His Girl

4 ~ Esposto

Luca's POV

I heard my phone ringing. I glanced over at the my clock to see the time was 2:47. Who is calling me this early!? They better have a good excuse, to disturb my beauty sleep!

I grab my phone off my bedside table and saw it was Ashton.

"What?" I moan at him. "You're disturbing my beauty sleep." And the only sleep I've gotten in days!

"Aww. I'm so sorry princess but boss wants you down in his office now." He chuckles at him.

"Fine! I'll be there in a minute!" I sighed and end the call.

What does he want at three in the morning!? This better be good! I chucked on a random shirt I found on the floor and start a search for some pants. I found some random pair of jeans under the bed and start to head downstairs. He better have a good reason, why I have to be down here, this early!

I approach his office. The door was slightly ajar, so I went straight in.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" I say, still half asleep.

"Yes. Can you talk to her?" I followed where he was pointing.

I saw this girl, roughly about my age sitting on the floor. Her black hair was tied in a fishtail, covering half her face. She was wearing a long sleeve top, that looked like Alex's and some shorts with tights. She was blindfolded and her wrists were tied together in front of her. She was very pale and tears were running down her cheeks. She looked scared and shaken.

"Who is she?" I ask. And why is she here? I thought.

Boss looked up at me, before stringing out in Italian. "Non ne sono sicuro. Riesci a trovare il motivo per cui piange i suoi occhi fuori." (Translation: I'm not sure. Can you find out what's she's crying her eyes out?)

I want to scream at him. The reason she's crying her eyes out is because she's just been kidnapped by the Italian Mafia! But I bite my lip and keep my cool.

"Well I can already tell you the first reason why she's crying." I reply calmly.

"And that would be....." Boss replies anxiously.

Is he seriously that dumb when it comes to females? He seriously doesn't know why she's crying her eyes out? He got me out of bed too come tell him the obvious! He disturbed my beauty sleep, so I could tell him about the life of females!

"She has been kidnapped by the....." I start to say.

"Don't say who we are. There is a reason why she's blindfolded." Boss interrupts. "And why I'm speaking Italian." He adds.

I was so tempted to roll my eyes at him. Why is she even here? Why are we traumatising this innocent girl?

"What do you want me to say?" I ask calmly. How am I suppose to make conversation with a hysterical, hormonal teenage girl?

"Do you think that's the only reason she's crying?" Boss asks, sounding concerned.

"Probably." I reply. And it's a darn good reason as well! I would be crying my eyes out if I was kidnapped and didn't know what was going on!

"I'm going to ask her a few questions. Can you stay here for that?" Boss asks. Why even ask that question, when you are only excepting one answer?

"Sure, why not! I've got nothing better to do at three in the morning." I reply sarcastically. I knew that was a bad idea, but I was running on lack of sleep and frustration of how he could be so dumb when it comes to women. Maybe that's why he never got married.

"Don't give me attitude, son!" He snaps.

"Sorry, sir." I mumble. Very bad idea.

"Can you get her in that chair, Luca?" Boss ask. I followed to where he was pointing, to see a chair opposite his desk.

As I pick her up, I see bruises on the back of her legs and knees. Did we cause those? Why is she even here? Who is she? Is she an enemy? Why isn't she dead? Why are we keeping keeping her alive? As I put her on the chair, her top comes up, slightly revealing her back. Her back was covered with even more bruises going up to her shoulder blades. What the hell happened to her? We better not have caused those bruises!

"What's your name?" Boss asks her, gently. At least he wasn't in that of a bad mood.

I heard her take a deep breathe. The tears keep flowing down her cheeks.

"Courtney." Her voice cracks at the end. Tears keep flowing down her cheeks. I feel so sorry for her.

"What's your full name?" Boss presses her.

She takes another deep breathe. The tears were still running down her face.

"Courtney Grace Naidoo." I see Boss look up at me. My jaw immediately falls open. No way! This is not happening!

"Naidoo. Naidoo." Boss repeats. "Is that South African?" He asks.

I watched as Courtney slowly nods her head. The tears were still streaming down her face.

"And, and how old are you?" Asks Boss. You could hear the confusion in his voice.

"Sixteen." She replies shyly. I saw Boss look up at me again. Was it really her!?

"Er, why were you with Brody, last night?" Boss asks, still in disbelief.

What!? She was with Brody! Why!? What is going on!? Is she even who I think she is!? This is really sealing the deal!

I heard her take another deep breathe. Tears were still falling down her cheeks.

"We were at his missing sister's eighteenth." She says shyly. This can't be her! No way! But what if it is?

"How do you know Brody?" Boss sighs. You could see the confusion on his face.

"He was my boyfriend." Courtney mumbles. She said it so quietly, I wasn't sure if I heard her right. I looked across at Boss. He was sitting there with his mouth open. That just confirmed it.

"Um. Do you know who Brody is?" Boss asks, stunned, still with his mouth open.

"Yes, an extremely perfect boyfriend! But now he's lying dead, in a park! Thanks to you and your nice men!" Courtney spits out. Whoa. She had attitude when she wasn't balling her eyes out!

But she is Brody's girlfriend!? And her last name is Naidoo! Does she even know who Brody is? And she saw Brody get shot! I'm going to kill Callum and Hunter for that! Why!? She saw him get shot! That's a memory that takes ages to forgot! Is she actually who I think she is? Is it really her!? This is such a win-win situation.