Locked in chains

Chapter 13

I am lying in bed thinking about yesterday's kiss. We didn't have sex, we stopped ourselves before it got to that. I definitely don't want to be another of his ''Women''. I don't know what to expect and I guess I want to know his intentions before doing anything. It's been the most intense feeling I've ever experienced. I had some "boyfriends" in the past, but every time I found them boring and broke up. The only thing I'm sure of is that I don't want to let him go, I want to hold onto him and not let go. I need his presence near me, my body craves his touch, and the more days are passing, the less I can resist him. It's now 11:30 in the morning, and I just got out of the shower. I'm getting dressed to check out some restaurants in Toronto. I want to have a coffee and read a bit to make the day go by a little faster. The guys are supposed to come back late tonight, and I don't want to stay here waiting for them. I put on my shoes on, grab my bag and a light coat since it's cold here. As I reach for the doorknob, I hear a loud noise from the other side of it. I freeze instantly in place, and my muscles have never been as rigid as they are now. I'm supposed to be alone, the guys are gone, I'm supposed to be alone. I shake these thoughts from my head and rush to my bedside table. I open it to grab the weapon that I keep there in case a situation like this happens. I check to see if it's loaded. One, two, three, four, and five bullets. I hope it will be enough. I don't know how many of them are downstairs, but they're not getting me today. Not ever. I hold the gun in my hands and advance slowly towards the door. I stand on the side of it and try to listen through it. I feel my heart racing, and my breathing getting heavier. I put my eyes back on the door and place my hand on the handle to open it to see outside. It's so quiet that I even think for a moment that I might have imagined it all, but the atmosphere is so cold and dense that it could send shivers down my spine. What is happening here? I move down the hallway, gun in hand, making sure no one is on the second floor. I open every door I see along the way and position myself in the corner of the hallway to hide. A few minutes go by with the same silence as before, and I no longer dare to move. I stay in my position and wait for another noise to happen. I can feel a presence in the villa, and sometimes I think I can hear footsteps in the kitchen. I take my phone out of my jeans pocket and dial Lucas's number.

RING.... RING.... RING...

-The number you're trying to reach cannot be answered at the moment, please...

I hang up and try again. Same message. Urgh. I'm calling Kyle thinking he should answer, he's always on his phone anyway. I dial his number and wait for him to answer, but nothing, nothing at all. The same message keeps playing on the other end of the phone. They're always on their phones, but when I really need them, they don't pick up. I look at Cole's name appearing in my contacts and decide to call him. Maybe he'll answer?

RING... RING... RING...

"Hello?" He says.

"Cole, someone is in the villa... " I say in a whisper.

"Stay where you are, Leila. I'm coming." He says. I turn my head to the side to catch a glimpse of the living room and that's when I meet his gaze. He's looking right at me, not even moving an inch. None of us moved until I saw him smile at me.

"He's here," I say to Cole on the phone.

"Get out of there Leila," Cole says. On these words, I hang up and put my phone back in my pocket. I see him looking at me with his psychopathic smile. He's much scarier than the first time I saw him at the gang party.

"Did you miss me, muñeca?" David says with a smirk. I raise my gun in his direction before moving away from the corner, where I've been hiding. I walk down the stairs and stop in front of him, my gun still pointing at him.

"What are you doing here?" I spit.

"Oh, didn't they tell you? It's ''collect day'', muñeca. You're going home with me. "