Impressing the Clients

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Paula's POV

"Paula," a distorted voice greeted. I wasn't sure who was I talking to, maybe Oliver or his still unknown partner.

"By now, you probably already knew your men won't be able to come home to you tonight."

"What do you fucking want?" I gritted as my tears formed around my eyes. I have to save them and I'd do everything to bring them home safe even if I didn't any fucking clue how to do that.

"Feisty as always," he chuckled, "well, me and the boys are having such an incredible time, they're physically, more or less, incapable."

"Get to the fucking point!" I growled. Clint shot me a look, clearly signaling me that what I was doing wasn't gonna help the situation.

"Since you insist," he sighed and continued, "I want you to talk to them. I want you to hear their weak, dry voices before I kill them. It's part of my 'torture' to them. I want them to hear your voice for one last time and break their fucking hearts because after this, after I fucking cut their throats, I'm coming to get you and do whatever I want with you."

I shot a look at Clint. Tears fell down my face as I listened to the caller. I was afraid and worried and angry all at the same time.

"So?" The caller asked, "will you indulge the twins with your angelic voice?"

I sobbed as I waited for Clint's instruction. He nodded at me, signaling me to accept the caller's offer. We needed the time to track the caller's location.

I sighed and closed my eyes for a few seconds.

"Please, I want to talk to them," I softly answered as I tried to stop my sobs.

The man laughed hysterically. "Good choice!"

"Savor this, Paula. This will be the last time you'll ever hear from them," he finally said before the other line became quiet for a few seconds. The longest few seconds of my life.

Then there it was.

"Hey, love," Marco's rasped voice greeted.

"Oh my god, Marco," I immediately broke down as soon as I heard his voice. His voice was weak and dry.

"It's—," he coughed, "it's so good to hear you, Paula."

"Listen to me, Marco. stay strong, okay? I'm coming to get both of you," I sobbed as I tried to comfort him. I can't bear to imagine what kind of torture he and Mason have gone through.

"No, don't endanger yourself, love. Please."

"No!" I shouted, "I'm coming, whether you like it or not!"

"Love, please don't. I love you and I can't have you endanger yourself for us—,"

"That's enough, give some time for your brother," the man who has the phone announced and there was a second of silence. I was waiting for Mason's voice.

"Love, listen to Marco, please," Mason's deeper yet weaker voice flooded my ear and it made me even sob harder.

"I can't just do nothing, Mason. I fucking can't. I'm sorry," I cried out. Tears fell from my eyes, snot flooded my nose and I couldn't care less.

"Fuck, it's like your voice soothed my soul, love," he commented weakly.

"Just—," I cried frustratingly, "just stay strong please, I'm coming!"

"Okay, enough drama," the man talked at the other line, "it makes me fucking cringe as I watch these devils all in love. Thank you for participating in our game and I'll see you soon, love."