The Mafia Man in the Club

Chapter 21 : Kidnapped

I woke up, or so I thought, feeling very groggy.

But I couldn't see. It soon came to my attention my eyes were closed. I couldn't get them to open. I couldn't move my arms or my legs, I couldn't speak. I was beginning to freak out.

I could hear faint voices in the distance but no words were truly formed.

Is this what waking from a coma feel like? I don't like it...I frowned mentally.

I kept trying and soon my eyes opened just a bit, and then closed again. It was too bright in here, I can't see with my eyes open either. I held my eyes open just a sliver trying to adjust even a little to the light and they soon did.

I tried moving and groaned painfully. My head hurts like hell...

"You're awake!" someone said happily and I groaned again

So loud.....

I feel like I have a hangover, but I hadn't been drinking. Soon everything came rushing back and I began to get very scared.

Where am I?

What happened?

Where's Lauren?

My limbs ached terribly but I was able to move. My eyes landed on two figures in the middle of the room who were watching me intently. I locked eyes with one of them.

"Took you long enough"

"What was I injected with?" I whispered more to myself than them, but it was answered.

"A temporary paralyzation shot that also knocked you out"

"But why does my body ache so bad?"

"Just one of the symptoms. Now. Enough with the questions. That's not your place."

I show no fear, my voice didn't waver, but I'm petrified on the inside. Cammie's parents always told me that they thrive on fear, don't show your fear and they are likely to leave you alone. That was also referring to bullies...but I'm sure the same applies...

I just looked at them after his comment.

"What don't you tell us about your little boyfriend?"

That sounded like a demand rather than a question. Of course it was.

"I don't have a boyfriend" I replied almost confused

They have a very thick accent. What is it? It's not Italian. They don't' sound like Al-

Oh no. Not me. Why?

"You mean.....Mr. Genovese?..."

"Who else, love?"

"He isn't my boyfriend"

I wasn't lying. I mean, did you hear him ask me?

I suppose fucked up humor makes me feel better on the inside...

"Then what's this?"

I was showed 3 photos. All of me and Alissio at the club earlier.

"I barely know the man. And he's certainly not my boyfriend"

"It sure looks like you know him"

I shrugged.

"Chto nam s ney delat'? Boss ne vernetsya do zavtra"
(What do we do with her? Boss won't be back until tomorrow.)

"Prosto ostav' yeye zdes'. Poka ne trogay yeye. Prinesi yey cherez chas buterbrod i butylku vody. Bol'she nichego, poka syuda ne priyedet boss."
(Just keep her here. Don't touch her yet. Bring her a sandwich in an hour and a bottle of water. Nothing else till boss gets here.)