His Girl

23 ~ Parole Colorate

Courtney's POV

After I put all my new stuff away I sit on the bed. Why do they want me here? What good am I doing? Why can't they swear me to secretive and let me go home? Why do I have to stay here?

My thoughts were interrupted by Luca poking his head around the corner. "Do you want something to eat?" I just shrug and follow him into the kitchen. I sit down on a bar stool, facing Luca. "What are you cooking?" Whatever it smells really nice.

"Italian pizza. Because you know, I'm Italian." He winks at me and I roll my eyes at him and sigh.

I thought about the last time I'd heard from my oldest brother, Lucas. We met up for lunch at a Italian pizza place. He brought way too much for me and I could barely finish one of the dishes, let alone all of them. He told me he'd see me soon and I never saw him since. Tears slowly run down my face and I attempt wiping them away before Luca saw them.

"Does Italian pizza make you upset? Because I can make something else, if you want?"

"Oh no, it's fine." I continue wiping my eyes.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"It's just the last time I heard from my older brother we were eating Italian pizza."

"Is this the brother, you thought I was?" He let out a chuckle.

Maybe. "Possibly. But you're voice sounded so familiar, it just kinda clicked."

"You wanna know why my voice sounds so familiar?"

Should I be worried? "Why?"

He walks over to a chest of drawers and bends down. After opening a few drawers he grabs a stack of paper and gives them to me.

I flick through the file and gasp. This file is about me? When I went missing? He was one of the police officers that found me? He saved me from Andre and then had him in his house? He's really messed up. I'm really messed up. My life is really messed up.

"So let me get this straight. You were one of the police officers on my case and then you had the man that kidnapped me, in your lounge room? How could you be a police officer and have a wanted man in your lounge room? He is a murder, rapist and kidnapper and you had in your house!" He remained silent and looks at me, sheepishly.

"Can you answer me? Why have a wanted man in your house?"

"I know this is a difficult thing to do but who shot your brother? I want you to remember that. Who was it? It wasn't Andre was it? It was someone else. It was a guy in a mask, wasn't it? Andre never shot him."

I start sobbing. He's right. After my brother was shoot, I tried to forget the man in the mask. By the time the police stormed the house, I had convinced myself he hadn't been there.

"H-how d-do you k-know t-this? D-do y-you know w-who that g-guy was?"

"That is a conversation for Boss." I gulp at that and try to wipe away my tears. Their Boss is way to scary. I couldn't talk to him! Maybe I should drop it.

"Is the pizza ready?" I say, attempting to change the subject.

"Nearly. How many slices do you want?"

"Just one will do."

"Alrighty, two it is."

"I said one."

"Yeah, I know you said two."

I just roll my eyes. Why is he so annoying? I'm never going to able to finish two slices.

"Buon Appetito." He says as he gave me two slices.

"Italian. Really? Why not just say it in French?"

"Because I'm not French. I'm Italian and we're having Italian pizza. Common sense, Courtney." He says, jokingly.

I sigh and roll my eyes. He's right though. Why does he have to be right? Why am I sounding like a selfish kid? I start eating the pizza and completely forget he could of poisoned it. I drop it back on the plate and look at for a while. What if it poisoned? Will it be enough to kill me? As if reading my thoughts, Luca spoke up.

"It's not poisoned. You can a slice off my plate, if you want."

"No, it's fine." I mumble before starting the pizza again. It is really delicious. So if it is going to kill me, it was worth it. I mentally smacked myself for that. Although it didn't bother me before, I don't want to die in the hands of these kidnappers.

"Can you do the dishes?" He asks as I finished my second slice. What should I say? It'll piss him off if I say no. Is he even excepting an answer. I have a feeling this is a rhetorical question.

I decided I should just nod. What's so bad about doing dishes? It won't kill me.

I slip off the barstool and walk around the bench. I start running the taps and slowly began pouring dish washing liquid in. I saw Luca smile at me before walking back into the bedroom. Could I escape? If I did get out, where would I go? I don't even know where in Sydney I am. I should gain more of his trust and try to see where I am, if I go out anywhere.

I finish washing the dishes and begin a search for a tea towel. After opening the third drawer, I finally find some. I begin drying them and laid them on the bench. I start opening a few cupboards and finally had put them all away.

"What happened!?" I hear Luca yell from the bedroom. Should I listen? Nah, if I got caught, I'm dead.

I sit down on the couch and rest my head in my hands. Why am I caught up in this mess? Should I start asking questions? Would they get pissed at me? Would they kill me? What would happen to me? What's going to happen to me? What do they want with me? Could I escape? Where even am I? My thoughts were interrupted by Luca shouting some colourful words.

"You were suppose to look after them! I can't believe you! What the hell am I suppose to tell Courtney?" What is going on in here?

"Nothing? Nothing? She's going to find out soon, you idiot! She's just going to become more pissed if we keep this from her."

"Calm down? Calm down? Don't tell me to fucking calm down, when you're stuffed up and I've got to pick the fucking pieces up!"

I couldn't hear anymore. He finally lowers his voice. Who's he talking to? What am I going to mad at? I'm already pretty mad that I'm here, so it can't get any worst then that. Little did I know that it was going to be a whole heap worst then being kidnapped.

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What!!!!? Over 600 reads and 40 votes! Thank you all, so much!! Sorry for the shortish chapter, it's 1237 words. But I really wanted to leave you guys on a huge cliffhanger. Who do you think Luca was on the phone to? What is the worst news? Is Courtney ever going to be able to successfully escape? See you guys next chapter. Thank you so much for reading!

- Bethany x