Vengeance (COMPLETED)

Part 37

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They wouldn't tell me where they were taking me. They kept me blindfolded in the back of a van with my hands tied behind my back. I didn't have to pretend to be scared or annoyed — I was both. It didn't take long before it started to become uncomfortable. Hours passed before they removed my blindfold. By then, my anxiety had well and truly turned into regret. This is by far the stupidest thing I've ever done. I never should've done it. I shouldn't have even suggested it.

They've placed me in a plastic chair with my ankles tied to its legs, and my wrists together behind me. My back hurts from being forced to arch. Not being able to move is starting to become unbearable. The room they're keeping me in is the exact opposite of the one I was in when they held me back in St Louis. It's bright. It looks sterile, like a hospital room, except there are no windows. The light is purely fluorescent, shining directly in my face. Two patio heaters standpoint my way, filling the room with warmth it doesn't need. I'm already sweating.

I have to keep reminding myself that Atticus is coming. He knows exactly where I am. He will be here soon. I just need to wait it out. I repeat his name over and over in my head. The reassurance that he's on his way is enough to keep my anxiety at bay for a little while. I focus on him and how great it will be for the both of us when this is all over. My heart rate has finally settled when I hear a door slam. I instantly become more alert, knowing this could be Vassilis. If it is, our plan will have been successful and they would've led Atticus right to him. But it also means I have to face the man I've been hiding from for years. The man who killed my mother.

I keep my eyes glued to the door, knowing I can't cower away if this is who I think it is. The door creaks open, an older man appearing in my view. Vassilis. Bile rises in my throat. I fucking hate him. He looks like shit. He's cleaner than he was in the photos I saw of him in prison, but he'll never be pleasant to look at. His hair has greyed and a thick beard covers his chin. He's so wrinkled, his face looks sagged. An evil smile peeks through his facial hair. I fight the urge to look away.

"Finally, the girl who thought she could outsmart me. Look at you now..." his voice sounds coarse. My instincts are screaming at me to cuss him out, but I can't. I have to act like I want to be here. He moves closer. "I must say, I'm surprised you handed yourself over knowing full well what I'll do to you."

"I told you, I want to make a deal," I respond. "Spare me my life and I'll help you take down your sons."

"You made quite a show back in the city. Seems like my son couldn't keep you happy."

"They're just as bad as you are. I could never be with a criminal like that."

"Then you're not as smart as I thought you were. There's no way out of this for you."

"Yes, there is. That's why I'm here."

"Then you've been mistaken. There's no need for me to strike a deal. You were foolish to think I'd leave you alive," he looms over me.

"I know everything about their operation. I know their weaknesses. I know their plans to kill you."

"By the time I'm done with you, you're going to wish you were dead."

"No," I protest. I can't show him how scared I am. He'll enjoy that too much. "You need me. I'll tell you everything you need to know."

He lets out a deep chuckle and starts heading back to the door. He turns around for a moment, his smirk even more evil than before.