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“Take Benedetto with you. You don't know if you'll need help or not.”
I give Mark a thumbs up. Now that our mission is sanctioned, I have to assume that Benedetto will have no problem with it. He’s a good kid, just a little twitchy. I text him to meet me at the gate before driving off, as I watch my father's men file back into the room. This whole thing is going to need to be treated with a delicate touch. I really hope I can pull it off.
We arrive at the warehouse, and I make Benedetto wait outside. I pause in front of the door, before going back to him. “What's this girl's name again?” I ask.
Benedetto rolls his eyes, “It's Giada. Her family calls her Gigi. She's 25, just had a birthday-”
I raised my hand to stop him, “Yeah, yeah… that's enough thank you.” I resume my trudge to the door of the warehouse, take a deep breath and open it.
I'm gratified to see that she's right where I left her - tied to a chair in the middle of the room. She looks disheveled like she's been struggling - no surprise there. If I came to, tied to a chair and blindfolded, I would struggle as well.
I take a moment to really look at her - what I can see of her anyway. She's fairly tall, her hair is black and locks are escaping her hairstyle. She has smooth tanned skin, and from what I can see from the long slit in her dress, quite shapely legs. Her shoulders are bare. She wears diamonds in her ears and around her neck, which contrast nicely with her tanned skin. I can't see her mouth because her head is hanging down. She is attractive. If I weren’t already interested in someone else, she would definitely be my type. She actually reminds me of that someone in a funny kind of way. Her colors, the shapeliness of her limbs… or maybe it is just the blind fold and ropes that make her resemble Juliet, I chuckle to myself.
I take a step and she seems to hear me because she lifts her head, cocks it to the side, listening. “Is someone there?”
Her voice is hoarse, as if she's been shouting. Maybe she has. We did leave her alone for the whole day and I feel bad about that. She is currently our honored guest. I should have made sure someone stayed with her.
“Hello Gigi. I apologize for the less than stellar accommodations. Would you like some water to drink?”
She stiffens, her head moving from side to side as if she might somehow see me through the blindfold if she just gets the right angle. “Who are you?” She demands.
I chuckle indulgently. “Wrong question.”
Heading back outside, I retrieve a water bottle from the car and tell Benedetto to go get some food and stuff from the nearest supermarket. I head back inside with the water bottle, unscrew the lid and lift it to her lips. “Drink.” I order her.
She purses her lips mutinously, clearly wanting to be difficult.
“Hey, I'm trying to help you here. You're the one who sounds like you've been running in the desert all day.”
“If you want to help me then let me go.”
I roll my eyes.
“Okay, reality checkGigi,you’re not leaving here until I say so. So kindly stop with the posturing and fucking drink the water.”
She just grits her teeth, clearly ready to be stubborn. I let out a loud, irritated sigh. “Suit yourself. You want to remain parched, that's none of my business.”
“Who are you?” She asks me again.
“I'm your kidnapper, darling. Did your family not prepare you for this?”
“What do you want from me? I'm not part of the business.”
“Maybe. Maybe not. But you are part of the family.”
“So, this is revenge? My father did something to you?”
“You ask way too many questions.”
“You don't give any answers.”
“Maybe your raspy voice irritates me. Try drinking some water and then asking me again.”
I put the bottle to her lips but she jerks her head away. “No thanks.” She rasps, her voice so hoarse my throat feels scratchy. Just because she's a hostage, doesn't mean that I'm going to treat her badly. We're not monsters.
Benedetto comes in with a cup of coffee and some pastries. He shrugs at me as if to tell me they were all he could find. We're not exactly in the middle of the city. I take the things and gesture at him to leave.
I pass the cup back and forth under her nose, seeking to tempt her. She stiffens. I put the cup to her lips, urging her to drink but she just jerks away, going so far as to almost fall over with the violence of her rejection.
