I liked to think that I'd have remembered everything Mark taught me on what to do in case of an emergency if I hadn't been out cold.
It took me exactly one minute after I woke up to realize that I wasn't in my oversized four poster bed in my penthouse apartment.The bed I woke up in was a full size bed. I'd last slept on a bed this small in my college days.The mattress was also way too firm to make for a good sleep.I sat up in a rush and regretted it instantly.My head hurt like a bitch and my vision went spotty for a bit. I groaned.What !. What ! Someone had drugged me and dumped me here. The question was why?The last thing I remembered was feeling like a damn fool about being rejected by Mark and running off to lick my wounds in private.After that, everything else was a blur. I was supposed to be worried about myself, who knew what the sick psycho who had abducted me wanted? And yet the only thing I could think about was how worried Mark was going to be. I bit off a curse. I couldn't believe myself.I was thinking about that asshole even after I offered my heart on a platter of gold to him and he thrown it down and stomped all over it."Good, you're awake." My head shot up at the accented voice that had spoken.The man that stood at the door was tall and imposing. Dark hair was slicked back from his head, the top cut longer than the sides. His eyes were deep brown pools that were regarding me blankly.A scar cut across his left brow, giving him a roguish look. It didn't detract from his beauty in any way. It was safe to say that this was one of the most good-looking men I'd ever seen. He had the facial structure of a GQ model. High cheekbones, strong jaw framed by a five o'clock shadow, aquiline nose and a full mouth.Tattoos peeked out the neck and sleeves of the dark grey t-shirt he had on. I tore my eyes away from him quickly, disturbed by the way I was ogling him.It was the first time I was taking note of the room I was in. It was painfully bare. Except from the bed, an ugly oversized couch at one end and a wardrobe, there was nothing else in the room."Who are you? You'd better get me home before Mark finds you." I snapped.His eyebrows shot up. "I'm not gonna hurt you principessina."I scoffed."If you cooperate of course." He added."Cooperate? Sorry, I don't cooperate with criminals.""I'm not going to hurt you. I've said this before. I've been assigned to keep you here till señor Temper keeps his part of the deal.""What deal?" And most importantly, since when did my father start making 'deals' with criminals."That is not important.""And what exactly does cooperation entail?""I tell you to eat, you eat. I tell you to go to bed, you go to bed."Anger boiled my blood. Nobody had ordered me to go to bed since I was five. I was definitely not going to take orders from a henchman."And what do you expect me to do from sunup to sunset? Stare at the walls? I'll go crazy. You might not know this, but I loathe being idle.""It's none of my business. Be grateful that I'm not keeping you tied to the bed and giving you fifteen minute bathroom breaks." He said."When you go to bed tonight, pray to whatever God you serve that you didn't leave any trial for Mark to follow. I'll to be such fun to watch Mark break your hands for laying them on me." I snarled. I didn't even know whether I was making empty threats. I'd never been napped or targeted in my life. I didn't even know why Charlie kept on shelling out a boatload of cash to pay for a security detail.Nothing exciting ever happened to me. But, I guess there was a first time for everything. I couldn't say I was a fan though. I'd rather go back to pining after the most elusive man in the world.But Mark was protective of me. Madly over protective to be honest. For god sake the man counted how many shots I drank when we were out and cut me off at exactly ten like the party pooper he was.We both knew that he was going past his duty as my bodyguard but neither of us ever addressed it.So it wasn't a stretch to imagine that Mark wouldn't treat this man who had drugged me and taken me to a place unknown to a friendly brunch.I was disappointed by the tattoo guy's lack of reaction to my threat."I'm sure Mark would harm me adequately once he's done thinking about how to pretend you never threw yourself at him and notices you're missing." He smirked.It was the first hint of expression I had seen on his face and I wanted to slap it off him so bad. I couldn't believe he had seen that embarrassing display. How long exactly had this bastard been following us?All the anger bled out of me. I blinked back the tears that were pooling in my eyes. No way was I letting this A-hole see me cry.It was too late for that judging by the way his expression went from cocky to pained, his eyes searching mine."Coffee? I'll go-uhm-" and then left the room. Maybe Mark wasn't looking for me. Maybe he was glad I was gone. Maybe he was taking his sweet time, glad to get rid of me.The thought ached.I shook off the thought.What did the tattooed baddie know about me and Mark? The man was so damn noble and loyal.He took his duty more seriously than anyone ever should. I was sure he was combing through every grain of sand in search of me.Even though I was pissed that I'd let Mr. Dark, dangerous and tall's words affect me, I had also realized something. The over six feet tall man couldn't handle seeing a woman cry. I smirked.Well, well, well.Would you look at that?What!There were very few things that could still surprise me. It came with the job for the most part. I had rigorous training in anticipating the worst. Always. Tiffany being taken from me was the first surprise I had had in a long time.The second came the very next day when Charlie Temper summoned me to his home office. Charlie’s home was the most unassuming, humble place you would think a billionaire, ex king of wall street, now aspiring senator would live. It was bullshit of course. It was all a carefully crafted image to draw in supporters for his campaign. It was also secure as hell. 24/7 armed security, bullet proof windows and doors and the whole works. It was overkill to me and I thought that Temper was one paranoid son of a bitch.I walked into Temper’s office ready to give him my whole spiel about how I was going to get Tiffany back and make whoever took her pay.The door had barely clicked shut behind me when Temper whirled around from where he was standing at the win
