While the two were busy arguing the simple man in black shirt was watching her with his hawk like eyes. Bee felt a little uncomfortable under his watchful gaze; still on her knees she tried to shift here and there uncomfortably.
The two didn't stop talking until the spectacled man spoke; he just said a single word in a low tone yet it managed to calm those two restless souls.
The man said few more words and they received a firm nod by the woman; she walked up to the Bee and sat on her knees. Pulling up she started to undo Bee's shackles; from this close proximity Bee finally saw her face and she was spellbound. That woman in biker gear was a real beauty.
Bee in her life had come across many beautiful woman; the place where she worked had some of the really gorgeous woman on Earth. But she had never seen anything like this woman whose beauty was ethereal even without any makeup. Her features and looks were breathtakingly alluring, either it was her dove eyes or pouty lips... She was a rare definition of beautiful.
The woman undid Bee's hands and started at her, passing her the bottle of water she commanded, "Drink!"
Bee whose throat was already yearning for moisture ignored every other thought and accepted the water bottle without any protest. Twisting the cap open she chugged half of the content in the bottle within a blink of an eye. After she was done drinking she kept the bottle aside and silently observed the people.
It wasn't that she was afraid or anything, it was just that she had no idea what she was supposed to say. There were million questions in her head. She really wanted to ask about their identity and their purpose of bringing her here. But... Will it be polite for her to ask these questions all of a sudden.
The woman had a stone face, nothing moved in her face except for her eyes which used to blink every now and then. She opened the little box she had with her and took out a bottle of medicine. She carefully opened the bottle, pour a few drops on the cotton and started to aid the scratches and cuts on Bee's arm and forehead.
The gel was a bit too hard as it started to burn on the wounds, Bee hissed in pain. The women warned in a flat tone, "Don't move or I will make a few more cuts in tour body and pour the whole medicine on you!" Bee immediately stopped moving but her harsh tone and warning pricked jn her heart; she was a little girl and wasn't used to anyin5 talki5 to her like this.
She folded her fists and tried her best to push down her urge to cry. A dull pain surfaced in her throat as she unsuccessfully tried not to let a single tear drop off her eyes.
Bee's tender eyes filled with tears as she shivered slightly. The woman noticed this and looked up at her; maybe it was her stare that made her more terrified. Her eyes gave up as tears started to rain off them like pearls off a broken string.
Her crying intensified as her soft sobs and sniffs echoed in the room. The tall man let out a frustrated grunt before saying something angrily to the man with black spectacles. The man didn't give him any notice as he signaled the woman to continue with her work.
The woman didn't pay any attention to Bee's sobbing as she continued her aid. Within two minutes she managed to clean off Bee's wounds and put band-aids on major cuts.
The woman backed off and again the three started at the girl sitting helplessly on the floor, satiating her cries.
The woman asked, "Do you speak Spanish?"
Bee silently stared at them terrified; she was just too scared to speak out a word. The woman seemed to be loosing her patience on her as she hiked up her voice, "I asked if you speak Spanish!"
Bee trembled and like before broke into tears, she was really not enjoying what was happening with her. Too afraid to stay mum she nodded with a no replying her question. The woman then asked, "What is your name?"
Bee sniffed, controlling her hiccups she managed to speak out, "B... Be... Bee... Bee!"
"Bee?"
The girl rubbed her nose and nodded in agreement. The woman asked about her address and Bee somehow managed to say out the club where she was working. With the mention of Seductress the expression of the woman changed... Was she that kind of woman.
Who cares?- She said to herself and asked the main question, "Which gang do you belong to?"
"Huh?" Bee was puzzled! Gang? Seriously... What kind of gang? Why will be she in some gang? She muttered, "I am not in any gang!"
"Then how much did they lay you for the assassination?"
Bee felt as if her world slip off when she heard the word assassination. Why will she kill anyone, she never even hurt a fly purposely! Bee retaliated, "I didn't assassinate anyone, you have got the... W... Wrong person. Little Bee is an angel, she is good..."
The woman who had seemingly lost her patience pulled out her gun out of nowhere and triggered it; the sound of the metal cackling thundered something within Bee. She was scared, she really really was scared. The woman was no more beautiful but looked vicious and hellish to her.
The woman warned, "Don't you dare lie; admit everything and we will let you go!"
"I am not lying..." Bee cried, "I really didn't kill anyone."
The woman looked at the spectacled man and asked her again, "Then how did you find our boss last night?"
"B... Boss?" Bee asked, confused!
