20 years old
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Secuestrato apesta.
It is secuestrated with the vehicle that is significantly more affected.
"I need to go to the bathroom," I murmured.
The idiot in front of me looked up at his phone and
sent
me
a sinister
smile.
In
reality,
he doesn't
have
the impact he wanted because he instantly turns
into
a ball
of
pain.
He
presses
on
his fleshy
palm
against his barbilla, palming the great red moretón
that
extends
through
his
dear
fea.
"No," thief and turns to play with his device, desestimándome completely. It seems that it would
still be annoying because the coup was with me.
The rough bottom of the aircraft's engines sounds with the sounds of a football match coming out of
the loudspeaker on your phone. I tighten my hands to avoid creasing. There would be absolutely no
reason to worry about the hysteria and it would probably mean that my chances of escaping would
be even closer. I need to stay calm. Or, as calmly as possible, considering my current situation.
It's easier to decide than to do it.
My eyes slide into the light interior of the aircraft. On both sides of the central floor, four large
reclining guests dominate the space. "Listen, if you don't take me to the bathroom, let me urinate
here." Abro las piernas as much as I allow my tobillos atados. "I'm not sure that the elegant body will
tolerate it well."
"¡Dios!" He jumps from his side and grabs my arm, pulling me to put his feet on me. "Hank, I'm going to take you
to the bathroom."
"Keep your eyes in your hands this time or you'll end with another more tone," Hank grunts from
the sofa, moving his hand to adjust the package as he fears losing it.
"I can't walk with the pins atadas, idiot!" Grito while the man grabs me for the last step between
the asientos. "I need to leave my wives."
Entonces jump. Y no voy a liberar tus manos." She grabs the strips between my muñecas and pulls.
Grit of pain. The skin of my muñecas is in living flesh since he pulled me through the last escalators
when we took to the plane. This was after I was very fond of the joys of his friend. My eyes are filled
with contained tears, but quickly disappear, keeping them clear by sheer force of will. As a matter of
fact, I slow down and jump between the people before the brutality of the idiot hurts me dearly.
When we got to the bottom of the plane, he opened the bathroom door and stuffed me inside.
"It's five minutes," he grunts and closes the door
of
a door.
Like the rest of the jet, the bathroom is luxurious. There
is no stainless
steel
maple
screw anywhere
here;
all the cabinets are dark madeira and beige leather
upholstery.
The elegant
and
odorless
tocador is
in the
corner. I'll take four jumps as long as I can.
I know what I want to do as quickly as I can with my exposed hands, and then I look at my father as I
try to calm my nerves. No, it really works. There is a sickening sensation in my cheeks, as if I were
about to vomit at any moment, and the interior of this luxurious habitation seems to be turning to
my elder. My hands are still shaking, partly because of the pain, but mainly because of the pain. I
have experienced some stressful situations in my life. A tiradeo, cuando tenía four years. Two small
fires when our cook accidentally set the kitchen on fire while he was preparing French recipes.
Including an attempted attack on our home when my father was at war with a rival criminal
organization a few years ago. But there's no kidnapping. Sometimes I must have hoped for it, since
my dad is the leader of The Bratva of Chicago.
When I walked down the street, in the full light of the day, I was sure that I had something to see
with my father. Securing Pakhan's hija can potentially make someone a lot of money, if you live long
enough to see it, of course. But now, I don't think you're getting money with the seizure. Considering
what I've seen so far, I'm wondering if I've been kidnapped and should be seriously worried. Is this
due to some dispute between mafias? Replies for something that my father told me?
¡Bang!
Have you finished?" a loud voice murmurs on the other side of the door.
"I need one more minute!" I shout while I'm hooking up to open the bottom cabinet and the
drawer. "It's not exactly easy to unzip your jeans when you have your hands exposed."
He says something in response, but I don't listen to him, I've concentrated on rebusing within the
contents of the cabinet. Hygienic paper. Toallas. Jabón extra. Y... a desechable genius.
"I can work with this," I whisper.
Unpack the plastic wrapper with the dientes and,
in
any
case,
close
the brush
in my
manga.
Luego,
I look at the rest of the ministers.
Esponja. More toallas. Condones. Are you serious?
What
demons
crowd
in
an airplane?
I cover
my
head and continue. Hilo Dental. Mm-hmm ... I struggle
a
sufficient
width,
coiling
the
extremes
of
my
legs to tighten it, then I pull it with force, testing his resistance. Once I showed myself how to
strangle someone with a garrote and the thread of bad quality breaks in the second attempt. Yes...
but it doesn't go to work. I move to the lower part.
Cleaning products, but the bottles are too large to hide. Plastic gloves. Y... a deodorant spray
for men, even when travelling. Perfect.
I take the package, I put it there and I put it on the waistband of my jeans. The door is open before you
can continue searching.
"The door opens just when I'm adjusting my oversized shirt to hide me.
"Did you finish?" ask the imbecile. I think Hank looked back on this grandulón like Vinny did before.
"Yes." I press the button to unload the odorless, then I wash my hands while the impatient imbecile
glares at me from the door. Idiot. Stupid.
Without another option, I go up to the bathroom. All the time, the hidden deodorant is sticking to
my chest. I'm not sure how much damage I can do with deodorant and a toothbrush, but we'll see. I
need to try to escape when we land and then find a phone, or we won't have another opportunity.
My dad keeps connections for all the United States. He will sell to me immediately. Or, if we're not looking for
Chicago, he'll be there to help someone pick me up and take me to a safe place until I can get there. And he Will end up with these bastards... Jump.
. . in one way... I jump. . . muy...
Jump.. . painful.