Mark is my daughter's preferred bodyguard, but I do not trust him. Considering his demeanor and his reaction when I suggested that he takes a break off Tiffany case, I do not think he was convinced. In any case, though, why should I worry about Mark? He was dismissed from the military and I saved him, by offering him a job has my daughter's bodyguard—a six-figure salary. Not a single time have I withheld or delayed his paycheck. I always treat him on a shopping trip because he does such a wonderful job of keeping my daughter safe. What on earth is he looking for this time? If he ever wants to live, he needs to give up on my daughter's case; if not, I will find his mother and have her taken. I am a politician; he should know better than to mess with me. Or should I call on someone to trail him? Yes! I am going to do just that. I need to be specific about what Mark is working on to enable me to mount my guard. Grabbing my phone, I tried to contact Mark, but for the first time since
"Fucking Italian”? I slurred. I was baffled as to why he was following me. Last time I checked, nobody knows my identity in this city. Not even getting a job done as an ex militant , Have been very careful.I keep trying to figure out who the Italian guy was and why he was on my trail but I was clueless . I closed up my track properly after the escapade at the military base. At this point, I could think of only one prime suspect: Temper. I have worked with him for over 15 years now ,and I could tell how cunning he is. He noticed how I rumbled my eyes after he asked me to allow Tiffany case be. He did not send me on this long vacation for nothing. According to my understanding, he may have done so to keep me from finding Tiffany. I drove slowly to see if the car would do the same, and it did. When I stopped driving, the car stopped as well. I was completely dazed. I needed no one to elucidate further. “Hey mate, you there?” Rex holla at me over the phone. I was unable to speak fur
It's baffling how no one has come to my rescue yet, not even Mark, whom I considered my guardian angel. But somehow, I got this feeling that he would show up eventually. I have faith in Mark more than I do in my Father. It's the smallest place I have ever seen. I only see places like this in the documentary Or movies.Aside from the fact that the room was a little Dark with an old couch. it seems difficult for me to Escape. I only remember waking up with a headache not even a trace of how I got here. How do I then plan my escape if no one comes for me ,I thought to myself .A little door by the side of the wardrobe was the rest room and it also had some dreadful skull drawings and weird inscriptions on the wall written in Italian. I wasn't sure what those words meant, but I could tell they meant trouble. It's a good thing I couldn't read Italian, though. I mean, knowing what the words meant could sum up my sufferings.I thought I had seen it all when I leaned forward and caught a
Just like me, Rex is still finding it difficult to decipher how I can evade this attack on me. The car still trailing behind me , and I don't even know what to do. My head's spinning right now and it might explode soon.I glanced through my side mirror and was shocked to discover that the stalker was actually on mask."Shit!'' I groaned. It only worsened the situation. I thought I would be able to capture his face and forward it to Rex. Perhaps, that would enable us to track his identity faster.“You still there?”I could hear Rex's voice over the phone, but I wasn't paying attention. What if the stalker had a Gun? How do I defend myself? I wasn't even prepared for this shit.I had no Gun or any weapon of any sort. It all appears like I was being monitored closely by this stalker. Who could have sent him? The gang that kidnapped Tiffany or Temper?“If you can hear me right now, I need you to navigate to your right corner with speed,” an instruction came from Rex. I heard it this time
I sat up and looked around ,I tried finding the gun I took from the stalker.You finally awake, it been two days I was called to find you by your friend Rex.I am joe ,Rex’s friend he said ,stretching forth his hand for a handshake. Don't worry your gun is safe. How were you able to find me and where is my phone? Rex sent me your last location and I followed the map and got to were your car was and I searched the area. Found you unconscious and brought you here.Oh here is your new phone, it was badly damage so I had to get you a new one also I found out your car has a tracker so I dumped it .Temper most have had the car tracked, thanks man I owe you.Not to worry, Rex is my very good friend, I will do anything for him.he said tapping me on my shoulder.You should eat something, I made you sandwich, you have only been on drip for the last 48 hours, Joe reminded me again .Am okay, have stayed more days underground, I was once a solider, so I can survive. I boosted I need to ge
At this point, I'm beginning to think Mark doesn't give a fuck about me. What's taking him so long to show up and rescue me from this despicable place? I can't even breathe right now. The atmosphere lurking around is driving me crazy.Not even my Dad or Mark knows my whereabout or even to ask about my destination. Could there be more to this? Is my Father somehow connected to my kidnap? I doubt that! I mean, my Father loves me so dearly. He doesn't joke with me a bit. How would he do this to me, knowing it'll hurt me badly? I need answers. This doesn't even make sense to me. Damn it!I searched for my phone to call my Father and the unexpected happened. My phone has been taken away , just when I required it the most. Why am I being plagued by misfortunes lately?Who do I turn to now for refuge? I flickered my gaze around, but was unable to find anyone to bail me out of this unfortunate situation.Luckily for me, I spotted Stefano approaching my direction with a pack of food. I was
It's been 4 horrific hours with Temper, and he still won't let go. It's the worst hours of my life I can't get back. Here I was believing his numerous guests would distract him and overturn his decision, sadly it didn't.A thousand times I pleaded with him, but not for once did he listened. His attitude wasn't stunning to me. I mean, I knew he was a jerk, but It never occurred to me that he would forcefully include me in this case. Temper and I haven't crossed each other's paths in the past or had any altercation that would make him want to lead me to my destruction. I'm pretty sure I'll be apprehended by the cops even before I get to find Mark.After seeing his last guest at the exit door, Temper rushed back to me and opened his drawer to bring out the pistol gun.“Damn you,” I muttered succinctly and groaned in silence. I grinned my teeth angrily, but I couldn't do anything stupid to him. Temper is heavily guarded. It might take a miracle for me to get past his security.“Take t