Bound By Fate

18. Lowe's part 3

I finally arrive after looking around and ensuring the creepy guy is not following me. I slowly push the bathroom door and there is no one at the outside, “Amy?” I call opening the cubicles one at a time and blood drains off my face when I notice blood on the door of one of the cubicles. I walk closer ignoring the eerie feeling to have a look and my heart stops when I step on the pool of blood that is still warm. “Amy?” I call again aware of a drop of tear from my left eye.

I slowly push the cubicle door open and I gasp when I push the door even more and I see Amy chocking on her blood. “Oh my god Amy.” I rush to her trying to stop the her from losing even more blood. She has been stabbed more than five times in the stomach and there is blood all over the place, she is turning white and I stop her when she tries to talk, “You need to save your strength I’ll call an ambulance.” I say ignoring the tears that is blurring my vision. I know I have spent some time with Fiona in training and in some shootings but I’ll never get used to the blood and the sight of someone dying especially if they are close to me.

I grab my phone straggling to tap the screen with my bloody hands to dial 911 but its is becoming difficult with the fear, pain, guilt that she might be in this condition because of me, sadness and all the other feelings I can’t explain. My chest is becoming tight from the myriad of emotions running through me numbing my nerves and causing a headache.

Amy grabs my hand stopping me from trying to call 911 and she says something that I lean closer to hear, “Run.” She says and my heart drops from that. Before I could react, I realize the person might still be here, her blood on the floor is still warm which means this happened only a few minutes from now and he must be around.
“But I can’t leave you.” I tell her trying to dial the numbers again.

She pulls me closer again, “it’s too lllaate, I wwont make it.” She stammers again. “Save yourself.” She says and she lets go breathing her last.

“Amy not again!” I cry wondering how much pain she went through; she was just living her best life and it is brutally cut short.

Before I can do anything, I make to stand but my heart drops to my stomach when a cold gun nozzle is placed on the back of my neck and terror runs all over my being, “you really are difficult to find nowadays, max” an awfully familiar sound says and I slowly turn to look.

“Ben?!” I am more surprised than disappointed since he already disappointed me time and again in our relationship. I am surprised because why is he pointing a gun at me?

“Hello baby.” He smirks nervously and I scan his bloodied clothes and my eyes grow wide as the realization sink.

“I understand why you’d want to hurt me but what did Amy do?” I ask pain evident in my face.

“I liked Amy too but I was instructed to kill her to teach you a lesson.” He says his gun still pointed at me and I stay still it has a silencer on it and I realize he can just shoot me here and now with everybody passing by outside the door.

“a lesson?” I am confused.

“They said they know you are protecting your dad.” He smiles and I realize what a psycho he actually is.

My feet grow cold when it sinks.

“Since when are you walking for the Russians?!” its unbelievable.

“That is not important.” He grabs me  by the arm pulling me to stand and I wince at his fingers pinching my bare skin “get up.”

“Where are you taking me?” I ask desperately hoping that if he had some tiny feelings for me hed reconsider.

He makes me to walk Infront of him so that he places his gun on my back and act normal, I can’t have him take me to the Russians, they will kill me, I need to do something, I can’t assume he is not well trained because I know I knew him for the last four years but he managed to keep the fact that he worked for the most dangerous criminal organization then he might as well be well prepared but I’ll take my chances, I mean am as good as dead if I end up with the Russians.

I suddenly duck sweeping him off his feet when he gets distracted and he falls on his butt with his gun flying off his hands, “Jesus. I underestimated you baby.” He laughs making to get to his feet but I rush grabbing his gun from the floor.

“This is for Amy.” I say before squeezing the trigger and its empty.

Shit, am so cooked.

He laughs evilly pulling out another gun from his ankles and I almost yell but he places a finger on his lips gesturing for me to stay quiet. “I might have been instructed to take you alive but ill blow your knee caps if you try anything silly.” He is more serious and I know he doesn’t have a shred of remorse.

“I can’t believe I loved you.” I sneer and he laughs.

“Am sure you still do baby.” He says and I want to puke from all the disgust.

“You wish.” I smile despite my tear-stricken face just to spite him. Maybe I should stall just in case someone might show up.

“what, you think your Italian boyfriend is going to save you?” He laughs. “ he has a full hand. And if you think a man of his class is going to have his attention on you genuinely then you’re stupider than I thought, he is probably just using you to get to your dad.” He laughs and am confused.

“And what would he possibly want with my dad?” I decide to play along to buy more time.

“Everything that an all-powerful man can provide.” He says and I laugh at his crazy story.

“Does Mr. Jameson look powerful to you?” I ask knowing that he really is going out of his rotting mind.

“You don’t know do you?” he asks and I am even more confused. “ you think the Russians would go after you for so long because of some useless man that killed their boss?” he asks in disbelief and I am scared at what he is planning on saying.

“What are you insinuating Ben?” I ask out of boredom.

“No seriously, just think about it. What would the Russians want with the only daughter of the leader of the Spanish Mafia?”

“What?!” I laugh loudly in disbelief and he looks confused, “You’re even more delusional than I thought.” I say suddenly moving and making to kick the gun off his hands but he is faster than me and he sends a bullet to my left leg and I whimper falling to the ground with a blinding pain on my leg. “Bitch.” I sneer grabbing my bleeding foot and narrowing my eyes dangerously on him making a mental note to be the one to give him a painful death.

“We have wasted a lot of time.” He says moving quickly and hitting my temple with his gun and the lights in the bathroom go dim.

“Ouch.” I cry grabbing my neck with the other hand trying to stand but the pain is too much and my body is weak. “I am so dead.” I say to myself when I realize I might just never make it once I am taken to the Russians. Before I open my eyes again trying to clear my blurring vision from the pain and the headache, I am stubbed on the neck with a needle and I hear a hiss of the syringe being squeezed and before long my muscles go numb and everything goes black.