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Chapter 6 Opportunity To Escape

  • How on earth had she gotten herself into that situation, right now she was in the living room of her house, curled up in her favorite armchair, watching another episode of The Walking Dead, her favorite zombie series, alone with her cup of raspberry tea in her hand, longing for Mat to come home early from work.
  • Instead she was kidnapped by apparently the boss of some Italian mafia clan, and who to make her situation worse couldn't be an old guy, with a gravelly voice, pronounced belly and unpleasant smell of nicotine in his clothes, the typical mafioso from Hollywood movies of the eighties. No of course not! Instead, she had an incredibly attractive guy, super sexy, with a face and body that was apparently carved by the very angels of paradise or by the demons sent just to torture her, it all depended on the glass you looked through.
  • And now the idiot thought she was desperate enough to fall for his game of seduction. And the worst thing was that he was right, the guy attracted her in a way she could not explain, and that is that she would have to be in a vegetable state to be near a man like him and not feel anything. That man was a danger, although apparently the only thing that was really dangerous for her were her wild and repressed hormones, which did not stop shooting when he approached her.
  • " Damn it! "She exclaimed "Or do I have Stockholm syndrome? " thought Zia " Or the syndrome of acute stupidity. The idiot smelled so good, and his lips were as soft as chewing gum. My God! I have to get out of here as soon as possible!"
  • Zia headed for the downstairs bathroom, the guard had told her where it was, she splashed cold water on her face to compose herself.
  • " And yes; I use my feminine gifts on some of the employees, maybe I flutter my eyelashes, or if I move my hips suggestively Then would any of them help me escape? "she said aloud in front of the mirror in the luxurious room.
  • When she came out she found no one in the long corridors of the mansion she was in, she went to a door that led to a back balcony of the house, which had stairs on both sides that led to a garden with grass and potted plants, There were also garlands of flowers of many colors, the place was impressive, with statues in Roman style, a lighted fountain in the middle gave a romantic touch to the place, beyond the top of the cliff, you could hear the sound of the waves as they broke on the boardwalk.
  • Zia turned and looked towards the house, a modern structure, the predominant color in it was white, there were two towers on each side of the mansion, one on the east side and one on the west, where they had put her was in the east tower, that one faced the ocean, just above the cliff, the other one had the view towards the entrance of the house, seeing them from that point where she was made her imagine medieval castles. And of course there were guards posted at each of them. The entire back of the mansion were windows, and from there she could see part of the interior fully lit and calm. To his left there was a beach bar, a bar and its bar, there was soft music in the background, sitting in one of the chairs in the back was a large man, without thinking about it he walked up to him. But, when he was a few steps away from him, he stopped, something about him became familiar.
  • "You?" she said backing away in panic.
  • "Well, if it isn't the boss's new toy," said the man sarcastically.
  • It was the guy she had run into at the sawmill, the same one she had shot, he was wearing a white flannel and you could see the bandage on his arm.
  • "I'm nobody's plaything, asshole," she said angrily. That man was going to kill her, she remembered. She approached him and took the glass he had on the bar and threw the liquid in his face.
  • He angrily stood up, threw the chair aside in anger, and slapped her hard, throwing her to the floor.
  • "You stupid bitch! " he said and spat to the side " I should have killed you when I had the chance" Then he lifted her by her hair from the floor, Zia moaned and struggled to free herself, but the man threw her hard against the bar, she grabbed one of the bottles, before it fell to the floor and threw it at the guy hitting him in the head, getting alcohol in his eyes, the man cursed while trying to wipe his eyes, that moment of distraction Zia took advantage of it and took the gun he had in his waist.
  • "Get on your knees now," she shouted at him, "I'll blow what little brains you have.
  • The man, seeing her so determined, obeyed reluctantly.
  • "I'm going to kill you bitch" promised the irate guy.
  • "Not if I kill you first you bastard " she said wiping the blood on her lower lip " Now you and I are going to talk. Tell me exactly where I am? And how long have I been here?"
  • "I ain't telling you shit bitch!" bellowed the guy.
  • Zia fired the gun at his side, to warn him that she was serious, she knew that after the shot she didn't have much time, the guards would soon come for her.
  • "Tell me the fuck already " she urged him.
