Iris

•*Chapter 33*•

I R I S

He laughed at me.

Laughed at me.

"Aren't you like 14 or something?" Was the question I asked. And he laughed in my face.

"I'm 17 actually, but go figure." He said with a shrug. I looked at him with disbelief and then it was my turn to laugh.

"Yeah and this is a McDonald's drive thru." I replied with an eye roll. He stood up in front of me and caressed my face before slapping me hardly, successfully causing my head to fly to the side. I spit at his hoes, revealing blood.

"If I were you I would stop talking dude." He said flatly. The van jerked to a stop and a couple seconds pass before the back of the van is being opened once more. The same men come and pull me out of the truck. They led me to a worn down warehouse looking building.

Typical kidnapper location.

When we enter the rancid smelling building, we took many twists and turns before I was pushed in a dirty room, Adam walking in with me. He then tied me to a rope dangling from the ceiling.

Ugh, the cliche.

"So, which mafia are you apart of?" I asked. I was scared shitless, but I had to keep a neutral face. Adam just looked at me and rolled his eyes.

"Not the mafia, princess." He spat. "The golden arrows."

I raised my eyebrow at him.

"The most ruthless gang in the country. Led by me of course." He boasted.

So.

You're telling me, that I was kidnapped by some pathetic street gang?

But before I could blink a fist came flying into nose.

Oops, must've said that out loud.

"Oh so you think that because you're this mafia princess, you're better than everybody?" He asked. When I didn't answer, he backhanded me so hard that I started to see stars.

"Well since you won't answer, I'll tell you what your oh-so lovely brothers did." He said, before pulling up a rusty ass chair and sitting on it directly in front of me.

"My father worked for your brother. He was apart of the technical team, y'know, he tracked down people and stuff of the sort." He began. "One night though, my father decided that he wanted to get out in the action. But your dumb brother wouldn't let him. So when they were on a mission, my dad stole some weapons and decided this was the night he was gonna make his debut. He ended up going out and fighting, but he didn't last long before a gun was pointed to his head, and when he Alejandro saw him he didn't do anything. You're brother killed my father. And now I'm gonna kill you."

Dude, your father killed himself.

Is what I would say if I wanted to get killed.

"Oh that's terrible." Is what I said instead, the sarcasm not going unnoticed by Adam, resulting in a kick to my face. And once I felt a whole lot of pressure relieved from above my eyebrow, I knew I reopened the wound I just got stitches taken out of.

"We'll see what smart ass answers you have when a knife is in your fucking stomach." He said stroking my face.

I smiled sweetly at him before replying.

"I can't wait."

Iris shut your fucking mouth!

He just sighed and pinched my cheek before getting up and going to the exit. But before he left he turned around and spoke.