IV - Kidnapping?

What kind of men did I come to fall in with?

My heart began to pound with great speed, sending terror from my feet to my head.

I was inside the cage of dangerous lions and they had me trapped; they were going to devour me if I didn't stop what was happening.

I couldn't believe how intimidating the men in business suits could look, as if they had been given a bonus to terrorize my system to the point that my soul had escaped my body.

"My little Amalia, how bad you look," I paid attention to the owner of the voice and eyes of a different color watched me with questionable concern; I could tell from the corners of his lips that he was amused by the situation we were in.

I couldn't control my feelings and was confused by their faces.

"Who are they?" I asked worried for my own life.

"Excuse me?" the other man who hadn't spoken so far said quizzically; his ashen hair looked darker than the pallor of my skin from being in that situation.

"You don't remember us?" questioned the one with the hetetochromia, amused and surprised, "I thought that was a lie."

I watched out of the corner of my eye in terror as the man next to me had complicit glances with the strangers, as if they knew something I didn't.

"Don't you even remember these beautiful eyes, you won't be able to find them in the whole world, it's impossible to forget me," he leaned on the desk, staring at me, as if that would remind him.

I didn't want to admit it out of fear, but I did recognize them, as well as the gray hair.

They owned blurry, distant memories that made me feel uncomfortable; as if they were looking for someone else.

"Will she be faking it?"

"Max, don't you see her soulless face, unless we've met an actress, that scared face isn't faked," complained the one who seemed to have a more fluid attitude than the other two; his different eyes made me shiver.

I was in a police and detective station, but I felt in danger.

"I can check," Max stepped ahead of us and I backed up in fright, bumping into Maddox's chest.

"No," I denied with determination, but was surprised to feel the man behind me grab my hands and put them above my head.

I watched as my attempts failed and the two men reached out to touch my body, as if they had the right.

"I would like to know if you are distracted or just didn't notice that you had a huge bruise on your waist," he lifted my blouse and pulled my pants down a little, to reveal a purple spot, "Or the rest of your back," through the reflection of the glass, I watched dumbfounded as the marks I hadn't taken the time to check ascended.

Not only had I been distracted, but I replaced my physical pain with mental pain.

"And I wouldn't want to know what your butt*cks must look like," Max commented, crossing his arms.

"I do want to know," the other one stepped forward and with an unknown force, I let go and made my way behind the black-haired one.

"Dax, can you act like an adult?"

"You're being too benevolent, Maddox, I'm surprised. In your five senses you would have already kidnapped her from the first moment," the named Dax commented, his countenance changing, "You know the risk we're taking coming all this way."

Kidnap me he said?

"You wouldn't miss anything, even if it was dangerous," Max rolled his eyes at the conversation.

"Yeah, me, but him," he pointed out, "I thought I'd see her scared to death and she seems to be protecting herself in him, don't you find that ironic?"

"It's ironic that you're acting like a teenager, Dax."

"That's ironic too, but it's fun to get out of my comfort zone," the aforementioned added and I watched as Maddox patiently checked his cell phone.

"The only thing ironic and stupid is that we're still here wasting time," the black-haired one interrupted the two's conversation, drawing our attention, "Just take her," he ordered and I widened my eyes in surprise as he turned away from me, leaving me at the mercy of the dangerous lions.

Max pulled handcuffs from his pocket and Dax a handkerchief; they looked at me with determination, as if they knew I was about to escape.

However, I was aware of the fate I had after having discovered the reality behind those diamond rings.

I raised my hands in peace.

"You don't have to tie me up, I can go alone, you don't have to," I implored, slowly backing away, "I promise."

"Go ahead, little girl," Max gave me room to walk to the front, while Maddox waited by the door.

I swallowed saliva, scared to death; my soul had left my body from the first moment I was the target of those gray eyes.

And as if it wasn't enough to feel in complete emotional turmoil, to walk out of the meeting room and see the police officers with their backs turned to other men who with their faces covered were pointing at their heads.

My friend Lev, who was standing next to the detective, watched me in fear and confusion, and I could do nothing to return to her side. Three men covered me like a protective field, but the reality was different.

I lifted my shoulders without understanding what was going on.

"Mr. Dangello," the detective spoke, "Do you wish to cancel the investigation of Miss Francesca Lapore?" he asked and I immediately looked worriedly at Maddox, who was watching him with an intimidating coldness.

I intended to object to this, but he looked sideways at me and his eyes darkened.

I shut my mouth at once.

"No, just remove my wife as a suspect and her friends," he ordered and I didn't know whether to be concerned or relieved.

My body began to tremble as I heard him say 'wife', as if it was a signal about the danger I was in.

I was the wife or captive of three men, apparently dangerous.

"What the fuck is going on, Ami?" asked Lev inaudibly and I responded in kind.

"I don't know," I denied and raised my hand, pointing to the rings, "Wait for me at the hotel, quiet."

"What, where are you going with those maniacal kidnappers?"

I lifted my shoulders.

 "I notified Amalia's family about her current condition and the one who was her fiancé," I opened my eyes in surprise and didn't think.

"No!" I shouted worried and scared.

Everyone turned to look at me in surprise, even the men who looked like killers behind Maddox.

My family couldn't possibly know the craziness I was in, let alone who I was going to marry tomorrow.

I was supposed to find the words to explain the situation to them, but it had gotten out of hand; now I didn't know where they were taking me or if I would return to my family, but I didn't want to disappoint or hurt the people I loved because of my mistakes.

One of the men made the muse of cutting his neck, as he looked at me insistently and I felt my legs give out on me.

"Maddox," Dax called to attention.

"I'll let her slide this time; she'll soon learn," he objected and I didn't understand anything that was going on.

What was he paying for in this life?

What enemies had he made in one night?

"We're leaving," Maddox trailed off, ending the meeting and I just watched as the men obeyed, "I expect a prompt response on the investigation; I'm sure Amalia would want to know who murdered her friend, before she went back to her life."

Max wrapped one of his arms around my waist and forced me to walk back along with them, to the exit, where very intimidating black vans were waiting for us.

Now the doubt was who they were, their true reality and how they had tormented my life without trying.

The police and the detective gave me to understand that I was alone with those three intimidating and dangerous men.

And I didn't know why they were trying so hard to have me.

What were they hiding from me?