Relationship Status: Mafia

Chapter 5

____ALICE POV___

I had the most bizarre yet extremely vivid dream. Apparently, I have been obsessing over Han so much that I dreamed about the bastard. I could picture the beady eyed old man standing over me, laughing. I can even smell the nostril burning stench of the restaurant. This dream felt so realistic. It's like I hear Han's voice still.

My eyes cracked open slightly, and they stung from white lights flooding my vision.

"Ow, son of a-

When I'm able to open my eyes clearly, after blinking a few times, I quickly realize my 'dream' was reality.

"Wha- God dammit!" I'm unable to move, but when I try, I slice my hand on something behind me.

I couldn't move my arms freely, and I quickly discovered they were bound behind me. So we're my legs taped together in front of me.

"Look who finally decided to wake up." The voice that sounds like nails on a chalkboard caught my attention. "I never took you as the type of cop to break into a poor man's humble restaurant."

Han was standing in front of me with a scowl on his sweaty face. From what I could make of my surroundings, we were in another room meant for prep work, similar to the kitchen. I was sitting upright against the wall, nestled in a corner at the end of the counter. There is a large metal table in the middle of the room that Han stood beside.

"Humble." I mumbled ironically to myself.

My head started to pound like a drum being beat on repeat. When I think back to what felt like seconds ago, I recall a bat being swung at my head. Also, this greasy little man was the one who wielded it and stood over me with a sickening smile.

"What do you think you're doing, huh?" I'm finally able to see straight and glare at Han. "You assaulted an officer that will have you in jail at least four years. Plus, the meth I saw that's another mmmm, I don't know 20 years."

Han laughed as he pulled out a roll of duct tape from a drawer. With a loud tear, he pulled a strip off using his teeth.

"You sound so sure that you're going to make it out of here." He slaps the tape over my mouth. "After all the trouble you have caused me, you're lucky to be alive, stupid girl."

I muffled plenty of colorful and creative words at Han into the tape. It's obvious I am currently at a disadvantage with my hands and feet bound. However, this is not my first rodeo in this type of situation.

There is another person that enters the room, a younger boy, who was packaging drugs at the tabl earlier. He looks too young to be caught up in this sort of trouble. I try to get his attention, but my words are inaudible by the damn tape over my lips. It is no use because when he does look at me, his face is empty and cold.

I threw my head back and immediately regret that when pain resonates again in my skull. When I adjust my back against the wall, I snag my hand on something sharp. In this restaurant, I'm liable to catch some ungodly disease by the rancid state of it.

"Hurry now, grab the bag from the safe!" Han ordered the boy to retrieve something.

Han paced anxiously about the room and threw an occasional glance over his shoulder. When I leaned forward, I spotted a door in the back of the room, so I'm assuming he's expecting guests. By the change of his normal demeanor to outright disturbed, they must be unwelcome guests to say the least.

"And move this, this-ugh." Han was talking about me and couldn't finish his sentence, throwing his hands in the air.

He was really deeply frazzled by whoever was coming. I surely shouldn't be here for it.