MAFIOSO

#10

“Shit. Shit. Shit.”

He mumbled as he leaned on a tree. He peeked out of the tree and looked around him. His eyes catch a ray of light and he bent down. When he couldn’t see it again. He sprinted and placed his back on another tree. His breath was calm despite running around.

“I saw him! I saw him!!”

Suddenly, there was a loud masculine voice yelling.

“Well, damn.” The man cursed under his breath and he sprinted away.

“THERE!!”

“FOLLOW HIM!!”

“DON’T LOSE HIM!!”

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He was running but there was a man who was at his back. He was very close to him. He paused and looked back at the man. The policeman pulled out a knife at him. The man hissed.

‘I don’t have time for this.’

Instead of pulling a weapon, he set his two fists out. The policeman let out a chuckle. The policeman flung the knife at him and he dodged and instead, he stroked a kick at the man’s thighs. The policeman tripped but held himself and he gave an angry laugh. The policeman whipped the knife in the air as he targeted the man. The man went in for a punch as he threw one but instead, the policeman whipped his knife again and now sliced the man’s tummy.

The man moved backward as he was satisfied by his hard punch. He looked down at his tummy and frowned.

“I got you,” the policeman spat out blood from his mouth and smirked at the man.

The man let out a laugh in annoyance and he smiled at the man, “well, f**k you.”

His smile fell off and he suddenly threw a hard kick on the policeman’s neck and a whack on the man’s temple and jaw. The policeman felt his body go weak and he slummed on the ground.

“Motherf**ker,” he looked down at the man and cursed.

“DID YOU SEE HIM?!”

He peeked at the voice and could see a ray of light. He cursed under his breath and sprinted away.

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The man placed his back on the wall of a house and peeped behind him. He winced as he suddenly turned. He looked down at his wounded tummy and frowned.

‘That piece of sh!t.’

He glanced at the clothes that were hung outside and looked around him then he pulled one out and pressed them on his tummy and tied it around his waist. He looked around when he was done and crawled away.

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“Why are you here?”

He looked away from the ceilings and to her who stood with a glare on her face.

“Why are you suddenly here? Why come here when there are many other places you could go to? Why did you come here?”

He looked at her face and there was no smile on them and he frowned and looked away with no comment.

Ella let out an annoyed laugh and her blood boiled, “no comments? You are in my house. And you don’t want to give me an answer?! Jerk, you're in my house!!” Her voice started becoming louder as she shook in anger. “Did you come to kill me after you killed that man I saw?! Tony?!”

The man pulled himself up and sprint to her, he pressed his hands over her mouth, and with widened eyes, he whispered with a sharp tune, “you're yelling.”

She slapped his hand off of her lips, “you're in my freaking house!”

This time, he held her shoulder and pushed her to the wall, then used his other hand and pressed her lips, “be f**king quiet.”

There was the sound of a siren... It was distant yet it was noticeable. The man glanced back at the window with a line on his forehead. He looked back at her when the sound was no longer heard and he was about to take his hand off her lips but she shoveled him backward. And he grunted in pain. Ella shot daggers with a scowl on her face, and she walked out of his sight. She entered her bedroom and banged the door behind her.

The man looked away from his tummy as he checked if he was bleeding again and luckily, he wasn’t. He looked at the door and let out a low hiss.

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‘Did I just let all my anger and guilt on someone that can pull my kitchen knife and kill me? Yes, I just did.’

Ella rested her back on her bed as she sat down on the floor. She let out a sigh and looked at the door.

‘My kidnapper is behind that door and he got help from me. He is resting in my house.... Very weird.’

She picked up her new phone and glanced at the time. ‘3:56 AM.’ She frowned and whispered, “he was here for like an hour now.” She pouted as she questioned herself, “does bleeding so much makes you hungry? Because it does make me hungry when I am on my period.”

She pulled herself up and was about to take a step but she stopped, “I am not going to help him or anything. I just don’t want someone to die on me, then I’ll be taken to jail and probably get a life in a prison sentence. So, I will check if he is dead.” She huffed and walked to her door, she opened the door a little and peeped, “where is he?”

Her eyes caught his figure as he was lying on the floor with the towel filled with blood below his head as a pillow and his hand was on his injured tummy. She frowned and came out of her room; she squinted her eyes as she looked if he was breathing and his chest was moving up and down. She let a relieved breath as she saw that and was about to go back to her room when his voice stopped her.

“We didn’t kill Tony. The police did.”

Ella halted. A line etched between her brows and she turned around, “what?”

“They planned it well. As soon as he was released, on his way back, he was killed,” the man continued but with his eyes closed.

“How am I supposed to believe that? Why would the police kill him? They wanted to save him and kill you guys,” Ella walked closer to him with her brows ceased on her face.

He opened his eyes and looked up at Ella who stood with her arms folded, “I didn’t tell you for you to believe me. I just told you the truth,” and he looked away.

“H-how is that the truth? The media and police reviewed he was killed and even pushed to a river where they found his dead body,” she fought the urge to throw up a wave of nausea hit her as she talked about the dead man.

The man pulled himself up from his lying state, “if you don’t want to end up like him, you better run far away from any information about this. And that’s why you can't say you ever met me or saw me.”

Ella let out a chuckle and she sat down on the chair facing his back, “why would someone ask me about you? I don’t even know your name or anything about you.”

The man glanced at her from his shoulder and looked away, “it's better that you don’t know anything.”

Ella rolled her eyes and she looked away from his back to his neck where his tattoo was, “then, can you tell me what your tattoo means? It wouldn’t hurt, right?”

The man looked back at her with a disbelief look, “I just said that it's better you don’t know anything about me.”

“But that wouldn’t hurt. It's just a drawing that means something, right?” She folded her arms and looked at him.

The man rolled his eyes and laid down back on the floor.

Ella let out a huff. “Then do you-”

This time, he interrupted, “Has anyone told you that you talk too much?” He looked back at her as he turned to face her with a bored look on his face.

“Well, so many people have said so and I also know that I talk too much and I also blunt out when I'm nervous and uncomfortable,” she looked at him.

He was silent and remained still with his eyes on her.

“I'm nervous because you're not really saying much and you have a strange aura.” She looked down her brown eyes at his dark greens.

The man looked away this time and turned his back, “this is the most I've actually talked in a day. Let's end it here.” He lay down on the floor.

“Then, one more last thing. When are you leaving?”

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