What if you fell in love with a criminal, who in your eyes, isn't as bad as people say he is?
Find out by reading Agent Nadia Mallory's story of heart ache and emotional turmoil and find out what happens when you're in love with two people at the s...
Damian Knight, where are you. My eyes were blindfolded and I was sitting someplace really cold. My abducter had stripped me of my weapons and jacket. I think I was sitting against a wall made of steel. My hands were tied by a rope and I just began wriggling out of it.
"Where's the boy?" I heard some man ask in a thick Italian accent. I heard something move closer to me and felt his hot breath on my face. It suddenly smells so foul. Cheap cigarettes and stale coffee.
"He wasn't with her when I found her." Said Pablo. I could recognize his voice.
I heard a loud bang, "You people can't get any work done. Do I have to do it all myself?" This is the same thick Italian accent. I'm guessing he's the boss. Yes! I got out of the rope.
"She wouldn't tell me where he was." Pablo defended himself.
"You are pathetic." Said the smelly Italian boss. "Watch me. And learn something!" He yelled at him.
Some third person harshly took my blindfold off and I adjusted my eyes to the light. It wasn't that bright wherever we were. It looked like a wine cellar, and old wine cellar that probably wasn't being used for many years now.
"Ah, bella." He whispered under his breath. He came closer. I could see Pablo standing tall behind his boss. He watched his Italian employer as he approached me. This ring leader had a little muffin top, there was some balding. He was wearing a suit and tie. "What a beautiful face." We were face to face and I could see how sweaty he was. It was disgusting, he smells even worse now.
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I wasn't afraid or anything. For one thing, I can defend myself. Second, I have Ezra watching everything from the button on my shirt and he can hear everything.
"Where's your lover boy?" He asked me.
"What are you talking about?" I asked innocently.
He started chuckling, "Listen bella. I can be one of two things. I can be nice and friendly or naughty and mean. It depends on you. Now answer my questions." He said firmly.
"I'm not scared of you." I said.
"Sir, she won't talk." Pablo interfered.
"You shut up. I know how to handle...women." he said. He turned back to me and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.
"Listen. You can either answer my questions at your own will or I can make you. I'm sure you know what I mean when I say 'make you'." he grinned.
I scowled at him, he was so repulsive. I looked at Pablo and he kind of looked at me in a sad expression. I stayed quiet and wanted him to make the next move.
"Fine. You want to be stubborn? Then I'l be naughty and mean." He grabbed my face and I swung my arm and punched him straight in the nose.
