Chapter 151: THE HANDSOME SAVIOUR

~The following few chapters follow Fiona Monti, Ariana’s best friend and cousin and her mission  in Tacoma ~

FIONA’S POV~

Whew! I sighed as I finally grabbed my luggage from the man wheeling it towards me.

I tipped my hat forward as I stepped out of the airport, it was hot and reasonably so, I'd not come to the country for fun.

Tacoma, is a beautiful place, with vibrant energy from the locals I met at the airport, I've never been here before but for Ariana, I have to prove that I could do anything for her.

I thought of her, by now she must have heard about the gruesome murder I orchestrated with my co-workers at the animal shelter, I hope she knows im okay.

I had to make it as real as possible.

As I hailed a cab, I saw someone else stand beside me, she raised her hand also.

I turned to look at her, she wore glasses covering her face, but something about her overall demure was striking.

She was a foreigner, that much was clear, I decided to mind my business and focus on my mission.

The cab soon came and just as I opened the door, she quickly sat in and closed the door.

“Hey! That is my ride” I exclaimed, she smiled before lowering her glasses to reveal bright blue eyes, the hue was thick and I could tell it was fake.

“You should be much smarter, only the smart survive out here honey” she mocked before the cab zoomed off.

“Bitch!” I yelled after her, she flipped me the middle finger and I was so pissed at her.

I groaned in frustration and hailed another cab, but I saw a black van overtake, they stopped in front of me, the door opened and two sets of hands grabbed me and pulled me into the van.

I screamed but one of them knocked me unconscious.

The last thing I saw was a blindfold over my eyes.

I woke up on a bed, well-dressed and in beige-coloured lace lingerie, I sprang up and quickly got out of bed, scared and confused.

Where am I? And why do I have this on? And who are those people who kidnapped me from the airport?

I shivered with fear as I looked around the room, no escape, no windows just a door.

I walked towards it and I tried to pull it open but I couldn't.

Then I heard loud footsteps coming towards me, louder and louder and I could tell they were more than one person.

I sprinted back to the bed and looked around anxiously hoping to find something to defend myself with.

Aha! I exclaimed, I reached out under the bed and it seemed someone had forgotten to get the butter knife that had fallen over the bed.

I held it close and got into bed, closed my eyes pretending to be asleep while I clenched the knife tightly.

The door swung open and I could hear people come in, from the heaviness of their footsteps I could tell they were men.

“She’s still unconscious” I heard one of them start, and then footsteps approached me, I could feel him beside me and soon he was leaning over me.

“She smells good, this should be fun” he laughed.

Fun for what? Why the hell am I dressed in lingerie?

“Is the camera ready?” another voice asked, “yeah” the one close to me answered.

A camera for what? What the hell am I being recorded for, my heart was beating out of my chest.

“ did you search her luggage, any clue?” he inquired, “No” another replied.

“Maybe she knows where the shop is” 

Oh my God, they’ve been sent to kidnap me.

“Liana was clear, make a video and dispose of her fast” the one beside me started.

“But there is no harm in having a little fun before she becomes shark chow” another laughed.

I'm in danger! Liana? As in Liana Argento.

And that was when it struck me.

Could she be the familiar-looking foreigner I met at the airport?

I was sure I'd seen her somewhere…

Maybe one of the soiree’s the high society women threw back home.

 I need to act fast and try to escape.

I have to try something.

So when he bent low again, I felt his raspy alcohol-tainted blood on my neck, I felt his warm grubby hand on my skin and that was when I attacked him with the butter knife, I rammed it deep into his ears.

He screamed in anguish as he staggered backwards and fell dead. “Simon!” they yelled.

The others lunged at me and I jumped out of the way, one of them brought out his gun and pointed it at me.

“Sit!” he instructed with fury, I raised my hands in surrender and tears stung my eyes.

This is surely the end, “why are you doing this!”I exclaimed.

“Shut up!” the one with the gun yelled.

“Turn on the camera, we are doing this now,” he continued

“Not until I have my fun with her, then we can start the video, I sat there shaking as the man approached me, he slapped me very hard across the face.

My mouth turned bloody before he pushed me down on the bed and restrained my hands.

“Please don't!” I cried in fear, but they both laughed, “im going to enjoy raping you sweet girl when im done, Miguel here will have his fun and then ill watch you fuck poor Simon’s corpse before I slice your neck open!” he mentioned before licking my ears.

I screamed again but he punched my left eye, my eyes immediately clouded with red vision as blood gathered over my eyes. He started unbuckling his panties with one hand before the door burst open.

 Someone dashed in and quickly.

 He jumped on the one closest to him, from my blurred vision I could see him stab him multiple times in his chest before the one who was on top of me lunged at him.

He took out his gun and shot him multiple times.

Soon all three of them lay dead, I tried to raise myself, but he approached me, I was wary, I didn't know who he was.

Friend or foe?

“Are you okay?” he inquired.

His voice was thick and comforting as he approached me with helpful arms.

 He helped me stand but I was too weak, my legs shook beneath me.

 I couldn't and I fell back to the bed, I blinked the blood away before attempting another gaze at him.

He was tall and well built, his shirt had ripped and buttons were missing from the action that took place earlier.

I couldn't see his eyes, but I could tell from his highly defined cheekbones and the beard surrounding it that he was a very attractive man.

And in the right situation, we could.

“Y..y..yes” I replied in a low tone before I groaned in pain, “stay here, don't come out until all the gunshots stop, understand?” he added before rushing out the door.

“No wait!” I called out to him, “Who are you?”

But he was gone, just as fast as he came. My heart started to beat again and I touched it softly, as I tried to steady it.

Who is this handsome saviour of mine?