Secrets Red Aloud: Mafias Undoing

chp12 Drugged

Darya

I wake up in a strange room, bright and… orange. Clearly that has no sense of colour. Daze, puzzled and confused. I sit up attentively. Ready to fight- my mother had taught me when I was young.

The guy from the library. Now up close I know where I have seen him before. He's part of the Russian mob. I don't know who thought. His brown locks, twisting and curling framing his chiselled face. His dark tree eyes lie in a haunted forest.

Why am I here?

The bright room, almost blinding, has few decorations. A few frames scattered about. I try to squint my eyes to see the pictures but I can't.

I stare at him. Did he know? The power I have over the fall of his mafia. No, how could he?

"I saved you.'' He points at me. "Here eat."

He shoves a plate of English breakfast with a side of cut oranges.

He must have noticed me staring at his face.

"What have I got something on me?" I don't answer, as he leans towards me. My chest heaves up. "Or do you like the sights?"

I roll my eyes, sitting up fully. "So I guess that's a no."

This time I took him in. He's taller than I thought. Then I saw in the library or in the many photos I have seen in the papers. He's in a three piece suit. Is he going somewhere? Or is this his default look. Everytime I see this man in a photo he's always wearing a three piece suit. And it suits him. 

I take a bite of my toast. It is some of the best food I have ever had. Man, I'm hungry. My mind tries to reflect on what happened, my head hurts a dull pain that throbbed like an annoying fly that you can’t see. All I remember is Tom8, handing me a drink and telling me to come meet someone. A cough got my intention, he had been moving his mouth but I hadn't liesned. I didn't trust this man one bit. He is too… confident.

"Who are you?" I finally say, the pure shock on his face. Surprised me his head tips back in laughter.

"She talks." I push my plate away, placing it on the drawer. Leaving the oranges. I stand up fast. My legs are weak, and I fall forward. His warm hands pull me up, his hands are on the fabric of my clothes. He's touching me. I feel the coolness filling the sides of my stomach.

"Easy Rose." I glare at him, telling him the nickname is not welcome. Something is nagging at me, what am i forgetting.

The buddy system.

"My friends-"

"Called you and I told them you will be fine."

I don't trust him. "You never answered my question."

"I didn't." He states.

"Lisen, I get that you helped, I must have been pissed so much that I let you take me home." Straining the last word. "But I'm going."

“Not without finishing your oranges.” As if he is the image of hospitality.

“I'm allergic.” I say ”and now leaving.” I wave my hands about. He let go of my waist. I realise he's still holding, I feel disappointed.