Chapter 2 Package to the Don
Linda never knew when to stop trying.
She wasn't going to let her sister's lineage reap anything good or worse, even continue to live.
That was why she was trying this last plan of getting rid of her.
For her, this was a very lenient way.
Madison’s leg tangled underneath her soft sheet, her whole senses at alert. She couldn’t breathe. She felt suffocated.
She was being suffocated.
Linda added more pressure on the pillow, choking Madison with the sole aim of killing her. “Die. I’m just trying to end your suffering.”
Madison mumbled soft pleas but they barely passed the pillow, she held Linda’s hand in an attempt to push them away but her grip only got stronger -
She was no match for Linda.
Maybe she just couldn’t escape death anymore.
As she struggled with her last breath, her hand losing its strength, she faintly heard the door open. Linda hurriedly pulled the pillow away, exposing Madison to fresh air.
Madison could cry, breathing such sweet fresh air. It was like she was being born again - given another chance.
Mr Turner raised his eyebrow at Linda and Madison, weirdly. Since when did they stay together in an environment - especially Madison’s room.
Madison, for once, was thankful for her father barging into her room but that was short lived when he pushed Linda aside softly.
“If she doesn’t finish the job, I will.” Mr. Turner said launching forward as his hands grabbed her neck. The switch up was so fast. “I’ve always wondered what it felt like being the one to snatch your last breath away from you.”
Madison choked, tears spilling down her cheeks. Her hand clutched around his, weakly
Then she heard her door swing open widely. She jerked up, breathing heavily. She looked around her room, her father and Linda were not there. She held her neck, it didn’t hurt.
“Oh God!” She cried in relief. They were now attempting to kill her in her dreams too? She wondered.
“Bad dream?” A man frowned at her. Her body perked up, alert.
He was tall and big - twice her size to be precise, piercing scattered all over his face - tattoos complimenting it side by side. His eyes held both thunder and storm in them, telling her he wasn’t here to play games. He was here for serious business.
Act blind. She reminded herself
“Who… who’s there?” She asked, tapping her hand in the air.
“You’re fucking kidding me.” The man growled, storming outside. “Linda! You better come right here and explain this shit before I blow off y’all’s bloody brains!”
Madison’s heart jumped on hearing such vile word. Her hand trembled beside her. She tucked it under her leg to hide it.
Linda and her father were suddenly pushed inside her room. She almost slipped out a gasp. Her father’s face was swollen up making him look hideous. If not for the tension that lingered in the air, she would’ve laughed at him - no, that'd contradict her acting.
Finally, someone could beat the shit out of him.
“She’s blind I know but trust me, she can do everything I told you. She can suck dick if you want or jerk you off…” Linda was physically trembling in fear, it distorted her speech. “Please Draco.”
The man, Draco, sighed first before making his way to Madison. He roamed his eyes all over her body in a dirty manner, licking his dry lips. She was looked appealing physically, at least. She flinched when his hand touched her shoulder, fear gripping her chest.
She could never get used to being touched by strangers. Not even the clients Linda had her take care of while she handled other married men.
Disgusting.
“Virgin?”
“Yes.” Linda answered immediately. “Help me out here, Joe!” She yelled irritatedly at her husband. He was meant to help her convince Draco to take Madison and spare their lives, as it was either them or her.
Turner was in so much pain, he could barely open his mouth.
“I am not going anywhere.” Madison said lowly, scared.
“Excuse you?” Draco held up her chin. She looked elsewhere, avoiding eye contact.
“I said I am not going anywhere!” Her voice was more confident. “Father…”
“Don’t make things so hard for us, Madison. Just go with him. 22 years old girl is no child and as your father, I give them my permission.” Turner’s voice got drowned in Madison's ear.
"Of course. Now you know you're my father." Madison muttered, her voice breaking.
"I'll take her. She looks marketable." Draco wrapped his hands around her, pulling her up like she weighed nothing.
She wasn't surprised. She barely ate good food. Just leftovers which were zero to nothing.
Madison shook her head, trying to pull Draco's hand away. She was no match for him.
"Be a good girl okay?" Linda yelled, her tone mocking. She had finally won.
Madison screamed "Help" but almost choked on her saliva when Draco placed a knife on her neck.
Draco smirked evilly, pressing the knife hard. Madison's mouth clamped shut immediately, sucking in a sharp breath.
"One more noise and I'd slit your throat open." He growled, moving the knife deep, as if to show her how serious he was.
Madison shook her head, covering her mouth with her free hand. She stifled her cries, letting him drag her away.
They begun their journey to God knows where after they had tied her up, throwing her into the trunk of the van, a dog chained opposite her, barking loud like she was a threat to it.
Sometimes, it would manage to stretch, dragging it's nail on her skin. No matter how she tried to get away. It still managed to land one or two scratches.
"Please save me, Lord." She prayed quietly, shutting her eyes. They hurt from crying so much already.
Suddenly, the car jerked harshly, almost throwing her body directly into the mouth of the salivating dogs. The sound of a loud bang made her body freeze.
Was that a gun shot?
The car engine went off. Voices were heard from outside - quite distant.
"Open it."
"Please don't shoot. I'll open it, okay?"
She recognized the voice begging. It belonged to Draco.
The door to the van was yanked open, the fresh breeze hitting her face. When her eyes landed on the guns pointing toward her, she paused, not wanting to shake at all.
"Who's this?" One of the gunmen asked, his gun still pointed as Madison as he moved forward.
"A package to the Don." Draco answered quickly, beckoning on me to come down.
Stiffly, Madison shook her head, unable to utter any word. Fear had crippled her thinking faculty and her whole body too.
Draco was about to come drag her out, one foot already in the van, when loud, heavy footsteps drew close. Everyone parted, making way for this person like he was some Messiah.
He stopped in the middle, staring at her as he raised his own gun until they were pointed at her head.
"No?"