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I wait pensively on the porch. What is taking this girl so long?
“Serafina! I'd really love to threaten to leave you, but that only works for causal outings and not for round-the-world trips that would last us an eternity." I called out in the direction of the bathroom, where she said she was getting ready. Her house is decent. So much accomplished by a girl with so many disadvantages in her life just screams nothing but extremely sexy.
It's a one-bedroom apartment. She needs no more than that. The living room is a completely different room from the bedroom…not just some blend-in and the architecture is modern, state of the art. In the area this is situated, this apartment could easily be rented for more than two thousand a month, excluding all the bills that need to be paid. Another sexy thing about a woman is her ability to hold her own out there…alone. It represents a form of danger that a lot of people are not ready to take. I love that about her.
“I’ll be out in a minute, guardian angel.”
That’s a new name.
I tap my legs impatiently, waiting for her to surface. I should have kept myself busy looking around and exploring the new environment…if there was anything to look at. The entire apartment is bland, and not in a way that reflects her personality, but in a way that signifies that she genuinely hasn’t given so much thought to the place. There’s an art piece that is slumped lazily on the wall. It’s a unique portrait of a landscape that looks like it was drawn entirely out of dots.
“Pointillism.” I hear her voice almost beside me. I was too busy trying to make sense of the painting to really notice her come out. “I was planning to hang that on the ceiling. I hear it gives a different outlook when you look at it from different angles.
Oh. I have one of those in my house but as an actual third dimension sculpture. "Too bad we aren't going to be taking any of these with us." I huff.
“Are you sure this is the only way?” she entwines her arm with mine.
“Trust me, if there was any other way, I’d have done it. There's no way we can beat the Ricci family, and in fact, the only reason we're alive is that, even over the years, the person leading the house now is not as experienced as his father. Giuseppe is carefree, more interested in reaping the benefits of the mafia than actually putting in the work that would help generate those rewards. If we leave now, we have a very great chance of survival."
I see her recline back a little. “So we’re aiming for survival.”
“From the Ricci mob, that’s a huge win.” I nod to her. “Now, let’s get going. We’re not going to a regular embassy, but that doesn’t mean we should waste their time.” I pat her and move, with her coming along with me.
The average visa application process takes about two weeks if you get every document ready as and when you are asked of them. With a meager sum of three million dollars, it’s express. We get the visas printed and handed to us that very day and are advised to even book a flight as soon as before the weekend.
Effectively four days to liquidate a lot of my assets and put myself in order for a situation where I would never have to step foot in this country ever again. That’s a totally impossible task, but I make it work for the most part.
What I don’t plan for is the fact that Giuseppe and his men are also working overtime to make sure he gets his revenge, and as soon as the stock of my company begins to collapse, signaling a flash sale about to take place, he makes his move. I get home from work to find Gilbert close to death on the front porch, with holes everywhere, but where they're fatal.
I bolt into the house and search frantically for her, calling her name as I rummage through my phone for emergency services. I don't mind being probed for the reason for his near death. My girlfriend isfuckinggone! I know this, and yet, I still search the house frantically, maybe not looking for her, but for clues that could point me to her disappearance. Gilbert is still conscious, but it’ll be stupid to have him talk. Besides, I can’t bear to see him look at me with regret in his eyes. The man has kids. How would they feel right now if they were to hear the condition their father is in?
I have no other inclination than to wait for the ambulance to come after a good time is spent searching the house. Just as a helicopter comes for an airlift, I manage to match to catch a note that just about slips from Gibert’s hand, and when I catch it, it reads.
'I have your girlfriend. If you want to see me fill all the holes that you couldn't, come as soon as you get this with your gun. You're going to need it. Twelve a.m., or I'll start without you, anyway. Your chick is hot as hell.'
I let out a low growl of pure fury as my blood boils over, and my vision tunnels me to see only red. Before any of the policemen can stop me enough to ask questions, I get into the same Urus that I have been using all this while to move around.
If Giuseppe wants blood, I’ll give him just that.
…and more.
Chapter twelve
Targeted
Caged Like a Bird
I have no idea how much time has passed. Whether it's day or whether it's night. None of that comes to priority, especially not when you're blindfolded. I have absolutely no idea where I am now, so even if I try my best to escape, given how long we actually traveled, and considering they had to sedate me twice on the road trip, I doubt the place we are is anywhere near Los Angeles.
The place I call home.
I try my best to pay attention to my surroundings to listen for anything that I can use to identify the place, but everything I listen for seems completely futile. All I know is that we're inside some building in some place far away. Giuseppe doesn't want to kill me. He's using me as bait to make sure Ferro comes out. Now, Ferro has said a lot about this man, and smart has never been one of them, but here, as he holds me, hostage, I can't help but think about the brilliance in such a simple plan. Deep down, I know he's going to show up…and I pray so too, but at the same time, I'm way too worried about his safety to actually hope he shows up.
If he does show up, all he's going to be doing is gearing himself for death, and that is the last thing I would ever want from him. If possible, if he can, he should make it to the Philippines alone and leave me behind. I might turn up dead just like the trail this mafia has left behind it, but at least Giuseppe wouldn’t have won…at least not completely.
“You know,cuckold, this would go a lot, much easier if you actually just tell us where you and your boyfriend are headed. This could all go away like some bad dream." I feel his hot breath fan my ear. Now, I really do feel like throwing up.
