Tied to the devil

The chase

Maia POV

"It's Maia everyone wants" repeats over and over in my head.

I want to die. Death will be better than anything that is going to happen to me.

I stumble away from the door, my body in shock. My mind races with thoughts as I begin to run down the hallway.

How do they know?

Why would he have sex with me if he knew who I was?

Why was Mario nice to me?

What were they planning to do with me?

Was any of it real?

Tears well in my eyes I can't, no I won't go back to my father. They want to use me to make him come out of the shadows, what they don't know is that I want him dead more than they do.

I'm running away again. Running away from powerful men that want to control me, use me, abuse me, I won't be the pawn to all these men anymore. I'm thing they all fucking want. Again.

I have studied the guards' movements for the past week, 9 o'clock on a Tuesday the best route out is the front gate at switch over time when there are only two guards.

I don't stop, I don't look back my focus is primarily on getting the hell out of this prison.

I stick to the side of the house, so the security cameras don't see me, my heart is thumping in my chest, adrenalin circulating though me. I run to the bushes right in front of the gate, there is a buzzer to open it which is protected by two armed guards twice the size of me.

Let's hope my fight training is as good as it used to be. They both have two guns in their holsters if I can just get my hands on one, I will be able to get out easily.

I sneak up behind the guard, punching him hard in the face making my hand throb at the impact. I pummel him with my fists, dodging a few of his attempts to hit me back. He lands a huge blast to my stomach making all the air in my lungs disappear. I choke from the lack of air as he punches me again whilst I am down. My nose bleeds at a punch, I stumble over landing on the floor.

Shit. I really need to work on my combat skills.

He steps over me thinking he won, staring down at my tiny hurt body.

I kick him straight in the balls making him shout in agony, I may not be an amazing fighter, but I know men have an easy weak spot. I jump up from the floor, he kicks me with his foot in the thigh making me wince in pain.

Launching forward I grab the gun from the holster. Here we fucking go.

I point it right at his head before turning it to the side knocking him out cold leaving him only just breathing. I take the key card from his neck; then I sprint through the extreme ache in my leg and chest till I reach the gate. I am met with a guard pointing a gun right at me. I roll on the floor to dodge his few shots, one just grazing my arm making it bleed.

Pain sores through me. I just have to hold on. Freedom is worth the pain.

Everyone will have heard the shot and the compound will swarm with guards.

I haven't killed anyone in 4 years. The trauma from killing over 50 people stayed with me for so long until I realised it was my fathers' fault, that blood was on his hands. And this blood is on Carlos.

I pull the gun up and direct it right at his face, my hand is steady, prepared, shooting is second nature to me. The man is scared I can tell, his life is in my hands and before I can overthink, I pull the trigger.