One kiss is all it takes. chapter three

Alejandro's pov.

“Now don't do anything stupid…” Samson said as he tucked me in bed, “especially calling that son of a bitch, you're only going to do yourself harm.”

“Yes mother…” I said jokingly to which Samson chuckled.

“You know I am just doing my best to keep you safe.” Samson said with worry etched on his face.

“I will be leaving and I'll drop by early in the morning to check on you before I head out to work. I'll lock the door from the outside, you can unlock it yourself tomorrow morning yourself

He turned off the light and closed the door behind him.

I slowly fell asleep as I heard his car driving away but I was jolted back up when I heard the door knob rattling.

“Samson?” I called out drowsily in the darkness, “did you forget something?”

There was no response.

I tried to remember if I ever heard him pulling back in my driveway but I guessed I must have been deep asleep to have noticed.

I walked out my room to the living room sleepy eyed, “did you forget something? You know you could have called me to come bring it to you tomorrow, I am not that far gone.” I said.

The silence that followed creeped me out, I could feel the presence of another in my house and this presence was not friendly.

“Who is that?” I asked as I grabbed an umbrella, “I have a weapon And I am not afraid to use it, show yourself.” I yelled.

Without warning the lights in my living room flicked on, blinding me in the process.

“What the fuck!” I cursed as I covered both eyes, “Samson this is not the right time for tricks.”

“So that's his name? Samson huh?”

My blood ran cold, I hated the fact that I had to face the looming reality sober.

The thickness of that voice sent chills down my spine and I could not help but hate myself that I recognised it.

I blinked severally to get my eyes accustomed to the darkness and….

“No way…you!”

“So you do remember me?”

Before me stood the man from the bar, “what are you doing here? What do you want from me? How did you get in here?”

“All these questions would be answered in due time,but I suggest we go slowly.”

I was not having any of this, “get out of my house this instant!” I warned “or I'll call the police”

He chuckled, “Now when did a little call to the police ever stop me?”

I was not going to take any chances,my cell phone was in my bedroom up the stairs.

The only hope I had now was the landline. I rushed towards it but my journey was cut short when I heard the sound of a gun clicking.

“Now I wouldn't do that if I were you.” He warned.

“What do you want from me?” I asked, my legs trembling in fear for my life.

“You,you're coming with me.” He answered, “Apparently you have history with my family, you're a troublesome one aren't you?” He asked.

“Your family?” I asked, bewildered. “That's absurd, I mean I just met you today, if you call our little altercation a meeting.”

“Now why don't we cut out this horrible joke and move on with our lives, for all I know you might have gotten the wrong person.”

“I mean, is this not way too much for just a glass of beer?” I asked.

“Shut up!!” He ordered.

Hell no, there was no way that we're doing that.

“There's no way you're yelling orders at me, you better shoot me.” I answered.

“I mean it! Shut up!”

I obeyed instantly and I heard the sound of engines outside my house.

“Finally, help!” I screamed.

“No! You're coming with me.” He yelled as he grabbed me forcefully and ran down the stairs.

“Get your hands off me!” I yelled as I resisted, he managed to get me to the fire escape and stopped, “either way you're going to die, you had better pick your poison.” He said.

“Now, you can come with me or you can stay here and risk dying, like I said, you're a troublemaker when it comes to my family, so which is it? Me or them?” He asked.

I looked back in the direction we were coming from and into his eyes.

Something about his dark green eyes made me weak. Not even the fury in those eyes could prevent me from seeing the soft caring crevices of his soul.

I already made my choice. He was my choice.

“Fine, I'll go with you, but I need to tell Samson…”

“Not now, not today,there is no one I can trust. Let's leave!”

…………..

He loosened the blindfold that blinded me And my eyes gently adjusted to the brilliance of the room.

“Not bad, I might as well get comfy here.” I said.

“Well we're not done yet, and this is not a vacation.”

“No joke,”I said as I raised my hands, showing the cuffs he placed me in.

“I mean,I see why you would kidnap me…” I teased.

He held my mouth, only to hear the sound of sirens around the house.

“They followed us here?” He asked in surprise.

“Of course, you kidnapped me, help! Help! I am over here.” I yelled.

“Shut the fuck up, you would get us killed.” He warned.

“Better the police than you..” I said as I kicked him in the balls.

I ran as fast as I could to the door but he tackled me to the ground.

“You're not listening to me, they are my police, you did not call the police remember? Isn't it convenient that they followed us to your house and now to mine?”

This made no sense to me.

“Get up!” He grunted as he pulled me to the closest.

He punched certain numbers in a secret key lock and a door opened, “Get In!” He ordered.

I stood still.

“I said get in!”

With that, he shoved me into the closet and joined me.

The secret door had barely closed when the door to the bedroom burst open with a loud bang.