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Bee was confused whom they were talking about. Boss? She had no knowledge of any Boss...The woman confronted, “You were spotted next to our Boss last night in that abandoned park when we came for rescue. Can you explain what you were doing in there?” Bee finally understood who they were talking about; it must be the wounded guy whom she saved last night.Did they just say that he was their Boss? Does it mean he is safe and sound? Bee shook her head and asked again to confirm it for once an all, “Is... Is Ryan your Boss?As if something was fishy the woman looked at the spectacled man for a few seconds before pulling out a gun and placing it on her side neck. The nozzle was right on her skin, Bee could feel the coldness of the metal seeping through it. It took her a while to analyse what her position was and when she finally felt the gun nozzle pressing hard on her neck Bee was terrified. It was normal
Ryan's eyes broke open as he sat up straight, looking around he found himself in his bedroom. The wound was already bandaid, he was put on head. Due to being unconscious for too long his visions and memories were still blur and slowly regaining their stability.It was 14th of February, the Valentine's day when every soul out there would be cherishing their memories with their loved ones but for Ryan it was the day of utmost pain and heartbreak. It was that one day of the year when he would be the saddest; with this day approaching he would become more silent and finally would hide away from everyone. He would most probably be drunk, passed out somewhere on the street or sobbing in solitude. Sadly, it has been like this for the past three years.At the initial days everyone in his clan tried to talk to him but what he lost was something more precious than his own life, there was no word which could heal or make him feel better.Every
The man spat his vicious words with a blant emotion, his handsome face had no once of guilt or remorse. The system in which he was part worked on Jungle rule- kill or get killed! Bloodshed and violence, he was long used to it... Ryan deep down knew that if he spared their lives they will come back at him again and who knows, he was lucky that he stumbled on that girl or else he would have been killed without mercy.Ryan's face finally changed as he remembered the girl, after that night she was nowhere to be seen. What happened to her, was she alright?Without giving the pleading men another glace Ryan turned towards the door to walk away, Jack signalled for his men to carry out the Boss's orders before following closely behind.Ryan spoke, "Was there some girl when you found me?"Jack understood who he was referring to, he rubbed his nose and answered, "A girl named Bee was indeed found at the locati
Ryan's hand stopped mid air, he looked at Jack and then at the girl lying on the bed. She looked nothing like her but for a moment managed to deceive him who had her impression still afresh in his mind.Substitute? Can he ever find another one like her?Ryan always believed that there was only one her in the whole world; no one could ever replace her, atleast not the place she held in his heart. But today, not only did this prisoner stir something long lost within him but also managed to give him an illusion that it was her.The man silently recalled everything he did in that spur of moment, he took the life of two of his own men just becua5 they had I'll intentions for her. This was strange because he never cared for anyone and no one was that important for him to take away lives in anger.This was not the first time he had some woman in his custody, there were many female assassins who once tried t
Bee's eyes tore open to the blazing sun shining through the window, due to the long sleep her eyes were still sensitive and involuntarily snapped die to the rays. It was already afternoon of the next day, for a few minutes Little Bee sat upstraight on the bed trying to figure out where she was actually.Jogging her memories she realized that two men broke open the door and were harassing her, slapping and pinching her wildly. They were about to sting a syringe in her hand when a tall guy came and made them let go of her.Yes, it was him... Prince Charming!Little Bee's eyes flared open as she looked around. Neither was she curled up on the cold floor nore was she in pain. She was wearing a silk pajama and her wounds were already treated, she was cozy in that large bed which could easily accommodate two. How did she end up here, this place looked foreign!It didn't long for her to recollect everything, she was fainte
The door was slammed behind him with a loud thud which sent shiveres down Bee's spines. She flopped on her bed recalling what all he said just before getting out of the room."Forget about leaving?" What was he referring to? Did he mean that there was no way she was leaving this place? Bee's eyes flared open with confusion and agony- oh, please tell me he was kidding! Spending the rest of my life with these inhumane people who had no idea how to be nice or grateful? Hell no, there was no way she was living here for another minute.But... How was she gonna escape back home? She neither had the knowledge of route nor money to afford a fare. And moreover armed men were everywhere, she dared not to think what all can happen to her if she tried to leave, it could be fatal as she had already experienced the treatment served by these people. Little Bee couldn't start to think about how she was gonna lead the life of a prisoner in this troublesome place.
The room was engulfed in an awkward silence as the man shot her a piercing glance; Rose and Jack looked at each other, a bit perplexed to be precise. Ryan stared blankly at her trying to piece her words and make something logical for his human brain to understand. His eyes were as silent as some stream lost in the woods. While the two were getting stressed out back there this girl was casting him an angelic smile. Everyone knew that Ryan hated to be kid around with; if this idiot was to piss him the one who would be getting punished would be the two who brought her here. What they could say, the girl was ordered to be left unscratched even if she was skinning someone alive.The man calmly asked, “What are you trying to say?” Bee nodded, blushing her heart out. Whatever she said was as true as the Moon and Sun; she indeed had seen and has been seeing him in her dream for the past four years since she was in the club. Te dream was not like some usual l
Ryan remained silent for a while before commenting nonchalantly, “What’s up with her?” Jack was rendered speechless by this young man’s carefree attitude; did he not understand what he was inquiring about. The man asked, “I am asking if we are taking her along with us or...”The man took another long drag again, with his eyes attached to bright burning cigarette between his fingers and lips parting to give way to another wicked smoke ring he replied without giving it a thought, “Of course she is coming with me. There is nothing important enough to ask in it.” Jack was disappointed but not surprised, this man was unpredictable; somewhere deep down Jack knew that he was stubborn and was not going to let go of her but he mistakenly judged that he was sane and would think out things applying logic.“But how is she gonna live with us? Did you think about it once?”“I did...” He puffed out the stick in his arms in a nearby ashtray and shoved his han