MICHELLE'S P.O.V
Our faces drew closer and closer till our lips was inches apart when Harold suddenly interruptéd by speaking, I had almost forgotten that he was there.
" I am sorry to ruin your moment you guys but Michelle and I must head back home before midnight" Harold mouthed jealously while avoiding eye contacts with me and staring hard at his watch.
"Moreover, Noah don't you have an issue to deal with?" Harold noted while pointing towards profusely bleeding Roberts that continually wimpered like a child.
"Get a good night's sleep Michelle Hudson" Noah said and pecked my forehead. I smiled and nodded although within me I knew that I wouldn't be getting any ounce of quantifiable rest at all, I am too shaken to even catch a dose of sleep without drifting back into this threatening
moment that I had witnessed today.
"That should round it off" Harold announced as he helped me out of the nasty pain inflicting chains that that criminal had used to constrict me from expressing my freedom of movement.
Harold was extra careful as he undid the chains. He continually asked,
"Does it hurt? Am I hurting you?" While I just carelessly responded
"Go ahead, it doesn't matter" I hated the way they were all treating me as though I was a child, their child to be precise. They
were treating me like I could break any moment from now, But I couldn't really blame them for caring, neither could I blame them for being scared, scared
for my safety.
I was led to a helicopter whose rotors were already twirling madly, while blowing the hot breeze that smelled of burnt earth into my hair , eyes,nose and every part of my body that wasn't covered with clothings.
Harold walked into the flight alongside with me. He said a few words to the pilot before the helicopter took off into the air and headed towards any place safer than here, Centralia.
HAROLD'S P.O.V
Without any words being spoken by her, I knew that Michelle was freaking out in her head. She had that look in her eyes, that particular look that she had on when she went into a coma when we were Ten, that look she had on when when I frightened of sledging on ice, that look of fright
that she has on when she feels that her space is being threatened by an evil force.
"11:28PM" I checked my wristwatch and sighed. I turned to look at Michelle. The highest that she had dozed off within the past one hour was five seconds. I stood up from my seat right across her and walked up to the empty seat next to her.
"Are you alright?" I asked for like the hundredth time
"Yeah... yeah..." She said dryly while hesitating so much that it was clarified the fact that she wasn't fine at all.
Slowly, as though I was guilty of a crime. My fingers stalked closer towards hers. I cupped her small and soft hands into mine.
"Everything is going to be alright, Uhmmm... you're with me now" I said comfortingly.
""That's it... that's the lie you all have been telling me. Everything is never going to be alright, I mean everything is never going to be the same for me especially in my head. You don't know what it feels like to be kidnapped and tortured and nearly raped" Michelle snapped, her voice quavering as she spoke
I looked at her and laughed so hard, so hard that it hurt as hell to be laughing at all.
"What's funny?" Michelle Nella fucking Hudson called me out on my shitty attitude
"Hold on a sec" I snickered while clutching her hand tighter before I laughed harder till my entire body quaked and my ribs felt like they would rupture.
After having my fill of the laugh gags I spoke, "Michelle look at me" I demanded as I cupped her soft heart face in my right right hand. Our eyes collided and I allowed myself enjoy the magnificent comfort of her hazelnut brown eyes.
"I fucking understand" I confessed in a Stern but yet compelling tone
"How do you understand?" She urges
"I belong to the craziest gang in USA, trust me I understand beter because me and the guys we get kidnapped a lot. I mean the torturing that you passed through seems tough but imagine being hanged upside down from a ceiling with your head just inches away from a well of flesh
dissolving acid that would peel your skin from your bones in ten seconds or better still imagine having your nails been uprooted from their roots or worse still imagine having a hot metal
carved in letters being pressed on your thighs, arms, backs. Trust me I know what it feels like when fate seems to be extremely unfair by allowing the worst of things to happen to the best people. I know that familiar feeling of having your conciousness slip away as you feel death
become more eminent than ever. I recognize that feeling of fear, anger and hatred towards the world, your life and your captor. I know what it seems like to be lonely and scared" I explained
with tears slowly parting from my eyes as I recalled those terrifying moments when i was a young lad, a novice at this game of criminality and illegality. I recalled being kidnapped as a ten years old boy, I remembered been put in a freezer naked and starved. For five days I had
remained in that freezer freezing up and feeling every ounce of blood in me coagulate until I saw death nearing me, if not for Antonio back then, I would have died.
"Just know that none of this was your fault. It is fate's fault for being unfair" I said to depressed Michelle who was looking so forlorn to the extent that I could almost feel her sadness in the air.
"I never figured out that you could have had a worse experience than me" she said and I smiled as I pulled her into a sideways hug.
"The worst is over" i mentioned quite unsure of the bulls leaving my mouth because I couldn't convince myself that the worst was really over, I could sense that there was going to be more of
situations like this in the future and the reality of worse coming her way scared me.
ANTONIO'S P.O.V
I arrived in Pittsburgh, USA as early as 7:45AM.
After I threatened Rudolf, I believed it was only sane if I was only a couple of miles away from the debtor dwells so that I can actually implement my threat when he failed to get the girl like he had promised.
