Bound By Fate

20. stay with me.

My head is throbbing and my leg is beginning to look green, the bullet is still inside and I am afraid the infection is going to kill me if the Russians don’t kill me first.

My wrists and ankles are so red with bruises from the shackles rubbing on them and my back is aching from the uncomfortable position on the floor not to mention my butt being numb from the cold floor. My life has been so crazy and am afraid I might not be able to take it, from my mom dying because of the man that made my childhood a living hell who turns out is not my dad, my bio dads enemy who is taking me hostage to I don’t know get back at him, I seriously need a break. My head is ponding and my vision is becoming blurry from all the tiredness and bleeding.

The door is pushed and I hear footsteps walking down the steps and my eyes land on the guy with bad dental formula. He has a plate in his hand and a cup in the other, I am so hungry but a part of me is reluctant to actually eat, I mean I don’t trust them.

What if its poisoned?

“Eat up.” He says placing the food on the floor beside me and I raise my eyes lazily to look at him.

“Am not hungry.” I say leaning back on the pillar closing my eyes for a second from my sore muscles.

“It has been three days and you’ve eaten only once, am sure you’re hungry.” He says moving the plate of spaghetti closer. “ Ill be back to take the plate and the cup.”

“Has it really been three days?” I ask more to myself. I really lost track of time and it explains the tiredness and hunger not to mention my leg. I am sure I am not able to tell what day it is or what time of the day it is because of the darkness in here and no one comes down here unless a certain boy who brings me food and never says a word. Plus, I don’t know what their plan is since I have never seen their boss since he announced to me who my dad was.

“For a moment there I thought the Millans would find you almost immediately, turns out they’re not as competent or rather efficient like I thought.” He smiles like he just won a lottery and I am scared it might be too late before they find me.

“I know you’re hiding your fear of them actually showing up with that wicked grin plastered all over your face.” I respond knowing I am a hundred percent correct.
His face turns to anger suddenly as he crouches and he comes closer to me and his breath makes my stomach haul. “You know nothing about me woman.” He sneers grabbing my chin tightly and pushes my face away grudgely and I wince in pain from my headache.

“You are a coward walking under someone who could as easily put a bullet in you brains as he breathes, not able to do what you want.” I snap not knowing where the confidence is coming from. “Which is why I know you won’t kill me unless he asks you to.” I smile despite the pain on my busted lip from the fight I had with Ben at the club bathroom.

“You are playing with fire you know that?” he asks in a dangerously low tone. “You never thought I could just kill you and claim it was an accident he doesn’t like you anyway.” His word drives a heavy wedge into my heart and I feel like an elephant just sat on my chest.

I watch as he smirks again from the horror on my face and I have never prayed for life more than today. “At least ill die knowing that Leo and his siblings will have all of your heads on spikes before the end of the day.” I scoff not sure whether it was a good idea to just keep annoying him. He is really getting into my nerves and I want to kill him right now.

He opens his mouth to talk but his phone rings and he fishes it out of his pocket, “Saved by the bell.” He says placing the phone on his ear.

“Yeah…. At the basement…. the security footages are clear aren’t they……what do you mean the cameras are not working….and how did that happen…. aren’t you the head of security?” he looks pissed and I am curious about the conversation. “Then you should know how the security systems got breached. Who gave birth to you fools.” He snaps and suddenly turns to look at me over his shoulder. “Am coming.” He says before pushing his phone back to his pocket.

“Looks like your fears are coming true.” I smile hoping it’s a good sign.

“Shut up, bitch.” He grits running up the stairs and I kick the food on the plate spilling the spaghetti, my body if feeling like a balloon filled with all sorts of emotion from sadness to fear to anger and most of all pain, and I feel like its just a matter of time before I explode.

My eyes land on my wrists again and I stare at the bruises that are beginning to bleed and want to yell and cry but I don’t seem to have any more tears much less the energy to yell. I try to lie down but that will mean a lot of movements and a lot of pain from the muscles so I decide to lean on the pillar as I stare at the ceiling wondering if I’ll make it alive.

The pillar vibrates for a second and there is an explosion upstairs and I sit up. Before I am able to figure out what is going on I hear a lot of gunshots outside and I hope against hope that it’s the Millans because I can’t stay here just one more day. Smoke is beginning to sip into the room from the door and I try to stand but the chain keeps me down and my shot leg is burning with deep pain, and I realize I am a sitting duck.

What if it’s not the Millans?

What if its one of the organizations pissed off by the Russians?

I am so helpless and I can’t get myself out of this stupid chains not to mention how far I can go from with the swollen leg that is beginning to ooze blood mixed with puss.
A moment later the door is kicked open and the weird dental formula guy appears with a gun in his hand, “you’re coming with me.” He says out of breath walking further in and getting the keys to the shackles from his pocket.

“Where are you taking me?” I am beginning to panic and what he said earlier about just killing me and claiming it was an accident is what might happen.

“Shut up and stay still, there is no time.” He has blood streaming down his right arm and I realize he has been shot on the shoulder. His face has black patches from the explosion or something and his clothes are messed up.

He finally releases me and he grabs me by the hand and he drags me upstairs pointing a gun at my head, “Move.” He keeps pushing me and I wince from the pain on my leg and ankles. The pain is too much that tears start flowing down my cheeks.
We finally arrive at the room dark with smoke and my eyes land on Leo and I release a breath I have been subconsciously holding, he came. Allen and Fiona are behind him Pointing their guns at us but the guy has me as a human shield. “Drop them.” He demands pushing the gun even more on my temple and I hiss from the pain.

“Alvaro.” Leo seethes corking the gun. “Don’t you dare.”

“I am the one calling the shots here, don’t have it confused.” The guy I just realized is Alvaro says in a little shaky voice. I try to think of the tactics Fiona taught me but my brain is so foggy and I feel like I am going to pass out from everything my body and mind wants to give up.

“Drop them.” Alvaro snaps again and I jump.

“Leo.” Fiona says glancing over my shoulder for a quick second and Leo places the gun on the floor. But as soon as he places the gun on the floor Alvaro is shot from behind and he goes to the ground with me following suite, the only good leg is having a muscle crumb and it cant seem to support me but Leo rushes to me and he grabs me before I hit the ground

“I got you.” He says carrying me bridal style. “I am sorry I didn’t find you sooner.”

“I am so tired.” I whisper and cough from a dry throat from not eating and the smoke.

“Take him we have questions; nick and I will get max to the hospital.” He says to who I assume to be Fiona or Allen because I can’t see any of them.

“I need you to stay with me baby.” Leo says and he sounds so distant and I realize I am zoning out. “Stay with me.” He says again.

“I can’t.” I whisper. “Am so tired.”

“I know but I need you to fight.” He insists but my conscience and body seem to have a different Idea because everything goes black before I am able to say anything and I give in.