Christian Fontana and Tate carmen Romero come from different worlds, but never did he think he'd cross paths with her again.
It's a small world. Smaller than they think. Who knew there were more connections then the ones playing around in their hear...
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It's been two months.
Two fucking months.
I've decided to lose all hope. They're not coming for me. Why would they?
Leo has reminded me of how things work. Christian will find a new wife to fulfil his part. A part that involves having a wife. And it doesn't state it has to be me.
My father hasn't even come for me.
No one cares.
I sit in the corner I have been sitting in for the past two months and allow the tears to fall down my face.
The woman I met two months ago has been killed. Her brother hasn't given them what they wanted so they killed her. Right in front of me. I can't get the images of the blood splattering everywhere out of my head.
Not because I can't handle it, but because I'm next.
I'm on a timer. They've reminded me every day how long I have left. They told me it would be in two months. On September fourth, at two p.m.
Leo smiles wickedly as he grabs the gun off the table. He walks towards me. "Mmm. How long does wifey here have left?" He checks his watch. "Ah. Half an hour. If they don't show up, you're dead."
I don't bother responding. Each time I do, that's a punch in the face.
Leo waves the gun in my face. "Knife or gun?"
What kind of stupid question is that?
When I don't respond, he smirks. "Gun it is." He answers for himself. "Don't forget. Half an hour" He reminds me, exiting the old dark room.
Camille, The person I believe is Leo's girlfriend, walks into the room and stands by the door watching me. I roll my eyes when she smiles at me.
I look around the walls of the room, looking for a place to run. Leo had untied a hand so I could eat the bread he left In front of me and I put the hand behind my back when I was done.
I have a free hand that he stupidly forgot to tie together again.
Camille continues to watch me. "I'm glad they're killing you today. My baby is so busy with you that it's insane. You're not even that pretty."
I scowl at her and she giggles. She's just like her stupid boyfriend...
She walks slowly towards me and I notice she never locked the door that was behind her. She faces me and bends down to my level so our faces are facing each other. I turn my face to the side as I feel her disgusting warm breath hit my face.
