Ms. Unlucky & The List

Chapter Twelve

 Chapter Twelve: Not Again

 I was gagged and tied down and I didn’t know where I was. I knew I was in a chair and it was dark, so I was guessing either I was in a windowless room with the light off or my head was covered. My head was aching probably from the stupid drug they had injected me with. I couldn’t be certain if it was Zack that had kidnapped me again, but with the way they had handled me I was guessing that it wasn’t. I was getting downright annoyed with all this junk and I was going to let these people know as soon as they took out the gag.

 I heard a door slam shut and then the bag over my head was lifted. I could finally see and it was a bit blinding. I looked to the rugged man with an assortment of tattoos on his arms and chest. I glared at him as fiercely as I could because I hadn’t the slightest clue as to who this guy was and I really wanted to know. I mean how often do you get nabbed by complete strangers? I heard that the chances were slim. Maybe I was just that unlucky.

“It would seem that the young ones have been using you in their petty arguments. I was eager to meet the girl who has caused so much trouble in my family,” said a voice that didn’t resonate from the tattooed man in front of me. I twisted and turned to look at the man that was speaking but couldn’t see him. I felt him loosen the gag in my mouth and I let him take it. He made his way around the chair I was tied to and then leaned again the table in front of me. I looked at the table to see many different photographs taken of me with Aiden, Lucca, and Zack at the party. I was wondering why they were following me.

“You know you look just like your mom,” he said and my eyes left the table and met his. “That got your attention. You are just like her, you know? She was such a carefree, beautiful young woman and all the boys wanted her attention. She had it down to two of us, your father and me,” he said. I examined the man as he told me about his life and how he met my mom, though I couldn’t care how. He was dressed in a well-tailored gray suit and navy blue tie. His dark hair was neat with not a single strand out of place and his eyes shone with anger as he spoke.

“So you wanted my mother and lost out to my father,” I told him.

“No, your father took her from me,” he shouted, making me jump.

“Well, lucky me. I didn’t end up with a kidnapper as a father.”

“You are a little brat. Now, why have you draw so much damn attention that none of the boys can seem to stop stomping over each other to get to you,” he contemplated aloud.

“What in the world are you going on about? I don’t even know most guys and those that I do know are either jerks or just friends,” I told him. I knew what or who he was talking about but I wasn’t going to make this easy for him. I heard the crackle of a walkie talkie and then a gruff male voice saying the man’s son was home. I rolled my eyes and waited for his next move.

“You better stay away from the Bianchi family and leave Lucca alone. He doesn’t need you messing with his head and making the two of them fight,” he ordered me.

“First of all, get your facts straight. Zack supposedly gave drugs to some teen cousins of Antony’s and he exchanged words with someone. I don’t know what was said or anything but I was there when Zack came by to pay a little visit that put Antony in the hospital. He kidnapped me and I got away. Secondly, if this is a regular occurrence with your family, then you better believe I’m going to stay the hell away from you,” I told him. The door opened then and Zack walked in, looking down at his phone.

“Dad, I was just came from mom’s house. We spent the entire night looking for….,” he trailed off as his eyes landed on my bound figure in the chair next to his dad.