I want to look out the window but I’m too scared too. Hell, at this point, I’m even terrified to breathe too loudly.
Vinnie suddenly turns in his seat. My fingers instantly reach for the door handle. He turns on the dome light and looks at me.
“In case you haven’t noticed, being in this vehicle means you’re safe,” he rolls his eyes and then holds up his phone to the woman. “Say cheese.”
