Something I Need (A Luke Evans x OC Mafia Fanfiction)

Escape...?

A/N: This chapter is unedited.  Sorry for the long interval. Please enjoy this one. For those who didn't get any updates on this one btw, this story is under reconstruction and as of today all chapters (storyline) have been changed and updated. I'll be writing and uploading a new chapter soon. Take care, y'all. <3

Chapter 4 - Escape...?

Steph POV

"Alright, that's it!" Someone spoke from behind me making the blood drain from my face. He didn't arrive alone. I was suddenly grabbed from behind as my eyes lost sight of everything around me when the blindfold wrapped around my eyes and my mouth was taped.

"God damn it, Steph. Why do you have to be so fucking stubborn?" says my captor as I was placed on a cold metal chair, he pulled my arms behind me and I heard the clanging sound of handcuffs hitting the chair as I was being cuffed. Great. It was soon followed by the sound of more tape being used and this time, I felt my ankles being taped to the chair.

"Some things never change." another voice muttered "Wake up, Luke. She got you good." I heard him grin. Damn right I got him good, he just had to bring other people with him. I could've handled Morris too. The sound of a man groaning made me realize Luke was finally awake and probably with a pounding headache.

"What happened?" he asked "Why did you tie her up?"

"Well, she did try to kill you brother" the one who placed me on the chair spoke, with a grin in his tone as well. Suddenly everything was bright again when Luke pulled the blindfold away. I glared at him then at the other two men beside him, I stupidly thought I could outrun them but when I looked at the door and saw Morris looking at me with a disappointed look in his face as he closed the door behind him and leaned against it, I knew I was in deep shit.

"She did and now she has questions to answer." Luke gritted through his teeth as he rubbed the back of his neck. He looked at me differently than how he looked at me a few days ago when I first arrived. The man to his left, wearing a white stained shirt with black markings stepped forward and slowly pulled the tape from my mouth slowly. Once it wasn't fully covering my lips, I decided to speak my piece "I ain't answering any of your fucking qu--" my words were cut off as the tape was placed back in place.

"Yeah, nope." white shirt guy stated shaking his head "she's not gonna cooperate. I suggest we throw her out." he cocked his head in the direction of the door.

"Yeah, sure dumbass, she's seen our face." the man to Luke's right agreed nonchalantly then rolled his eyes, I immediately recognised his voice. He was the one who slammed my ass on this chair. I squirm as an attempt to loosen the tape, fail. As the two men either side of Luke were bantering, Luke was staring at me intensely. He was mad, he has every right to be and so did I but there was something else I saw in his eyes that revealed themselves to me and disappeared as quick as a blink of an eye; was it disappointment, sadness, loss... love?

"Enough," he bellowed "both of you. You're not helping." he looked at either men "Stick to the plan."

"Fine," one sighed in defeat as he removed the tape covering my lips again "be nice." he warned.

"Alrighty, love" butt slammer says as he sits on a chair near me "We've got questions, just to get to know you." he shrugged.

"Don't answer to smartly, or your demon dog dies." the other threatened.

"Lawrence, not now." Luke says rubbing both hands on his head, his body leaning on the table behind him.

"What?" Lawrence asked with a shrug, not a care in the world.

"Demon dog?" I asked "Are you talking about Bailey?!" he grins sinisterly "Yes, mate."

"What the fuck did you do to him?!"I ask enraged

"Calm down, Steph" the other one grips my shoulder to keep me from moving around "We just want to know where Markus is."

I sighed in frustration, are these men so fucking dumb they can't hear anything I've been telling them all this time? "For the hundreth time, for fuck's sake! My name is not Steph. My name Lavander Covey-McKinley. I don't know who the fuck you're looking for, but she's probably my doppleganger. And I don't know who this Markus guy is!"

“I wonder if she hit her head really hard." I heard Lawrence whisper to Luke who rolled his eyes but looked like he considered it.

"What do we do now?" asks the guy who tied me to the chair.

"I don't know, Brad." The men looked at each other before a phone rang out to signify a notification and Luke reached into his pocket to unlock his phone and simply said "Standby." then hung up.

"You know what. Fine." Luke says after a minute of contemplating, "Let her go." He tells Morris who looks at me with wide eyes then look at Luke like he grew three heads.

"But, sir-"

"Let her go. if she is says who she says she is." he says as he leans his back on the wall next to the door "Then we let Ms. Covey-McKinley go."

After a beat Morris makes his way behind me and unlocking my handcuffs. As soon as I felt the cuffs loosen, I muster up all of my energy and made a run for it. Out the door, up on the stairs that revealed the kitchen.

"Bailey?" I call out, I tried calling out twice but after I realized I was being fooled by Dumbass, Dumb and Dumber I found my way to the front door and ran as fast as I could.

The front lawn wasn't a front lawn, it was a country. Hectares upon hectares of land unfolded before me as I ran the maid road, it was a joke. An absolute joke. Running as far as my legs were able to take me, I was able to spot in the distance what seemed like the entrance to the property. As I got closer I noticed two blurbs of black and stopped in my tracks as I figures that looked awfully familiar, and before I could even comprehend what was happening I fell to the ground feeling limp only to see a bullet-dart with a red tail impaled to my thigh. I close my eyes only to feel like I was being lifted when I heard voices.

"Now, what?" A voice asked

"Now, we find out what the hell is going on." the voice came from the person carrying me. There were more murmurs of conversation but I couldn't make them out as I fell to a deep sleep.