Mr. Ruthless

Chapter 14

Picture of Bjorn.

Stacey's POV

I heard some ruffling sounds. I internally groaned at the thought of waking up. To be honest I was starting to get used to not sleeping in my own bed but I didn't want to be here, I had tried many times to escape but they were too organized. They were always one step ahead.

I tried opening my eyes when I heard ruffling sounds again. What the hell is going on? I tried not to move to avoid indicating I was awake as I tried to see what was happening. I noticed Bjorn getting up from the couch -where he slept on, since I claimed his bed- and getting ready to leave. Where was he going?

His phone rang and he quickly answered. Throwing a glance towards me, I pretended to be asleep.

"Yeah, I'm on my way now boss." I couldn't hear the other side of the line but I knew he was talking to Mr. Venturelli.

"No, she's still asleep"... "Yeah, I would like to keep it that way, that's the only time she isn't causing any trouble."

I knew they were talking about me. Assholes.

"I'll see you in 10." Bjorn ended the call and grabbed a duffle bag. He threw in some clothes, scribbled something down on a note and with one last glance towards me he left the room.

I waited somewhat 10 minutes before getting out of the bed. I stepped around the broken lamp on the floor and smirked, remembering what happened yesterday after Bjorn had hauled me upstairs like a caveman.

"No one messes with me pretty boy." I chuckled at the memory.

I tiptoed towards the door, pressing my ear against it. I couldn't hear the usual talk and banter of the two guards that were always posted outside the room. I took the risk and peeked into the hallway. No one.

"That's strange." Maybe they were called off like Bjorn. This could be my chance.

'You've said that before' I silenced my stupid conscience and went back into my room. I spun around trying to trigger some sort of plan. I ran towards the couch, grabbing Bjorn's pillow and blanket and stuffed it under the covers of the bed positioning it so it looked like someone was sleeping in it.

Satisfied with my plan I stepped into the hallway, quietly closing the door behind me. Now to find Eleanor.

This can't be too difficult. I just have to find Mr. Venturelli's room. I passed several doors in the hallway but none of them screamed 'asshole mafia boss'. I bet he's a private guy, doesn't want to be bothered all the time. Yet he wants to be in control so his room would surely stand out.

I came to a pair of stairs I hadn't noticed before, I glanced up into the darkness of the hallway. This was horror movie material. Turning on the lights would catch attention, I grabbed onto the sides and silently stepped on the stairs hoping none of them would make a creaking sound.

The dark hallway only held one door. It send shivers down my spine. My gut was telling me to turn back. I didn't want to be caught, especially not by Mr. Venturelli.

'Don't be a pussy, Eleanor could be in there.' I gulped down my fear and hoped for the best.

'please don't be here, please don't be here' I chanted, hoping Mr. Venturelli had left along with the others. I twisted the doorknob, cringing when the door made a squeaking sound. I stilled for a moment, waiting for something to happen. Once I was sure it was safe I continued to open the door.

I entered the dimly lit room. An enormous bed was pushed up against the wall in the center dominating the entire space. Looking more closely I noticed a small frame laying in it.