Chapter 79: PART II - Lucky Mafia Queen of New York City Chapter 79

Lucky

My head hurts and my right shoulder as I put my hand up to my forehead I feel something sticky. Bringing the fingers to my eyes I can see it is blood. What the hell happened to me? I can’t remember anything except for meeting up with Mia.

Mia, where is Mia? My best friend. We were having coffee then something happened. For the life of me I cannot recall anything. My world went black.

Where the hell am I right now? The room is dark and I am on an iron bed with only a mattress. And then I feel it. Something around my left wrist. I tug and hear the clanking of metal on metal.

What the hell? Am I chained to this bed? “Hey, hey!” I scream out. It would be obvious to think that someone has me chained up in this hole of a room. There is a small window on my right, it allows in some marginal light since it’s just one of those slit windows. There is a bulb hanging off a wire from the ceiling and beside the bed is a small round table with a lamp on it. Oh, and a glass of water. Well blow me down, how considerate of the fucker who has me?

And who would that be? My mind is blank I can’t recall a damn thing. Do I have amnesia? God this is frustrating. I need help. Who can help me? Who is in my life? Why can I not remember anything.

I lean my head back and start screaming as loud as I can, until my throat feels sore and I am hoarse. This is useless. I kick my feet on the bed, which thankfully are not chained. That is at least something. How can I get out of here? Where would I even go? I have no memory recollection of anything.

The dull ache in my head throbs and throbs. It is relentless like one of your worst migraines or cluster headaches. I resign myself that there isn’t a damn thing I can do right now whilst I wait for somebody, anybody to come and see to me.

I need to pee so badly. My bladder is full and aches. God, I hope I am not forced to go in my pants. How humiliating would that be.

Then I hear a key in the door, it makes a scraping sound that grates on the back of my teeth. It opens and a woman enters. I take her in. She is tall, at a guess around five nine. Her red hair is tied up in a high ponytail and her black jean style combat trousers hug her slender legs. The first word that comes to mind is exotic. With her high pronounced cheekbones, full lips made up with red lipstick and I can make out winged eyeliner at her eyes.

“You are awake then? Good. Welcome to your new home for the foreseeable future.” Her voice has a strong Russian accent. I furrow my brow. Should I know this woman? It is frustrating that I can’t remember a damn thing since sitting in the coffee shop smiling and chatting with Mia my best friend.

“Where is Mia?” I ask her flatly. She quirks an eyebrow at me.

“You do not need to worry about Mia.”

“What do you want with me? Why are you holding me? Who are you? I want some answers!”

She throws her head back and laughs like I have told her some hilarious joke. Being tied up and chained like an animal is, however no joke. I am angry and scared at the same time. What do they want with me?

“Are you going to hurt me? Do you want money, I don’t have any.”

She rolls her lips in. “Here’s the thing, Princess, you have buckets of money. You are stinking, fucking filthy rich. But no, it’s not your money I am after.” Me rich? How am I rich? What do I do for a living? Am I married? Is my husband rich? I shake my head as if rattling my brain will bring fore the answers. It is useless nothing comes to mind. Yet her calling me, Princess that gives me a familiar sensation over my body.

“I’m cold. I want a blanket.”

“You,” she sneers as she strides towards me not making a sound on the concrete floor since she is wearing what look to be black combat boots. “Are not in a position to make demands. Drink some water, we need you to stay hydrated.”

I see a thick belt around her hips now that she is closer and a handgun in its holster. I swallow hard. It’s then that I realize my life is in danger.

“Why have you got me chained up like this?” I move my hand and rattle the chain against the iron headboard.

“For your own good. We don’t want our Princess to make a run for it now do we? That would only result in her kneecaps being blown off.”

What? I glare at her. “You can’t keep me here for ever. Someone will be looking for me.” I hope. I mean I have absolutely no idea if anyone is looking for me. Do I have family? Surely, I must have. Hold on, she said I was stinking rich. That would indicate someone will be searching for me.

“How long have I been here?”

She places her hands on her slender hips. “A while, couple of hours.”

“How long was I out for?”

“What is with all the questions? No shut the fuck up.”

If I could get to her and bite her face, I damn well would. “I can’t remember anything. What did you do to me?”

She tilts her head to the left. I wonder if she thinks I am trying to blag her. “Can you remember your name?”

“No,” I whisper back frightened of what has just happened to me.

“Ha, we will keep it that way then. You will be here until we have conducted our business and then we might let you go.”

“Is that a guarantee? How long will it take for you to do whatever business you have to do?”

“Princess there are no guarantees. It depends on the outcome. We will either release you or kill you!”