12.24.07

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6 pm - 05/11/2017

The sun was starting to set and I was still attached to the railings. I was planning an escape, but it was difficult with Harry guarding me this whole time.

"Shouldn't you be out looking for Dylan?" I sigh, wiggling my head to relieve myself from the heat that my hair formed on my neck. "Or don't you have something else to do for your daddy?"

Harry was leaning back in another patio chair on his phone. He looks up at me and smiles smugly.

"Knowing Dylan, he hasn't left the property yet and he's going to try to save you." he mocks. "And my dad is out for the next two days." he tells me. "I'm the one giving orders now and once I get my hands on that boy, I'm killing him right in front of you just so I can see your face when you realize you've failed to save him."

"You make me sick." I say through gritted teeth. "Everything about your family name is just disturbing."

Harry shrugs then snaps his head to the man that comes out onto the balcony.

"I have your food." the man says, setting a tray of food next to him at the table.

"Thank you," Harry smiles, standing up. "Any word on the boy?"

"They found him, but they lost him."

Harry flares his nostrils and clenches his jaw. "Well, that's really redundant information, Wes."

"Sorry, sir, I just thought you should know."

"You thought I should know that my men are useless." Harry says harshly.

"On the contrary, those men are your father's." I speak up.

"They still listen to me no matter what, so shut your mouth." Harry spat then dismisses the man.

He goes over to the food, grabbing the plate then dragging his seat over to me. He sits right in front of me, letting our knees touch. The food he had smelled good. I hadn't eaten since yesterday before I came to this place. I watch him pick up the fork then scoops up the mashed potatoes.

"I'm starved." he inhales the smell of the food before eating it.

"If you weren't sitting here all day with me then you wouldn't be."

"I can't leave my guest alone." he smirks then bites his bottom lip, stifling out a laugh. "I'm not that evil, I won't let you starve."

He scoops the food again and reaches forward. The metal of the fork pokes my lip and I move my face away. I refuse to show my weakness to him. Also, share something that's been in that mouth of his.

"Come on, doll face." he lets out a wry laugh. "I know you have to be hungry. Let me show you how kind I could be."

"Then let me go." I suggest.

"Nice try, but no." he shakes his head and tries feeding me again. "How about you stop being an ungrateful bitch and eat the damn food?"

When I don't take the food, he just eats it himself. He keeps eye contact while he ate.

"Can you get away from me now?"

He stands up and sets the plate back on the tray. I look over my shoulder and become shocked by what I see. Dylan was climbing up the vines and smiles when he sees that I notice him.

"You know Lucy," Harry speaks, still facing away from me. "You're a very brave girl to come here just to save one guy. You'd lose your life just to save him."

"I have that much hatred toward this mafia." I tell him. "I grew up with a goal to get revenge on your father and to kill him."

Harry quickly turns around and laughs. "My father has a lot of people like you who had already tried killing him. Instead, they would get killed themselves. What makes you think you're any different?"

"That's not my concern right now." I say with a shrug. Then Dylan breaks the handcuffs in half with his gun, setting me free. "My main concern is to get Dylan out of here."

I get up, tackling Harry. He falls back onto the table and I throw him to the floor. The glass shattering everywhere. Dylan climbs over the railing and grabs me before I get to do anything to Harry.

"Come on, lets just go." he says, pulling me off Harry.

We run out of the room and race down the hall. Dylan leads the way through the house and we make it downstairs. Gunshots were made out of nowhere and we rush into the nearest room for cover. We were in the kitchen and I quickly search for the knives.

"Your aim is good, but lets see how well you can throw." I say, handing him some knives.

He hesitantly grabs them. "I don't know," he sighs. "I've shot so many of my friends out there, hoping I didn't kill them."

"Dylan!" I grab his shirt and shake him. "These people are trying to kill you. They aren't your friends."

A gunshot is fired and hits the pans above us. We duck behind the island as they started to shoot more. I look at Dylan who had his eyes closed and was talking to himself.

I stand up, throwing a knife and hitting the guy's arm. I grab Dylan's wrist and pull him out of the kitchen. I throw the knives at anyone who looked like an enemy and Dylan just holds the knives I gave him.

"Lucy, I need to rest." he breathes out.

I look at our surroundings before entering an empty bathroom. This bathroom was hidden in the very back of the house and the space was tight. Dylan sits on the toilet and catches his breath.

"Are you okay?" I ask, kneeling down in front of him.

"No, I've been running from these people I thought were my friends, all day. I'm tired, hungry, and very thirsty." he whines. "Lucy, I don't know if I'm cut out for this. I should've listened to my father and stayed to run his company."

"You are cut out for this, Dylan." I encourage him. "You took down dozens of men and outran them for a very long time. I'm sure your father would be really proud of you right now."

"Yeah right," he sighs. "He thinks I'm dumb like everyone else here."

"You're not dumb." I say, lifting his head up. "You just have a lot of learning to do."

"Yeah, dumb." he drops his head again. "I should just give up now and maybe you can save yourself."

"No, we're getting out of here and we're getting out of here alive." I assure him. "I promised someone I would."