Her Wish, His Promise (Rewrite)

ELEVEN

Two Weeks Later 

ANGELO POV 

The house is silent as night falls, all the lights in the windows are off, and the mic on Mina’s phone is silent. I shift in my seat and check the time, groaning when I realize it's only a few minutes past two AM. My phone buzzes as a call from Chris comes in, telling me that this night just got even longer.

I answer and wait for whatever shit he’s throwing at me now, “what is it?” I question.

“You haven’t left the house yet right?” He says.

“No, I was going to stay for a little longer.” I explain.

“Shit’s changed, I need you to pick up the bitch, now. Cancel any plans you have for the rest of the morning.” He says hastily.

“You got it.” 

“Good. I don’t want anything getting in the way this time, I can’t afford another fuck up, especially with Ricky.” 

“I know. I’ll handle it.” I reply coldly.

He hangs up and leaves me in the silence of my own car, stuck in the calm before the shit storm. I take a deep breath as I pull on my gloves and check my sedatives. I holster my gun and put my phone to silent before exiting the car. 

I cross the street to reach Ricky’s house, remaining closer to the shadows as I get closer. I keep a watchful eye on the entrances, going over the plan in my head, and making sure there’s no one else watching. The sleek, modern house is filled with glass and concrete, leaving too many blind spots for my taste but there’s not anything I can do about it.

I quickly find my point of entrance, shattering the glass, and rushing inside before the alarm completely goes off. The glass crunches beneath my boots, wedging in the thick rubber soles. I cross the dark kitchen and reach the alarm, then dismantling and silencing it before it will have the chance to notify the police.

I walk down the narrow, deathly silent hallway, pacing my steps to be as quiet as possible. I reach the end of the hallway and make my way into the bedroom. I pull a needle out from the case, and fill it with the sedative. She’s buried beneath the sheets as I reach her, placing my gloved hand over her mouth and plunging the needle into her neck.

Her eyes widen as she awakens, the panic filling her face, but just as quickly it disappears as the sedative takes hold. I pull a gag, blindfold,  and a pair of handcuffs from the jacket pocket, placing them on her. I pull her limp body from the sheets and adjust her so she lays over my shoulder. 

I make my way back through the house and finally to my car, my heart still pumping with adrenaline. I unlock the trunk and place her inside. I climb back inside the driver’s side and text Chris, letting him know that I have her.
…

Ryan steps into the room as I finish securing the ropes that tie her to the bed. She groans as she awakens, twisting around before she screams. The sound is muffled by her gag.

“Who’s the bitch?” Ryan says.

“Rick’s sub, Cheyenne. Chris had me pick her up earlier than I had planned for and this was the best I could do.” I explain.

“What the fuck does he want with her?” 

“Hell if I know, I just do what he tells me, the man pays my bills, it’s not my place to question him.” I throw my hands up in the air in defeat.

Ryan walks over to her, pinning her down against the mattress as he removes her blindfold. She pushes against him, fighting his hold. “She’s fucking hot, man. I love when they fight back. Mind if I have some fun?”