Chapter 6
Paige's POV
Licking my split lips, I trembled in fear at the five burly men in front of me, I must not allow them rape me! I need to think of a way to escape real quick!
But just how will I escape from this bunch of terrified looking assassins?
"Brain, think!"
Heck! Why did I only learn about electronics? I should have learned some self defense tactics too!
I need to stall for time, maybe I can wring my way out of this thick bundle of ropes tied around my body, fortunately my legs were not tied.
I summoned courage as the tattooed assassin's inched towards me, "why are you doing this? Who sent you?" I asked, masking my fear. The tattooed assassin halted his steps before scoffing at me, "you don't need to know dear lady", he said, inching forward again.
"You don't want to tell me who the dog owner is?" I said and scowled in mockery.
Since their ego had been hurt, they should reveal their boss, right?
"Did she just refer to us as dogs?"
The man's face had taken a turn, now he looked really pissed off!
Heck! That wasn't what I intended!
I almost shed tears at my stupidity, my hands now trying to untie the big knotted rope hastily!
The tattooed man was now in front of me, he lifted my dress and pulled my two legs apart harshly. I grimaced in pain as his fingers dug into my bare skin, instantly regretting wearing a short dress.
"Wait..." Shaken with fear, my mouth struggling to form words, his big fist collided with my nose, knocking a breath out of my lungs! I stumbled backwards and flopped down with the chair, my head colliding with the floor, as I out a whimper in pain.
I had a nosebleed immediately.
The man came for me again, tearing my dress apart, to reveal the suspender belt I wore underneath the dress.
No! It's over!
I squeezed my eyes shut, tears streaming down my face like a dam, feeling hopeless and humiliated... Will this be my end?
It will be a gang rape after all! My eyes shed more tears.
Suddenly, a soft sharp sound vibrated, groans and grunts of the assassins echoing in the air.
My eyes flew open immediately, not being able to comprehend what was happening. All the assassins were down on the floor, lying lifelessly, a distinctive coppery smell of blood filling the air.
A massive, gaping hole in their foreheads, with visible damage to bones and tissues.
I went numb that instant, the gruesome sight making me shudder in fright. A familiar shadow emerged from the door, I could pick up the faint clicking of his shoes.
Daniel D'connell?
No.
This is Daniel's brother; he had a gun in his two hands, a bandage wrapped in one, which meant that: he slaughtered the assassins.
I was dumbstruck, blinking numerously at the tall figure. He had his gaze fixed on me before he let out a low groan, which sent waves of heat into my body.
He slowly began to walk up to me with his damn long legs, he wasn't that different from Daniel... But he carried a different air around him, how could someone look so dangerous and smoking hot at the same time?
He slided behind me, while I wondered where he was going. Until I felt warm, thick and rough hands untie the ropes around me.
I had forgotten the traumatic experience that happened some minutes ago!
I coughed as he wrapped his overcoat around me, sitting me up on the floor, my brain was meddled and messed up by his intoxicating scent.
"How did you...ehm...did you find me?"
He didn't give me a reply, went down on his knee and took off my shoes.
What a perfect gentle man.
I mused, my lips curling up but it drifted back down as he brought out something strange under the shoe.
"What's that?" I asked, eyes darting from the strange thing that was blinking red to his face.
"Are you dumb?" He asked, quivering an eyebrow, "a tracker?!" I shrieked with my mouth wide open, gazing at him in horror.
That was Daniel's handwork!
"Hey! Did you guys set this up? To kidnap me and take me with you?! What great planned work!" I rolled my eyes and clapped my hands as I tried to get up but my legs failed me and gave up.
Daniel's brother's muscular arm slid around my waist as he steadied my body, I looked at his dark piercing eyes and shivered.
His eyes looked magnetic.
"I'm not hey" he quoted with a stern gaze, "I'm Darren D'connell" staring at him in a daze, his deep raspy voice made me gulp.
"Ahh!"
I was swept off my feet suddenly, unconsciously gliding my arms behind his neck. My body hurts.
"Where are you taking me to?!"
He---Darren didn't respond, he just walked out of the assassins den.
"Drop me off!" I protested kicking my legs, "you guys are evil!" I shouted
"Should I drop you in the middle of this forest?" He said in an attempt to put me down but I tightened my arms around his neck. It really was a dark forest.
Damn! Those men would have killed me and no one would ever find out!
"Now that I saved your life..." Darren mumbled, "you'll have to come with us."
"I'm never coming with you guys! I know it's part of your plan!"
I huffed with a frown etched on my face, the goth dead bodies of those men haunting me.
I'm never going with them!
"You really are dumb" Darren said and scoffed, "you think I'll kill my men for a loud little girl like you?"
"I'm not a little girl! I'm thirty!" I announced in a bratty voice, "you couldn't even get yourself out of there and you're thirty? You're just a whiny little kid"
Darren kept teasing me, making me more annoyed! "I'm never going with you guys!" I disagreed once again.
"Then I'll kill you right here"
Darren's threatening voice silenced me, it was so quick how his voice changed to a venomous one, I had forgotten that he was in The Mafia.
I was held by the Mafia Lord right now and he could rip me into shreds! I had overstep my boundaries!
"Life is about give and take... And I don't do anything for free. So, since I saved you--- Your life is D'connell's"
"Deal or no deal?"
I couldn't utter a single word, visibly shook up with his words, I spotted a car ahead of us, Daniel walking out of it.
"Answer me! Deal or no deal?"
"Deal!"
I answered, body trembling all over like a leaf, as I chewed on the insides of my lips.
My eyes stung but I took a deep breath trying to steady my emotions.
I had gone from the frying pan to the fire.