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CHAPTER 2

It took a while, but the cogs in my brain began to turn again, the stupidity seemingly exited my head as I snapped back into reality.

Run you idiot!

I spun on my heels and dropped my shoes where they were, always hated the things anyway. I began to run, panting and puffing, my chest heaving up and down with such struggle that there may as well have been a ten-kilo weight attached to it. Why now did my lungs have to fail me?

I shot around a corner, grabbing a pole to help with momentum. I might have been small, but I could run. In primary school, I had won every single race they offered me, competed in every level possible. Only then I didn’t think I would use those skills to be running away from six men in suits with guns.

My mind wandered to the thought of them being a part of the FBI, was I running from the FBI? That was considered a crime I’m pretty sure. Fuck it- I’m not staying around long enough to find out who they are. There’s a fifty-fifty chance I’m in trouble from the law or being robbed. I’m not stupid enough to ask them.

I had sprung around another corner, trying my best to loose them in the rush of people coming home from parties and clubs, darting around every corner I could to get them off my tail.

Taking a quick glance back to see if I had lost them, I caught sight of people being shoved and falling forward as more men appeared from behind.

“Fuck you Hannah,” I muttered and continued to sprint, taking another corner.

My eyes were drawn upwards when I slammed into a fence. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!

My fingers grasped around the wire blocking the continuation of the alleyway. My knees became weak as the sound of footsteps came vaguely through the air and reached my ears. Then came a sick chuckle of laughter. My knuckles were white from gripping the fence, I squeezed my eyes shut, praying to God that it was all some kind of horrible dream.

“She’s a quick one ain’t she,” a sick and demonic voice came from behind me, nope, not a dream. My breathing was still fast paced, and my vision was still clouded from the lack of blood to my brain. I could feel my cheeks go a blotchy and ugly coloured red as I turned around to face the men, attempting to brew up an escape plan in my mind.

“Who- who are you?” I demanded, trying my best to make my presence known.

“Your worst nightmare,” another man stepped out from behind, a new cigarette between his two fingers as he stepped in close to me and let out a puff of smoke in my face. The smell was retched, I wrinkled my nose and coughed over my shoulder, earning a small chuckle from him.

“Sweet dreams sweetheart, saw goodbye to sunny California,” he pulled a black leather glove over his hand and for a moment I stood there complexed and confused.

“Wha-” I began before I caught a glimpse at the fist coming towards my face, the entire world went black after that.

……

The small vibrating feeling of a car’s engine rumbled beneath me as I blinked open my extremely sore eyes, hold up, my eyes weren’t sore- it was my nose that was throbbing and pounding against my face that was sore.

Sore was an understatement of the kind of pain I was in, it was like someone had just gotten a knife and driven it right up my nose. That was when I noticed how red my formally pink dress had become. Either mum had chucked my brother’s red sock in the washing, or I was covered in a thick layer of blood.

“What the fuck?” I brought my gaze to the window and looked outside, where the hell was I. The surrounding area appeared to be desert, just plain and dry ground for miles around me. Nothing but shades of oranges and dead scrubby bushes.

“Hey boss; she’s awake. You want me to punch that pretty little face the other side now?” my neck shot around with my head following suit. I was seated next to a man, a man who looked as though he would be at least 6’5 when up straight. Even though he wore a suit, I could tell that his biceps would have been as big as my head. His eyes were a mocha brown and stared down at me with such coldness and darkness it made me shiver.

His hair was a caramel brown and slightly curly at the ends, although sleeked back with gel as if to keep it out of his eyes.

“Leave her, I’m sure that Atlas would want his entertainment awake when we arrive,” a drawling voice came from behind a blacked-out screen, but I recognised it as the man who had been smoking beforehand.

Atlas? What kind of a name was that and why the hell was I going to be ‘entertainment’? who were these people- I had so many questions that were just bubbling and boiling to be answered.

“What’s going on?” my voice squeaked- I sounded like a freaking mouse for fucks sake. This night was not going how I imagined it to, my eighteenth birthday wasn’t meant to be spent inside the back of a car with a broken nose and bloody clothes.

“What’s going on is this sweetheart,” he started, I cringed as he said ‘sweetheart’ as though we were in some kind of loving relationship and I hadn’t just been kidnapped, “ever heard of Atlas Drakov?” he asked as I returned a very confused expression.

“Obviously not,” he rolled his eyes as though I was meant to know what the fuck he was on about.

“Atlas Drakov is only the most powerful and most respected mafia boss in this entire universe- no exaggeration there by the way,” he added, “You my pretty little friend, you now belong to Mr Drakov. If you want to survive and not die some kind of grizzly and drawn out death, then I suggest you keep your dainty mouth shut and do exactly what you’re told,” he warned me.

“I’m not an object to be thrown around,” I gritted my teeth and narrowed my eyes at him, fists clenched and nails digging into my hands.

“Oh, you’re not going to be thrown around anywhere, the only way you’re going to be tossed out will be if you’re in a garbage bag over the side of a boat,” he laughed that sick and grizzly laugh that send shivers down my spine, to him, it was as though this was just a mere game he and his sick friends played.

It seemed to be that they only way they thought I was getting out of here would be via the death bed. Well, I thought otherwise. This Atlas Drakov, worlds worst villain as it seems he likes to call himself, was not going to ruin my life or end it by kidnapping me to be property of the mafia.

“We’ll see about that,” I muttered underneath my breath, attitude and fury pulsing in my veins, my head pounding from a cocktail of fear and anger.

“What was that you stupid bitch?” The man clenched his jaw and in a single movement had drawn his gun from its holster, holding it to my chest.

“Now, now, Jay, don’t go shooting her beautiful brains out before Atlas gets to meet her. I reckon we’ve caught a winner this time, one that Atlas will enjoy. And besides, if she’s not what he wants we’ll have fun with her later,” that sickening voice came back in from the front and I gulped. If I wasn’t what he wanted?

Fuck, I was going to die.

“You’re lucky you’re needed, or I would have blown that face off then and there,” the man, Jay, mumbled and shot me a deadly glare that could kill.

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