Chapter 63 Captured
XAVIER
"Uncle Xavier,"
I furrowed my brows, feeling something uncomfortable under me. Like woods or something.
"Uncle Xavier," the whisper came again.
From a familiar female voice.
"Uncle Xavier, wake up, please"
I furrowed my brows again, opening my eyes. I saw a worn-out ceiling. I closed my eyes as I felt a sting at the back of my head.
Fuck.
"Uncle," Jessica's voice came again and this time, she was shaking my arm.
I opened my eyes and looked at her.
She is seated next to me, staring at me with worry and little tears in her eyes.
Loud laughter boomed, making her look to her right. I followed her gaze and I saw some fucking boys standing a few steps away and around a burning barrel.
It's those fuckers.
I looked around, sitting up but the sting in my head made me groan.
"Sorry," Jessica said as I attempted to reach for my head.
I felt restrained.
The fuck?
My hands are tied up.
"Does it hurt that bad?" Jessica asked, making me notice her hands are tied up too.
The fuck is this?
I looked around, taking in the environment. It looks like an old warehouse. And those morons left us here on the floor close to some broken wooden counters and doing whatever the fuck they please over there.
They fucking knocked me out so hard, it fucking hurts.
Fucking shit.
"Are you bleeding, uncle?"
I heaved a sigh, closing and opening my eyes.
"Do you feel a liquid dripping down your injured area?"
"Can you just shut up, Jessica, and let me fucking think?"
"I am sorry I just....they hit you hard back there. I believe you must be bleeding. You need to get it treated."
"Are you fucking kidding me right now?" I asked.
She stared at me nervously.
"Now is the fucking wrong time to play nurse. It is your fault we are in this fucking mess right now."
She lowered her gaze.
"So shut up and let me fucking think. Geez," I said, moving my eyes to the boys. I recognize the one from the fucking restaurant and the other two.
Fucking morons.
It's this little witch's fault.
I wouldn't be here if it weren't for her annoying clumsy ugh!
Just take a look at me. Fucking Xavier Cole, billionaire CEO and one of New York City's most handsome bachelors, seated here and tied up by done fucking little boys.
All because of who? This annoying kid is next to me.
Now I have no choice but to keep her safe.
Great.
Just great.
It is a fucking foreign place to her and I happen to be here too.
I should have ignored her the first time. I should have let that fucker do whatever to her for bumping into him.
She is so fucking clumsy, man.
Geez!
But I couldn't ignore it. She might be annoying but she is family.
I knew those fuckers would go after her. I literally saw them through the huge windows following her after she took the fucking direction toward Roberto Street.
That was when I knew she had no idea where she was fucking going.
I need to figure out how to get us out of here.
"Alright, listen," I said, still staring at the boys. They are busy laughing at each other's jokes.
We need to hurry.
"Bring your hands," I said to her. She obeyed.
I moved my hands to the knot of the rope tied around her wrists.
I began working on it.
"This shit is fucking tight," I looked at the boys as I struggled with knots.
I returned my eyes to the knots.
How could they have tied this so tightly? They are a bunch of fucking lunatics.
They can't be this focused to have tied this shit so damn.....
"¡Oye, Diego!" ("Yo, Diego!") An unfamiliar male voice called aloud, followed by a loud thud of the entrance door, taking our attention.
I saw a man approaching with two other boys following him behind.
He is dressed like the boys, all black but has more tattoos than the others and is smoking a big brown cigar. All the boys stood still, staring at him as he approached.
The restaurant guy I think to be Diego, walked towards them.
"¿Dónde están?" ("Where are they?") the new guy asked.
Diego looked our way and nodded at his boys.
Two began approaching us.
Jessica shifted nervously, panicking.
"Jessica,"
She looked at me and I could see the terror on her face.
"Relax."
She shuddered like she was about to fucking cry.
"Whatever you do, just stay calm, okay?"
She shook her head as tears rolled down.
"Jessica, listen to me. Just stay calm."
She opened her mouth to speak but one of the boys grabbed her away.
"Ah! No!" she screamed.
"Callate!" ("Shut up!") The boy yelled as he dragged her along.
"Leave me alone, please!" She cried.
I heaved a sigh.
This is going to be hard.
The other boy picked me up and dragged me along as well.
Jessica kept screaming till we got to the burning barrel and they forced us down on our knees close to each other.
A whimper and shudders from Jessica added to my frustration.
Now she is getting me worried. She obviously can't keep calm.
The fuck did I expect?
I looked at the new guy.
He is looking at me.
Diego leaned closer to him and said something to his ear.
He scoffed slightly, taking a drag from his cigar and puffing out smoke without taking his eyes off me.
