RUSSO EL MASSIMO
I was going crazy, out of my mind. Different thoughts ran into my head, all revolving Cara. I sure as hell would not have sent anyone to pick her up! I sure as hell was going to pick my woman up personally!
I knew shits like these happened and that it could happen anytime but I guess I had been too much into thinking about all the things I could do to make Cara happy that I fucking forgot to add more safety measures in place. I had been engrossed figuring out how to make our relationship fucking public that I hadn't paid much attention to the parts where the most attention was needed.
“Fuck!” I cursed loudly and slammed my fist against the wheels of the car.
If those bastards cause as much as a scratch on her, I would ruin and kill everything they have, their lives, their families. I would spare no one, not even their very distant relatives would be spared if Cara gets hurt in the slightest.
I looked at her current location and stepped harder on the accelerator. The location was approaching Dark Caster’s home. I just knew that bastard would have something to do with this.
I was so going to get rid of him. He had been a thorn for just long enough. I could let him off with a warning if he did something to me but going for Cara? He had made too big of a mistake. A mistake he would spend the rest of his very short time on earth atoning for.
I made a call, my ear buds in my ears.
“Boss”
“To Dark Caster’s home. Surround the place but do not fucking shoot until I get there. If you shoot and she gets hurt, you are dying.”
“Yes boss.”
I ended the call and took a sharp drift through the lane. I had never felt my car was slow as I felt it was tonight.
I looked at the location and the red circle had stopped moving, right in Dark caster’s home. She was in his home. That bastard's home.
“Just a few minutes, Cara. A few minutes”
ROSALINE MASSIMO
“Is she clean?” A man dressed in black suit and leather gloves asked. He was seated on a sofa.
I was standing in a luxurious living room, my hands held by the scar faced guy who had brought me here.
“Yes. All jewelries and accessories gone” scar faced replied.
“The heels? Why is she still wearing her heels?” The man before me asked.
“I… I let her, boss:” scar faced stuttered.
“You really never do learn, do you?” The man stood up from the sofa, a stern and dangerous look on his face.
“Get the heels off woman!” he yelled at me and I flinched before kicking the heels off my feet very quickly.
The fear of Karl getting killed right after he was deceived into thinking he would get his daughter back was still in me.
The fierce man picked up both of my heels, looked at both and dropped the right one.
“Fool! There’s a tracker in this!” he threw the heel at scar faced who was standing behind me.
Surprise was written on my face. I had had no idea that there had been a tracker on my heels. Russo hadn't told me about that.
“What else are you hiding?” The man in front of me asked and grabbed me by my chin tightly.
“Where else are you hiding something?” He groaned the question, moving closer to me as I leaned back, away from him as much as I could.
“I… I have nothing” I replied, my heart pounding in fear that I didn't want to show too much.
“I don’t believe you bitch! These little fuckers who grow up in the cartel always have tricks up their sleeves.” he seethed at me.
“My heel was my last resort” I lied.
“And I am going to believe that? Ugh?” he tightened his grip on my chin, making it hurt. I shut my eyes tightly, reeling in the pain.
“Boss…” Scar faced man called from behind and the man's grip on me loosened a bit.
“Just got informed. Massimo’s men are on their way here.” Scar faced informed.
I felt joy in my heart. Russo was going to get me away from here. I just had to make sure that I kept the ring in my hair until I was found and in his arms.
“Hell! How many minutes away?” the man asked, letting go of my chin completely.
“Disregarding all traffic rules, 15 minutes away from here.” scar faced replied.
“Fuck! Get her out of here!” He ordered and scar faced immediately began pulling me away.
I felt a bit of relief still. The ring was still in my hair, if I got dragged into the car and I sat there peacefully, it would take extra minutes for me to be reached but I would definitely be reached.
“Stop!” the man suddenly said and I felt my heart leap in fear. Had he noticed something?
“Did you ask her to tie her hair up in a ponytail” He asked and I immediately began feeling sweaty. My hands and my bare feet and my forehead immediately turned sweaty.
“No, I didn’t. She had it tied up when she was handed over to me.” scar faced replied, stopping in his tracks.
“It doesn’t fit. The style of dress, the heels, she was surely not wearing a ponytail with this dress and the waves at the end of her hair… she certainly pulled her hair up in a ponytail after she left home” he concluded, walking towards me.
My breath was shaky, my toes were curling in fear and I was trying hard to keep up the facade of not being scared shitless.
He stopped in front of me, his gaze on my hair before he reached for it.
“What… What are you saying? What do you know about how a woman chooses to dress?” I tried to pull farther away from him but he grabbed my hair and pulled the hairband out.
“You said you got all accessories away. What about the hairband, dumb fuck?” He threw my hairband off and looked to scar faced.
“Tell me, do you have anything else on you?” he returned his gaze to me and I shook my head frantically.
“Nothing… I have nothing else” I said but I could feel the ring loosening now that my hair had been let free in such a swift movement.
He stared into my eyes intensely and I tried hard not to let him see anything from my eyes.
“Get her away.” he ordered, pulling away from me.
Scar faced began to pull me as I tried as hard as I could to still my head and avoid the ring from falling. His steps were fast and quick and in a few seconds, the car was in front of us.
Once I was in it, the ring would be safe from falling.
“Me? A dumb fuck?" Scar faced turned to me.
"After how much I have slaved for him all these years!” He gritted his teeth and suddenly grabbed me by my hair in his anger.
We both froze as he felt the ring in my hair. At this moment, I felt myself grow helpless. My last strand of hope was quickly fading away.
“Bitch!” He cursed, pulling the ring out of my hair.
“What is this? There’s a tracker device in this ring too?!” He yelled at me and the next moment, I was hit hard across the face.
Tears rolled down immediately as he threw the ring to the floor.
“Let go of me!” I screamed in tears as he grabbed my hair.
“What more are you hiding in your hair?!” He pulled me by the hair while I cried, kicked sbd and screamed in pain.
He dumped me in the car booth, regardless of my screaming.
“I will give you any amount you want! Let me go, please” I begged and saw the delay in his eyes.
“Any amount at all.” I continued to convince him.
“Just delay us a little bit and let them save me, please. Any amount.” I begged.
“No” His face turned grim.
“Even if you choose to pay me, Massimo would definitely choose to kill me.” he said.
“No, no! I can convince him! He… He won’t kill…”
“NO” the booth was slammed shut and I felt more tears roll down.
The car was soon set into motion and more tears rolled down my cheeks. I was doomed. How… How would I ever be found?