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Men in Tuxedo

When I woke up, we were still in the car and my legs were sore from sitting so long.

I blinked a couple of times, adjusting to the light. I looked out of my window and noticed that we were on an expressway or something. I turned on the radio, hoping there would be news of me missing.

I changed the radio station at least a hundred times and didn't hear anything about me.

Wow. They don't even care.

I felt sick to my stomach and I fidgeted in my seats. Damien's car looked like it cost a fortune and I definitely didn't want to vomit all over the place.

My parents don't even care.

"What?" Damien asked. I looked up at him

Crap. I must have said that out loud.

"I'm sure they care..." He whispered. It looked like he felt guilty.

Well, you should be guilty. You "kidnapped" me, sir.

I blinked back stinging tears and leaned back on the seat. I tapped his shoulder. He was really buff, and it frightened me.

"I have to u-use the bathroom." I said. Damien looked at me and bit his lip, chuckling.

He drove onto a random exit and we pulled up at a gas station. He told me to turn so he could cut the rope that was tied around my wrists.

Then, When we parked by a gas pump, I quickly got out.

"Now, fiorella. If you try and run away, and contact the authorities in any way, I will be forced to kill you. You wouldn't want that, now would  you?" He asked me. I felt my palms get clammy and my throat got dry. I shook my head and continued to walk with him.

I entered the gas station with Damien close by my side. I glanced over at him and he did a little hand signal to a man who was dressed in a tuxedo.

I shot Damien a confused look, and he winked back, sending a fuzzy feeling for me to have.

I felt my legs get weak as I noticed the other man licking his lips when he saw me. He didn't do it in a creepy way, but in more of a flirtatious matter.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom...." I whispered to Damien. He nodded and continued talking with the man in Italian, I'm guessing.

I bit my lip and walked to the bathroom quickly. When I got into the empty bathroom, the first thing I did was look in the mirror. I stared at my long, brown hair and hazel green eyes. I looked worn out, tired, and there were bags under my eyes.

I went into a stall and used the bathroom, then scrubbed my hands clean when finished.

I fixed up my wavy hair and tied it in a messy ponytail. I really hated how my hair was. It was annoying, thick, and wavy. I just wish it was straight, flat, and boring.

I walked out of the bathroom as calm as possible.

I walked over to Damien and stood by him. "Rose, this is Cristiano." Damien said. Cristiano held his hand out for me to shake it.

"Wow. Just like that ship movie, Titanic! Nice to meet you, bella." He said.

There is that word again.

It must have meant something good because he said it with a smirk. "So this is the one I've been hearing about!" Cristiano said, turning to Damien. Damien shot him a look and slapped his shoulder.

Hear about me? Do they have their own little club where they stalk people together?

"Be quiet, bastardo."  He said. I grew worried and started fidgeting.

Cristiano ran his fingers through his brown hair and stared at me. "Come. Let's go." Damien suggested. We nodded and Cristiano held the door open for us.

"Ladies first." He joked. Damien rolled his eyes and got into his car. Cristiano got in the passengers seat before I could and gave me an evil smile.

"So, who dropped you off?" Damien asked Cristiano.

He sighed and looked at himself in the mirror. "Giovanni." He replied, looking bored as crap. I cleared my throat and they both looked at me through the mirror. "Where exactly are we going, Mario and Luigi?" I asked.

"We..Are going to New York. Idiota."  Cristiano said.

I scoffed, obviously knowing what that must have meant.

I glanced out the window and felt longing in my heart. I lived in Pennsylvania. I sniffled and felt how funny my eyes were from crying.

Both of them started to talk in Italian and it was so rapid, I couldn't catch on to any easy words that I could possibly detect. I groaned and they stopped talking.

"How old are you?" Cristiano asked, chewing his peppermint gum. "Why." I said.

He rolled his eyes. "Damien. Do you have your gun?" He asked him. My eyes bugged as Damien handed Cristiano his weapon. "Eighteen! I'm eighteen..." I shouted.

Cristiano and Damien gave each other smug smiles. "Chicken." Damien teased.

"Chicken? Are you stupid?  You pointed a gun at me for God's sake." I said, making him shrug and start the car.

There was silence most of the ride and I tried to focus on happy thoughts and memories, even though I didn't have many of them.

I giggled to myself, remembering the time I went to the zoo with Kiely and the llama spit on her.

"What is so funny?" Cristiano asked, starting at whatever was on his phone.

"This one time, when I went-"

"I don't care." He said, cutting me off.

Maybe I shouldn't talk anymore.