Chapter 104 : Do What I Ask If You Want To Live
Chapter 104: Do What I Ask If You Want To Live
Sophie
My father's grips on me was unbreakable. No guard would be able to find us here, I doubted they would even think we were here. Coming into the maze was a death sentence itself and they would be looking for us everywhere else but not here. Tears rolled out my eyes as I led him, I could hear the faint sound of water. There was a fountain here too and there were other things here, it smelled bad. So freaking bad that I could barely breathe here. It smelled like rotten flesh and my feet hit something hard or slimey once in a while. I knew what was there and it made me want to sob harder.
If only I could break free from this monster that called himself my father. I would easily lose him in the maze and then he would be here till the Rizzo's came. He won't be able to get out. But as if he knew what I was thinking, his grip was tight on me. I tried to stall as much as I could but the fear which clouded my head was too much. I led him where he wanted me to, dreading coming out from the other side and then I felt it, a soft cold breeze on me. Then I saw it, the opening of the maze. Tears slid out of my eye, what would the Ridoam Taghi do to me? I have never felt this kind of fear before.
We stepped out, we were surrounded by woods and a broken fountain which had water pouring out of it in streams, falling on itself. There were at least twenty men around us and the one in the middle made me suck in a breath. My professor, my old art professor. He smiled at me and suddenly it all clicked. It was him who had been following me, it was him who had attacked me and it was him all along. I was stupid, how did I not realize this?
“Sophie,” his accent was different. He sounded foreign, he always had that tilt of accent, I had never paid enough attention to it.
“Step back, Robert. Please, you are not letting her breathe.”
The knife from my throat disappeared and my father stepped back and I stood there, the cold wind fluttering my hair and dress, my eyes widened with fear. I took a step back, wanting to get back into the maze but my arm was instantly grabbed by a man.
“No so soon, Miss Taylor.” My professor smiled again. His smile was sharp, expression amused as he looked at me like one would look at a pretty toy. Something to buy, play with and throw away when done and it made me shiver.
“Bring her to me.” The man pushed me towards my professor and fell into his arms, his sharp cologne which made me want to gag surrounded me as his arms wrapped around me. I struggled but he grabbed my wrists, chuckling.
“You didn't tell she was this fierce, Nneka?”
A woman stepped into view, brilliant blond hair up in a bun and face holding nothing as her eyes looked at me. She was wearing a family jacket which I knew must have a rectangle hole on the back.
“Sarah?” I muttered. Alnico cupped the back of my head, chuckling again.
“It is Nneka, Miss Taylor. Nneka Jones.”
Nneka Jones, Raphael Jones.
“Amd do you know who I am?” He asked into my ear softly, making me shiver with dread. I shook my head, eyes closing as tears formed. Nneka Jones.
“Patrick.” He chuckled.
“It was never Raphael, it was always me.”
Patrick? I had heard of Patrick Jones, I had heard that he died too but apparently, he was alive.
“Tie her,”
He pushed me off him and another man grabbed me. He tied a rope around my wrists, easily doing it even though I struggled and then he stuffed a cloth into my mouth, putting it so deep that it was only centimeters away from choking me. I whimpered as he picked me up and another man tied my ankle together and put a blindfold around my eyes.
“From what I have heard.” Patrick said, his voice filled with amusement.
“You should not have much problem with ropes.”
Disgusting bastard. The man holding me began walking, I tried to keep track of where we were going but it was too hard, making me lose track in mere seconds. Tears slid out of my eyes as I thought about Sarah. She was with them and it all made sense now. She was the cause of the fire, she was the one who poisoned Adriano. It was her and my heart didn't let me see it. How could I be so stupid? The one thing the Rizzos were scared of was happening now, I was in the clutches of the Ridoam Taghi and I wondered in what condition I would be by the time they got me back. They would save me, I am sure of it. I knew they would, no matter how much they lied to me. If there was something I trusted them completely with, it was keeping me safe. They would find me and they would keep me safe. I just had to survive till then.
The man’s hand on me was warm and rough, making me want to flinch away. His one hand around me was touching my breast and the other touched my thigh. If this was not the declaration of my fate with the Taghi, I didn't know what was.
I felt like I was going to die. I was in a moving vehicle, still bound on a man’s lap. The man who had carried me earlier had given me to him. His arms were around me, he smelled different and expensive. He was yet to speak a word, I sat there, frozen, trying to come to terms with everything which was happening. I felt a cold breath on my ear.
“If you want to live, you will do exactly as I say.” I struggled in his arms, his voice was deep and rich. Who was he?
“Fucking stop, Sophie.” He grumbled quietly into my ear, his arms tightening and his words were a command and I felt myself slowly losing the fight. I laid on his lap exhausted.
“Don't struggle with Max, he likes a good fight.”
The vehicle stopped and then cold wind hit me again as the man stepped out, carrying me effortlessly.
“Son, give her to Stan. He will throw her in the cell, you and I need to talk to Rizzoz.”
The Rizzos? Oh my goodness, where are they? I was passed around, like freight luggage and another man held me. He wasn't as gentle as the other one.
Son, was it Raphael?