Neglected Limits

38| Locked

Bianca

I strapped my thigh holster tighter, before getting up from the bed and tying my hair up in a ponytail in the mirror.

The red dress had been discarded on the floor in the bathroom, and I was again in my signature black top and pants.

Luckily I'd snuck them into the suitcase, and now they were coming in hand.

I strapped a gun and my knife this time in my holster for extra measures. If Matteo really thought I was going was to obey him and not get my way then he really didn't know me.

Oh well, he didn't need to know me.

I walked out of my room after checking in the mirror to ensure the red lipstick I reapplied is perfect. That was going to be my most important weapon tonight.

Going straight to the kitchen I searched for some kind of tape. After finding duct tape in one of the cupboards I walked towards the elevator and stuck on a piece of tape on the digital code lock. I hadn't been able to see what the numbers were when Matteo quickly put them in, but I always had other ways.

Making sure the tape fully compressed to the lock, I peeled the tape off and held it above my red light torch. Matteo's fingerprints showed perfectly on the tape on the certain numbers he used to unlock the code.

For the next five minutes, I put in all those specific numbers in different orders until the code was unlocked.

The elevator slid open and I pressed for the lowest floor. As the elevator came to a stop and started sliding open, I steeled my spine and jutted out my chin to add a sense of authority. 

I step into the garage, my black heels clanking against the concrete loudly. Now there was only one man standing near the gate, his posture confident and eyes set ahead. But with my steps echoing off the ground, he looked my way and lowered his gaze immediately as if he'd be burned if he looked too long.

"Open the gate." I tell him. 

The guard raises both his eye brows in confusion. "The boss said to not let anyone in or out." He said looking ahead.

"Yes, anyone who isn't me." I said adding annoyance to my voice.

He clears his throat. "Sorry Miss, my orders did not exclude you." He said not making eye contact.

I slip my hand into my pants' pocket and bring the USB up to show him. "This is urgent, I'm not going to waste time here talking to you. Open the gate." I said the last few words harsher for him to get it through his thick skull.

He looked at the random USB I'd grabbed from my purse. I'd gotten that USB off of some man I'd killed during my trip to Vegas and after checking that the USB had nothing in it I'd stashed it into my purse. Who knew this useless thing would come in hand.

He looked at the USB for a bit too long, his eyes narrowing. Hopefully he was dull enough to not realize that Matteo would never keep anything important in a cheaper dollar store USB, but fingers crossed.

"What exactly is in there?" He asked.

I gave him a glare. "You think I'll tell any fucking guard what Matteo needs so urgently?" He looked down in silence. "Maybe you're a spy, Matteo did tell me there were a lot of snitches here." I said louder. "Huh? Why else do you wanna know what's in here?" 

I saw the worry spread across his face like a fire on oil, and I knew I had him. He shook his head multiple times, looking around hurriedly.

"No, no, no miss, I'm sorry for intruding, I didn't mean to inquire." He locks his gaze on the floor again, his breaths coming out hurried.