Although, it is not as though the Italian mafia doesn't need it's Don, but I could really use some time off to plan for my next move.
Over the span of the next twelve hours, Rudolf kept me updated about the movement of the girl, my ticket to direct bargain access to Mr Clyd Hudson, our acting President of the United States.
The man that happened to have been the one to pull the trigger that led to the murder of my parents that unwholesome year.
"6:00pm" I finally got the call that I was waiting for all day from Rudolf.
The simple and precise message is still the most interesting news I have heard since my ten years of being Don, "I have the girl" Rudolf said.
"Take her to Centralia, I would send my men ahead, but I should drop by soon" I replied and ended our seventh phone call interaction for the day.
I had them prepare my helicopter and by 10:39 I was flying into Centralia in my own grand way.
"10:45PM" there I was standing in my tracks, hell surprised to find those T.R.P meddling in my business. Not one or two of those Royal Princes but the whole fucking bevy of them sissies messing up my plan like they were some bloody heroes. Without any doubts, I figured out that. Rudolf already failed me because there was no need for any math.
MICHELLE'S P.O.V
The helicopter landed at the Pennsylvania airport an hour and twenty six minutes past midnight. I had managed to nod off for only thirty minutes all thanks to laying on Harold's comforting shoulders.
Half of my thoughts couldn't ignore the core content of disturbance that the name Antonio caused me.
Who was Antonio?
And why would he send Roberts to kidnap me?
"Are you alright?" Harold questioned as he interfered my thoughts while we trekked the limited mile to the awaiting Black Mercedes Benz.
I snuggled Harold's jacket closer to my body as the bloody thoughts of Roberts shriveled hands fumbling with my shirt crept into my memory till I could feel his fear enticing hands touching me
again
"Nothing to worry about" I replied with a smile as I thrudged faster towards our waiting ride with the thoughts of who Antonio may be ringing in my head.
HAROLD'S P.O.V
The drive back to my father's house was just quiet and tensed. I was trying so hard to resist asking Michelle every second if she was alright. Every now and then I would manage to steal a glimpse at her without trying to seem like a stalker, but with theh way things were turning out to be, It was a sure probability that I would have Mrs Madea inject Michelle with some sedative if
she was not going to give in to slumber naturally in her present state.
She needs to rest. It's not a plain statement, but rather it's worth any argument and he Michelle might raise against the idea of sleep. Any sane person would agree with me that she needs to take it really easy on herself, but Michelle Nella Hudson seems to be doing quite the opposite of that.
I sighed aloud as I saw the roofing of my father's home as we drew nearer towards the vintage home.
Numerous thoughts ran through my mind as I went over what seemed to have happened throughout today. I knew that something was off about everything about her kidnap. Something seemed to be off in every way possible because now thinking back I nabbed at the obvious
thought that Roberts had taken Michelle against her will for some reason other than a sexual assault. He wouldn't risk losing his ranking in the T.U.S.U.G, his money and men over some filmsy hours of sex with the President's Daughter. The motive behind today's displeasing game
seemed quite far fetched from my mind. That bastard knew a fact that he wasn't telling us.
NOAH'S P.O.V
I paced forth and back for an infinitesimal time span before I turned around wholy to catch a glimpse of the bastard that was already tied down to the chair that he had tied Michelle down a mere thirty seven minutes ago.
Michelle was gone. I was glad that she was far away from here now in the safety of someone I can trust with my own life. I was glad that she was far gone,so that I can quit playing the pathetic role of Mr Nice guy to the enemy that almost tried to take down the girl I love especially not after he was trying to cheat his way back to his position that he already offered up as a prize for a quest that he had mapped out publicly infront of the entire United States
underworld gang members. You must be confused, let me enlighten you.
LAW 75 OF 100: According to the laws binding T.U.S.U.G made by the founders. If the members of a gang belonging to the syndicate maps out a quest and lays their position of power in the gang as a prize in exchange for the quest or deal, at no point in time can the gang decide to withdraw their grant by competing in their own quest. By trying to reclaim their position through the involvement in their own quest, the gang members are bound to expulsion by death if caught in the act and which ever group discovers this partiality is bound to be awarded the prize with or
without achieving the laid down quest. -Pablo Escobar(the seventh founding father).
So, I have every right to kill and I am going to do that in the most gruellsome means possible right after I understand the motive behind his behavior.
I stood still staring at the masked man tied to the metal seat. "Take off his mask!" I stated while clearly addressing Sebastian. Sebastian was unhesitant to walk up to the idiot and remove the
dumb mask. The moment the mask came off I cursed underneath my breath
"I should have known it was you all along you bloody up to no good motherfucker" i chittered as
I landed a bone cracking blow to his left cheek.
"What the fuck!" Roberts Nickel had the temerity to say with a bleeding lip and a broken nose unaware of the mess he was in, I chuckled mockingly as I flexed my knuckles.
"Dude, I literally just started with you" i said in a sadistic manner as I wrung my hand around, while getting ready for another strike.