In The Midst of Trouble

Chapter 28

Gen’s P.O.V

I was getting pretty damn used to seeing darkness but not voluntarily. I have no idea how many times I had yearned for an opportunity to sleep as much as I’d like; only if I had known that it would have such high stakes attached to it.

I don’t think I have ever been this scared in my entire life, and I will keep on emphasizing it until I’m out of it. I have been sitting with a blind fold for some minutes now, in silence at that, slowly hearing my inner voices make unhelpful assumptions about how my demise is just around the corner. The only upside to this was that I could feel clothing on my body and I was now dry. My neck did prick a little from the sting of the needle.

A door opened, making me sit up in alarm. Footsteps approached where I sat and halted maybe a couple of inches away from me. Subsequently, I felt hot breath on my forehead, then the tips of calloused fingers grazing my cheek. Flinching away from the unfamiliar touch, the individual proceeded to chuckle dryly and tucked some hair behind my ear.

Due to my heart pounding so hard that even my eardrums were chiming along, I mixed the cacophony of words that spilled out of the stranger’s mouth but I was certain of one thing; that was not Aurelio or Arturo and whoever it was, they were definitely male and spoke Spanish. I used to romanticize the Spanish language and found it rather attractive when hearing it in Telenovelas but now, I never ever want to hear it again.

Finally, the blindfold was ripped away from my face and my sight was graced with the image of a man, rugged and brutal looking, yet someone not too bad looking. I knew then and there that this was probably the worst of them all, the big bad wolf to my little red riding hood. His face was hard like granite and his gaze was unwavering. It was like he wanted to light me on fire just with his eyes and to be honest, I was expecting to spontaneously combust any second from now.

“It is, rather unfortunate that such an innocent and lovely woman should get mixed up with all of this,” he spoke in a deep yet surprisingly gentle voice and then smirked at me. His eyes were filled with a poisonous hue. He was dangerous, no doubt, but something about him made the hair on the nape of my head stand. Instinctively, I sank back in my seat, and he noticed this.

His fingers began to tap on the table, as he studied me slowly. “Do you know why you are here?” he inquired, but I just pursed my lips together, refusing to speak. He tsked and then his jaw ticked. “Well, I will tell you then. You are here because your husband has something that can destroy me and many others. He is in a position of power; he has an ace up his sleeve and he could use it at any time,” he went on, and then grew silent afterwards.

I wet my lips with my tongue, attempting to be as comfortable as possible with my hands tied behind my back. We had a stare down, and he was visibly daring me to speak. “And let me guess, you think I know where this secret weapon is?” I squeaked. Like a whole chipmunk…fucking shit!

 

Standing up, he went to stand behind my chair and sank down to my level. I felt his breath on the side of my neck. “Surely you two shared a lot of intimate details during pillow talk. He must have mentioned where he has some certain files kept under lock and key?” he whispered menacingly and I gulped. He must have mistaken that for admission because what followed was a Eureka moment.

“So, you do know what I’m talking about?” he stated rather than asked. Sitting back down once more, he looked me dead in the eye and placed his hands on the table like he was about to close a business deal. “Pretty lady, I don’t want to hurt you and I won’t if you just cooperate. But if you choose the difficult way instead, I wouldn’t mind doing some very unspeakable things to you,” he trailed off and a cold shiver ran down my spine.