Legacy

Playing with fire

I got into the back seat of the car and he walked elegantly round and sat into the passengers seat. He nodded to the driver and we pulled away in an instant. The driver was making clear use of the sports car by speeding. Around five minutes into the journey, Giovanni handed me a grey tie.

'Put it round your eyes' he ordered

'Why?' I questioned nonchalantly.

'Because I said so' he muttered impatiently and I tied it in a double knot. 'And don't ask where we are going, because you won't know it anyway' he said matter of factly. I wondered if this was a frequent thing for him, it must be it seems so second nature to him.

'Are you going to give me any hints as to why you want me?' I asked, knowing there was going to be a limited amount of information returned. Besides, he probably only only knew minor details, after all he was just a collection boy, wasn't he?
We arrived at our destination after what seemed a good hours drive. I was escorted out of the car and met by another couple of what sounded like men. I went to take my blindfold off, only to be slapped on the wrist by a warm hand.

'Not yet, Miss Friar, we can't guarantee your trustworthiness yet' Giovanni stated

'What do you mean, yet?' I questioned, why do they need to see my trustworthiness anyway, how bad were these people?

'Well, we can't have you running around with information without being 100% sure that you have full control of what you say and who you say it to' a Scottish accent piped in, he seemed more friendly and had a softer voice. Also, sounded more rational.

'And what if you can't trust me? What if you tell me all of your little secrets and I swear that I'll be trusting. Then I go and tell them to anyone?' I pried, I had nothing to lose.

'Then that would be very, very irresponsible of you' the Scott threatened.

'You can't make me help you guys. I'm not a contract killer or anything. Trust me, whatever job it is, I'm Not interested!'

'Oh that's cute that You think that, Ma'am, but I assure you, We have ways of... persuading people' a thick Russian accent boomed, tempted, dared me to further my question.

'And what ways would those be?' I pushed, not to be intimidated by however many men stood before me.

'Well when you play with fire, Miss Friar, you get burnt' Giovanni confidently threatened as I was lifted up over someone's shoulder and was carried the rest of the journey.