Where is my fucking daughter?" I asked with enough courage to show I wasn't afraid of him. I have been in a mafia family before you never show you are afraid. Even though I wanted to piss my fucking pants.
"She's safe, she's with her father." He replied nonchalantly he pressed the engine button and my car roared to life. Was he following me all along? How didn't I realize I was being followed by those pictures in the boxes. They were coming from my house too. Michael was watching my every move for how long?
"I want my daughter to swear to God," I screamed in the car. Blonde hair pulled his gun from his side and pointed it at me.
"Be quiet!"
"What are you going to do, shoot me?" I know Michael as much as I aggravate Blondie here he wouldn't be able to put a finger on me. If Michael wants to hurt me he will do it himself. Michael would want to put his fingers around my neck putting pressure watching as my eyes bulged. As I gasped for my breath. He's vicious that way. I must admit when I first met him I found it sexy. But now being on the other side of his brooding wrath makes me feel nauseated.
"Do you have a cigarette?" I asked Blondie.
"Thought you quit years ago." He replied I turned to him and furrowed my brows.
"We have your medical file." He mentioned
"Well you know my daughter isn't very healthy. She needs her medicine at four o'clock and I have it in my bag." I sneered at him.
"There is medicine where she's at. Her father knows her medical history."
"Would you stop calling him that!" I shouted he looked at me with his sharp eyes.
"No, one is going to hear me we are on a fucking high way!!" I wanted to cry, scream and the car was beginning to feel so small. I want to open my door and jump out in the moving traffic. Michael is going to hurt me and I am sure he would do it slowly.
But I needed to see my Bria for one last time. That is what keeping me from jumping out of this car or taking his gun and offing myself.
"Can I please have a fucking cigarette!" He shoved his hand in his coat pocket and pulled out his pack placing it in front of me. Marlboro Gold. What's up with Mafia guys and Marlboro that's all Micheal ever smoked. Taking the cigarette from the pack. I watch him intently.
"It's not going to light itself!" I state causing him to let out a chuckle. He handed me his lighter and I lit it. I rolled down the window so that the smoke could leave the car. I watched the scenery as I pulled on my cigarette. Thinking this would be the last I probably be seeing of this place, this world. I am going to be dead soon and all I can think about is my sweet Bria, her severe asthma. The things I did to keep her safe even before I heard her heartbeat. The bridge I burn, shooting my husband just so I can offer her a life free from violence. I didn't want that life for her. I wanted her to be free, not a Mafia boss's daughter where she has to be under constant security because of the threat from other rival gangs.
I kept pulling my cigarette as I watched Blondie take a sharp turn into a private airport. Guess, I am heading back to the East Coast. In the airport, there was a lone private jet where I will be on in a few seconds. Blondie parked my car a few feet from the private jet. And just looked at me indicating it was time for me to get out. I flicked my cigarette butt out of the window and opened the door grabbing my purse and got out. My leg felt like a newborn baby deer. Gosh, I am so nervous he came behind me and placed the cold metal gun against my back.
"You don't have to do that anymore. I am not resisting." Like I have a choice.
"Protocol!" He whispered in my ears causing me to cringe. He pushed me forward and we started walking to the jet then up the stairs.
"Hello, Valentina or should I say, Farrah." A deep husky voice only belongings to my ex-husband Micheal said. I turned to face him as a sense of dread came over my body.