THE MAFIA’S CAPTIVE ANGEL

In what felt like an hour, I managed to successfully pull my hands out, and I winced in pain. I bent down to free my legs. running to the door barefoot. I opened it slightly, not wanting to attract any attention. I peered out to see if there was anyone out there, breathing out in relief when I saw no one.

I opened the door, running out with no idea where I was going. I saw pieces of glass on the floor and picked up one in case I needed to defend myself. I kept on running until I slammed into a wall.

No, not a wall, but a person.

I slowly raised my head to see Marcos staring down at me with a demonic smile on his face. He grabbed my head tightly, making me wince in pain.

“I guess it’s my turn to have fun,” he says slyly. His grip tightened, almost pulling out my skull.

I remembered the broken battle piece on my hand and used it to stab him in the waist. While loosening the grip on my head, I didn’t stop there and kept stabbing him till he didn’t move. I had blood splattered all over my face and hands. I continued making my way, looking for the exit, until I saw one. I wasted no time racing out of the door and into the forest. It was dark outside as I kept running around. I had no idea how long it had been since I escaped, but I felt exhausted, and my feet were bleeding after being picked by thorns in the woods.

My stomach rumbled. The sun was already rising, which meant I had been running all night and there was still no sign of civilization. My chest heaved as I continued to run, making no attempt to take a rest. “I must protect my baby,” I kept chanting to myself. When I heard the sounds of cars and people talking, tears fell down my cheeks. I dragged my weak body after the noise.

People around me stared at me like I had two heads. They all had a look of worry and fright on their faces. I guess I would, too, if I saw myself. I walked into an old diner; the place had few people eating in it. I made my way to the counter when an old woman walked in. She took in my appearance. A look of worry crossed her face.

“Oh caro, non sembri a posto. Oh dear, you don’t look okay”. I saw the kindness in her, and it sort of felt welcoming.

“Please, can I use your phone?” I managed to whisper it out. She raised her palm as a way of telling me to wait, then walked into a small room before walking out. She handed me a couple of coins and pointed to a pay phone just outside the diner.

“Thank you.” I smiled weakly.

I walked out of the diner to where the payphone was, inserting the coins. I dialled the one number I could think of; it rang three times, and anxiety was eating me up when he finally answered.

“Ciao.” His voice sounded furious, and his tone was strained and stressed.

“Nikolai. Help me, please”. Despite the situation created by Zoey, all I could do was hope that he would listen to me and come to my rescue.

“Mani, is that you, baby?” He cried out, worried. A sob left my lips. “Where are you?” he said fiercely. I looked around my surroundings with no clue where I was.

“There are trees; a ditch is close to a highway. Nikolai, I don’t know. I have no idea where I am; I’m scared.” I cried. I covered my mouth with my palm to control my sobs. I looked around for anyone suspicious.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Don’t worry, princess. I have someone tracing the call.” He tries to comfort me. Tears kept flowing down my eyes; some landed at my bare feet. I heard Sin screaming in the background at someone. “Get it done fast.” and “What am I paying you for? Do it now.” were all I could hear. He swears loudly, and I heard something hitting the floor and shattering into pieces.

“Nikolai!” I called out to him before the line died. “Nikolai,” I say more loudly.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” he asked all at once.

“I need to tell you something, so listen,” I said, but he started talking again.

“yes amore. I need you to… ” He started, but I cut him off; I needed to warn him about Zoey.

“No, listen; I don’t have much time. Do not trust Zo.” Before I could complete my sentence, I felt something hard hit my head, and I stumbled before falling to the ground. “My eyes are blurry. making it hard for me to see anything.

Two strong arms picked me up and carried me, bridal style, to a car while I struggled to keep my eyes open.

Please, Sin, come save me.

Come save us.

I whispered to myself before falling into darkness.