  • " We are on a private island north of Santorini " Said the man wiping his eyes " You've been here for a week. Lucky for you" he continued "The boss wanted you alive, but don't think you're special, when he gets bored of using you like the whore you are, he'll kill you himself" he laughed.
  • She fired again, this time closer to the man, who cursed again, startled.
  • "What's your boss's name?" asked Zia, holding the gun towards him.
  • Zia heard voices and shouts approaching, the bodyguards were coming closer.
  • He is a very dangerous man, and powerful, his name is Cristiano Raffacani, he is the heir of the South Sicilian clan, known as "The prince of the mafia".
  • "So Cristiano" said Zia more to herself " What did Damian have to do with the Italian mafia, why did they kill him?"
  • "That idiot took something he shouldn't have, and the boss doesn't forgive betrayal" added the man " The boss doesn't leave loose ends, remember that bitch."
  • "Damian worked for you? "she asked surprised.
  • "That scumbag was just a mascot" he mocked.
  • "Drop the gun!" said one of the bodyguards, who was followed by ten more men.
  • Zia began to tremble, but kept pointing at the big man who was still on his knees.
  • "No! You guys put your guns down or I'll blow this asshole's head off!" she shouted.
  • "What the hell is all this commotion?" said Cristiano walking towards them with a gun in his waist and another in his right hand " Venezzia, what the hell are you doing?" he said with eyes sparkling with anger " You're bleeding! Who dared to put his hands on her? " he asked furiously, and the men looked at each other not knowing what to answer.
  • "I want you to let me go right now. Tell your men to back off or I'll shoot this piece of shit " she shouted.
  • "This woman is the best of the best" he joked "You have guts Venezzia, that's why I like you so much" He said arrogantly "But are you sure you want to leave? You can work for me, do I have an opening? As soon as I find out who you got, there will be a vacancy for you baby."
  • Zia shot to the floor again.
  • "I'm not playing Christian Raffacani" she said emphasizing his name "Tell them to back the fuck off" she shouted angrily.
  • He didn't flinch when Zia mentioned his name, a glint of amusement crossed his eyes.
  • "And if; that were to happen, how do you plan to get out of here? Swimming?" he said this and burst out laughing, and his men mimicked him, provoking Zia's irritation.
  • " That's none of your business, just let me go " she said gritting her teeth.
  • "If that's what you want princess " He said guarding his soul and gesturing with his head to the bodyguards "Guys stand back, put down your weapons " he mocked "let him go".
  • Zia raised a skeptical eyebrow. But the men obeyed him, and let her pass, she kept pointing at them as she walked slowly, and without thinking she ran out, at the main entrance there were two guards holding the door open for her to go out, she walked down the steps and into a dimly lit gravel street.
  • "This place can't be a desert, there must be someone to help me" Zia thought.
  • As she tried to keep up the narrow road, she was going down a hill and from above she could see the shore of the beach and a pier dimly lit by streetlights, the darkness sheltered her, from time to time she looked back waiting for Cristiano's men to appear and force her to return, but she heard nothing, the silence of that place was disturbing.
  • Zia was not so naive, she knew that those men had an advantage over her, Cristiano had only loosened the rope so that she would feel on equal terms. They were men trained to kill and knock out the most lethal of opponents, instead she was just a fan of the police series. And she had only imitated what she had seen in one of the chapters of the series C.I.S Miami, detective Horatio was her favorite character. This almost made her laugh; she still couldn't control the spasms of fear emitting from her body.
  • Zia had learned how to use weapons and defend herself when she started her college internship as a social worker in Seattle, she had sometimes had to visit places with high crime rates, and many of her classmates had been victims of violent assaults, and had to face even death threats. So she decided to take courses in self-defense and firearms handling. Eventually she preferred to move away from the big cities, and opt for a quieter life. So when her childhood best friend married Edward Reinolds, and had moved to Arkansas. Zia decided to accept Stephany's offer to live with them for a while, she didn't hesitate, her parents had been dead for ten years, her older sisters, her father's daughters, whom she still didn't know, lived in Venezuela, she was alone in the United States.
  • Zia had made up her mind to follow her course in the company of loneliness and her work as a consolation, until she met Mat, and she rethought her life again, he had given her the desire to have company, to form a family, to finally leave loneliness behind. Until overnight her husband had become absent, distant and cold. And then the gray days of long loneliness of her past returned.