Chapter 3

Grace's Pov 

AT SILVANO'S HOUSE 

I snuggled deeper into the sheets until a wave of headache hit me.

I gained in pain before sitting up from the bed, holding my head with my hand.

I unconsciously reached out to my drawer to take my bag of drugs but froze when I didn't feel anything.

I opened my eyes in panic and looked around. I wasn't in my room.

A black car and a man. I got off the bed immediately, ignoring my headache. 

I have been kidnapped. 

I looked around the room for my bag but there was nothing in the room except for myself. 

Why would anyone kidnap me? I am not from a rich home or the daughter of a professor. 

I am a nurse. A poor one at that. 

I went to the door and opened it quietly before walking out of the room.

My mouth hung open as I took in the interior of the house. It was beautiful. The walls were painted white and the tiles were dark shades of white. Cream maybe. I wasn't good with colour.

I kept looking around until I got to a living room filled with …..

One, two, three.

Three men.

“There she is,” I heard one of them say and they all turned to look at me.

No, she is not.

I turned back to go back to where I was coming from when one of them held me and brought me to the center of the room.

It looked like I was in the middle of hungry wolves. Their eyes were on me and I was afraid they would swallow me with their eyes.

“What is your name?” A man sitting on the couch with a calm expression asked. I can swear there was danger under that stare.

“You brought me here, you should know my name,” 

Grace, don't you know when to keep your mouth tame? This isn't the time for sarcasm.

“I will ask you one more time and you will answer my question correctly.” He asked and one of the men standing brought out a gun and placed it on the arm seat next to him.

I gulped down the spit forming in my mouth and nodded fast.

“What is your name?” he asked and I looked at all of them.

“G– Grace,” I shuddered. “Grace Green,” 

“Where were you four nights ago?” Another one standing next to him asked.

“At the hospital,” I answered, keeping my eyes on the gun on the arm seat, afraid one of them was actually going to use it. 

I don't want to die now. I haven't paid for mum's treatment, sent Sophie to school, fallen in love, married, and given birth yet.

And if I were to die, I needed to know what for.

“Is she the one? She doesn't look like it” The man standing next to the man with a calm expression asked, eyeing me. 

“She will answer that herself,” the man replied and played a recording.

“Black hair, pink lips, and sharp jawline. Does that look like someone you know?” My voice came from the recording, and my breath hitched.

“He has been shot. I will type the address to you. You can come get him,”

“You lied,” the second man said, taking the gun from the couch and pointing it at me.

“I am sorry, I am sorry.” I knelt down, pleading. “I was going to the hospital when I bumped into the wounded man. I don't know him, I only helped him,”

“But you said you were in the hospital,” 

“I was. I had a shift at the hospital when I saw the man and rescued him. I just happened to run late—,”

“She is rumbling without answering the question,” he sighed and dropped down. I let out a relieved sigh.

“After saving the man, where did you go?” the calmer man asked.

“To the hospital. I couldn't carry the heavy man with me so I called someone to help him,”

“Nice of you to call me heavy,” I heard another voice coming from behind. I still remember when I heard the voice.

He sounded just like the injured man from that night. Or was I hallucinating?

I looked up at the person as the person took a seat opposite me.

“You,” I said, pointing at him. “If you are here and healthy, why am I here? And why are you asking me where I was?” 

“You took something that belonged to me that night. Where is it?” 

“If you are talking about taking some possible bacteria, viruses, and infections from your blood. And if you are asking where it is, I handled it already. I wasn't going to risk my life to save yours,” 

I saw the second and third guy who hadn't said anything smirk. 

“I was with a file that night, where is it?” 

File? I searched my brain and remembered the document whose content made no sense to me. 

“It was next to you when I left you,” I answered, confused.

“It wasn't. And you were the only one with me that night till I was rescued,”

“Are you saying I took the file?” I asked, astonished.

“Yes,” he said, sitting closer to the edge of the couch and leaning into me. “Where is the file?”

“I didn't take it. When I left you, I went to the hospital and got really busy. I don't know about your file,” 

He looked at me for a while as if he was trying to read me, to see if I was telling the truth.

“I have men right outside your home and in one order, my men will go in there and follow my command. Now tell me, where is the damn file?” He shouted at me.

“I don't have it,” I shook my head, tears forming in my eyes. “Please don't harm my family. Please,” a tear managed to slip from my eyes.

I didn't take the file. I have nothing to do with it.

“Let me see if you will start talking after giving my order,” he took his phone and put it to his ear.

“Go in now,” he said, his eyes on me. “Finish them,” 

“Now, please. I didn't take it. I ran and held his leg as tears flowed down my face.