Diego moved closer to me, cut off the rope around my hands with his dagger.
I looked at my hands and then at him.
Next, someone from behind grabbed both my hands and tied them behind me.
I looked at Diego and the new guy.
"Suéltanos ahora mismo, cabrón." ("Let us go right now, motherfuckers") I snarled.
The new guy chuckled as he took out another cigar another cigar and put it in his mouth. He took out his lighter and moved it to the bottom of the cigar.
Diego snapped his fingers at the boys. One of them brought a barstool for the new guy.
The new guy sat on it, puffed out smoke, and stared at me with a fucking stupid smirk.
I guess he is the boss. And he is shorter but looks younger than I am.
By a few years or one. I don't know.
I just want to beat him up.
"¿No me oíste, cabrón? Dije que nos sueltes." ("Didn't you hear me, fucker? I said let us go.")
He didn't respond but moved his eyes to Diego.
Diego moved closer to me and punched me in my belly.
"Ugh!"
"Stop! Please!" Jessica cried as I bent myself a bit at the pain.
Fucking moron.
"Cuida tu tono conmigo, amigo." ("Watch your tone with me, dude") the boss said, making me look at him.
He smirked.
Jessica's shudders attracted his eyes, increasing my fucking worry.
"Y la belleza americana aquí," ("And the American beauty here") he said, smiling.
"Déjala en paz." ("Leave her alone") I ordered.
Diego punched me again.
"Ugh!"
"Stop hitting him, please!" Jessica begged as I stared at the groan, reacting to the fucking pain.
"Aw," the boss said and I sensed him getting on his feet.
I managed to raise my body as I moved closer to Jessica.
He reached for her hair, making her move her face away.
He chuckled. "You are pretty as fuck."
I clenched my knuckles behind me.
He caressed her hair, making her whimper as she kept moving her face from him.
The fuck is his problem?
He grabbed her chin, forcing her still.
"What is your name?" He asked.
Jessica shuddered.
"Come on, princess. Tell me."
"Je.....Jessica." She stuttered.
"Hmm. Jessica." He hummed, withdrawing his hand from her chin.
"That's a sexy name" he added, taking steps backwards and sitting on his bar stool.
He looked at me and then at her.
"I like sexy. And I like you," he said, smirking without taking his eyes off her.
I gritted my teeth.
"But um I might be a bad guy," he raised his hands a bit in surrender, grinning. "But I have principles. I respect relationships. So, who is he to you?"
I looked at Jessica.
She is staring at the fucker.
"Who is he to you, Jessica?" he asked again, making me look at him.
The fuck is he up to?
I looked at Jessica. She looked at me and then at him.
"He.....he is my un..."
"Her boyfriend," I blurted, claiming everyone's attention.
The boss stared at me.
I raised my brows. "I am her boyfriend, fucker. You just said you respect relationships right? I am her boyfriend so leave my fucking girlfriend alone."
He moved his eyes to her.
"Is that true?" He asked.
What the....
"Is he your boyfriend?"
I looked at her.
She looked at me with a tiny mixture of confusion and surprise on her face.
I raised my brows slightly. She better follow my fucking lead or else this fucker is ready to.......
"Yes." She spoke up. "He....he is my boyfriend."
I looked at the boss. "See?"
He looked at me.
"You've confirmed it. Now let us go, cabron," (motherfucker,") I snarled.
Diego attempted to hit me again but.....
"Espera, Diego," ("Wait, Diego,") the boss said, taking our attention. He is looking between Jessica and me.
"I don't buy that shit," He said, resting his eyes on me.
I held his gaze. He needs to remain stupid.
"I think you both are lying," he said, looking between Jessica and me.
"We are not," I said.
"Really?" He asked, taking another drag of his cigar and puffing out smoke.
"We are not lying," I repeated.
He hummed. "Okay. Prove it."
I furrowed my brows.
"Kiss her."
I froze. "What?"
"Kiss. Her."
I looked at Jessica.
She looked at me.
He can't be fucking serious.
I moved my eyes to him. "Look, man. We already told you....."
He moved close to me in a flash, catching me off guard as his face stood an inch away from mine.
"Yo seguiría con el maldito beso si fuera tú, o admite que me acabas de mentir..." (I will get on with the fucking kiss if I were you, or admit you just lied to me.") he snarled.
I stared at him.
He tilted his head to the side, smirking.
"De lo contrario, la compartiré con todos mis chicos ahora mismo frente a ti, cabrón." ( Otherwise, I will share her with all my boys right now in front of you, mothetfucker.)
I froze as Diego and the boys chuckled.
The boss withdrew from me.
"Now, Kiss her."
Fuck.