Love On Fire

Taxi

Bumps that cause me to levitate slightly before crashing back down start to wake me up from my deep sleep. The taste of copper all to familiar to me resonates in my mouth as I turn my neck around only to be locked up in the trunk of a car.

Memories wash over me causing me to close my eyes and curse in my head.

After hitting another bump causing me to moan in pain we finally come to a stop. The two men open the trunk, revealing me tied and bound. They rip off the duck tape over my mouth making my face scrunch up in discomfort.

"Why am I here?" I ask them angrily in Russian.

"Because someone important wants you." The taller man with black hair answers.

"Who do you work for?" I ask my heart sinking about the thought of Maxim, my ex husband, finding me after almost two years.

"None of your business." The same man grunts as he pushes me out of the car, letting me fall into the concrete floor. I yell out in pain as my head takes another hit tonight.

"Who do you work for?! Mr. Petrov?" I ask, issuing my ex husbands last name, his business name.

"Petrov?" The other man questions with a smirk.

"Honey, he's dead." He tells me with a sickening smile. I roll to my side and let out a laugh of joy.

"The king is dead!" I voice aloud in a mocking way, a weight being lifted from my shoulders.

"He's not the king anymore. We want you for something else." The man growls before picking my up by the neck and throwing me on a chair against a yellow taxi.

"I'm no help to you." I seethe.

"Ah! But you are wrong. Tell me, who is the man in the mask." The black haired Russian asks.

"I don't know." I answer truthfully.

"What is his name?!" He screams in my face, shoving my head with a bat slightly.

"I don't know, asshole! He never told me!" I yell at him, earning him to slap me across the face. The other man pulls him back as he's about to swing his bat on me.

"They want her alive, to talk. Cool it." He whispers calming the aggressive man.

"Yeah, tell your bitch to ease up." I tell the bald man who's holding back the man with the bat as I spit out blood from my bleeding mouth, it hitting the ground next to my chair.

The dark haired man loses his temper and slams the bat over my head, causing me duck. Glass from the taxi I'm leaning on breaks into pieces, flying to the ground and against my back making me groan in pain.

"Sergei! Vladimir told us not the kill her yet." The bald man lectures.

"Answer the questions I was told to ask." The man with the bat tells me angrily, getting in my face. My bottom lip quivers as I scowl looking up at the man.

"I. Don't. Know. His. Name." I answer slowly being as clear as possible.

"Liar!" They yell at me. I kick the man in front of me in his precious area causing him to yelp slightly and cower backwards in pain.

"I'm not lying you assholes!" I scream at them losing my temper, and quite honestly my sense of right.

"Oh you little..." He starts to say picking up his bat and lifting his arms to swing.

I close my eyes and await the blow.

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Short but effective :)

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