Chapter Three

            She was stressing that they would take her out of the country and many negative thoughts were running through her head. It had been hours for them to drive. She was thinking about Sara. She was praying that her brother would have met her. She was hoping that they would be safe. Once she made a promise she knew to keep it and she made sure of it to fulfill at any cost. 

       She rested her back, sighing softly. She was feeling dead tired after sitting for hours in the same spot. She thought about taking a nap. But she was surrounded by enemies. Definitely, it would not be a good idea. She was waiting for them to stop the car. She could tell their Boss must be waiting for her heartily as he didn't show himself.

     Coward!

        She didn't really get it? Why did they want Sara? Her father died in a car accident a few years ago. Her mother must be in her house in the Italy. She had a decent family, a peace-loving one. There wasn't even a wage possibility of any enemy. They must have wanted something from her brother. She inhaled deep breaths, telling her brain to stop thinking so much. 

       "Where are you taking me? It has been hours." She asked, irked. 

       "Keep your mouth shut." The leader snapped. She could recognize them by their voices. 

       She wanted him to untie her hands so she could beat the hell out of him. She pursed her lips in frustration. She hit the back of his seat with her feet randomly, following his voice.

       She heard him cursing under his breath. She smiled and rested her head back. She stretched her legs. Then she remembered she was still in her shorts. It made her a little uncomfortable.

       ' Are they heating their eyes? I'd shoot them.' She tightened her jaw. 

       "Open this shit from my eyes." She shouted in irritation with the thought of someone leering at her stuck in her mind. 

       "Relax! No one is looking at you." A voice came from her right. 

       "Better no one. I'll send you all to your graves. " She snapped. 

        She heard him chortling and joining others later. 

       "Put it on her mouth. " The leader said. 

        After some seconds, she felt cloth on her mouth. He was tying it up. 

       "Rascals!" Her tone was muffled by the effect of cloth on her mouth. Randomly, She hit him with her head brutally. He squeaked in pain. 

      "I would have shot her right now. If Boss hasn't ordered me. He wants alive anyone from his family or his wife. " She heard someone saying. 

      Many names hovered in her head but no one seemed to endanger their territory and people having enmity with them. Particularly, Orlando Reyes, her eldest brother.

       After endless hours, he pulled over the car. She felt a crude hand wrapping around her arm. She jerked away from him and got out of the car. She heard a groan. She knew her kick was still affecting him. She smiled although her mouth was covered, perhaps they couldn't see her smile. 

        "Walk," A crude hand gripped her tightly. She randomly threw the kick forward. She heard a cry of pain. 

       She heard someone laughing from a distance but not so far. It perplexed her. Her brows pulled together. 

                'There are more. I need more bullets.'

        "Sir, she's a nuisance." She recognized the Leader's voice. Same crap who was sitting on Maria's lovely chair. She flew her leg in the air following the voice, again. It hit. Where? She couldn't see. But she heard someone writhing in pain. 

        Abruptly, she felt an intense hand on her arm. She could feel his anger through his touch as he yanked her. His scent hit her nose. It was kind of delicious. He whirled her strongly. She moved like a page of the book, perhaps to face him. She collided with him. She felt his strong abs against her front body. She could bet this person had a muscular body. He was reeking of power. She wasn't detesting his touch. It irked her. 

        "How dare you touch me?" She said but her covered mouth muffled her voice. 

        She lifted her knee to hit him in annoyance. He jammed her knee between his legs. It stunned her. Her weight was on her one leg. Her eyes must have widened if she wouldn't have blindfolded. She could feel his hot breath on her forehead. She was struggling to get free and hopping on left foot. 

       He must be tall, she thought. 

       She heard the same laughter again. But it wasn't that far this time. 

       "Tie her legs." The man said, who was holding her leg between his thighs. 

       "Yes, boss." Someone said. 

       'It is the same monster who attacked our house.' She thought. Anger coursed through her.

       She struggled but he tightened his legs around her bare leg. She wanted to punch him in the face. He didn't lose his grip, instead, he put his arm around her middle picking her up and taking both legs between his. She perceived rope wrapping around her skin. She tried to move but his legs were tightened around her. She hated it when someone touched her. But it was strange. His touch was not making her feel nasty. She was afraid of the touch of who was tying her legs. Her throat choked with tears as she recalled horrible memories. She trembled in dread. She felt the blindfold wet around the crack of her eyes.

       'Tears are not a sign of weakness. Sometimes they run down your eyes because you are hurt emotionally.'

       "He's just tying you. I don't want you to hurt my people." He cooed, he was still holding her legs between his. 

       She was breathing heavily. She evened her breaths, inhaling deeply. When she was tied, he removed his legs, taking a stride back. She was carrying her weight now. She felt a hand sliding under her thighs and a second one behind her back. She opened her mouth to shout. But it was also tied.

       ' Are they going to rape me,' She thought. Panicked, she wiggled to get on her feet again.

      She felt the smallest hair on her face rising in fear and a chill ran through its pore. Then she smelled his cologne. It relaxed her a bit but fear was still the same. 

       She could hear several footsteps following them. After five minutes, he put her on her feet. She picked her feet to step back. Her tied feet deterred her. She staggered. His strong hand saved her from falling. He helped her to balance herself and let go instantly. 

       "I got blindfolded. Why did you seal her mouth?" The same laughing man chuckled and asked. 

       "She has a bitter tongue, sir. " The leader spewed with hatred. 

       'Sir was the same person who was laughing. Then who is he?' She thought. She straightened her face at him. But she couldn't decipher who he was.

       "Remove it. I wanna hear her." He (Sir) chortled. 

       Someone pulled it from her mouth. She didn't speak. She was struggling to break the rope around her hands. 

       She heard footsteps toward her. She could guess under her blindfold. It was their Boss because steps were coming from the same direction from where laughter was coming. 

        She felt like losing her blindfold after some seconds. It slipped from her eyes and rested around her long neck. Her eyes were still closed and wet with tears. She knew after opening her eyes she would face problems for a second with light. So she kept them close. She slowly opened them. Two beautiful icy blue eyes were staring at her. It was carrying fire. She darted her gaze on his face. His dark brown hair was neatly combed making him more stylish. He had light pink lips. She hadn't ever seen a boy with pink lips. Indeed, she ignored them. He was the first one she was checking out.

       How can he be their boss? He looks so young around twenty-six or seven. He was wearing a dark brown suit. He is so handsome, she thought. 

       She lifted her eyes again. His gaze was still on her. She swallowed.

       Someone coughed. She blinked and looked to her left. He was also of the same age as the monster, with blue eyes, and black hair, a bit shorter than him and handsome but not like him, the icy one. 

       "Have you both done with checking out each other?" He laughed. 

       She got from his laughter that he was the same man who was laughing again and again. His people addressed him as 'SIR'. His comment was embarrassing. Heat crept on her cheeks.

       "Shut up! Adam." Monster snapped. 

       "Chill, brother, I'm just kidding." He smirked. 

       'Are they brothers? Yes, they look similar.' She thought.