Fearless

Chapter Twenty Three

"Are you sure she's going to be okay going in alone sir... yes she's scary at times and ruthless but at the end of the day she seems to delicate to do this kind of thing," the gentleman spoke to Viktor. It's nice how they've seen both sides me. "She will be fine... when we interrogated Antonio's niece after she poisoned her she said she wouldn't kill her but once she got in there she was a natural," he assure them. I suddenly came up an idea.

"I'm gonna need a small table to put some coffee down for the man," I told them. They looked baffled. "If the whole 'I'm gonna act all tough and scary' thing isn't working then I might as well play good cop," I explained. They looked at me funny for a moment but after seeing my shooting and knife throwing skills they didn't disagree.

Viktor walked me to wherever this guy was being kept and some men followed behind with the coffee and table to put it on. They opened the door and put the table and coffee in the room. I heard them act all annoyed about it and I had to hold in a giggle as they did because I knew they were only acting that way because Viktor told them to. Lastly, someone put a chair inside and they walked away. I went into the room with a sad smile and acted shocked as they slammed the door behind me.

The man looked shocked to see a woman walk in the room. "You must be cold... do you drink coffee?" I asked gently. The man was most certainly beat up, he looked stubborn but I could tell he was scared. "Have they poisoned it!?" He hissed. I don't really blame him. "I hope not," I laughed looking at the cafetière, "otherwise it'll be both of us suffering." I poured the coffee into the two cups and added my one sugar and stirred. "How do you take it?" I asked with a smile. "Lots of milk no sugar," he finally gave in.

I sorted it out for him. "You're not like them," he said as sat down on the chair left for me. "Believe it or not I'm in a similar situation to you," I chuckled. He seemed curious so I continued, "I was kidnapped to be sold into prostitution but mr boss took a liking to my stubbornness, I'm kept as his pet... if I'm a good girl I'm safe for now but if I misbehave..." I used my my fingers to make a gun shape and held it to my head.

"My boss would like you... you're different, just how old are you by the way?" He finally relaxed. "Nineteen," I replied cheerfully. "A good age, my boss has just turned 23," he explained. What's with all the ridiculously young Mafia bosses! I took a sip of my coffee and the brought his to his lips so he could drink. He seemed grateful. "What's your bosses name?" I asked.

He gave me a look as if he was on to me. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to pry... it's just you seem quite proud when you talk about him and I don't really get out much so it's nice to hear about others," I apologised. He bought it. "His name is Erik, Erik Stepanov," he continued. "That's a cool name... could you teach me how to say it properly like you can because I'm still learning Russian and I struggle with the accent sometimes," I questioned. "I couldn't have guessed that you aren't Russian... you're accent has been impeccable so far!" He chuckled. I laughed and told him I've had nothing else to do other than practice and then he went through the pronunciation of the name and it's meaning and blah blah blah.

It's a true shame because he seems like a nice guy. "Are they feeding you?" I asked to which he laughed and told me no. I gained his friendship by telling him I'd try to sneak in some food in a bit. I felt a buzz on my new Apple Watch and looked. I pulled my best scared face. "What is it?" The man asked. I quivered slightly as I said, "he... he wants... me to go the his room." I touched my neck as I said it and pulled my knees together to make it seem like Viktor hurts me.

I got up and gave the man one more sip of his coffee and was about to knock on the door to be let out when he asked me, "what is your name dear... and does he make you dress like that?" I turned back to face him. "Yes he does make me dress like this, I don't have a say in my clothing... the things he makes me wear sometimes are..." I sighed before saying, "Annabelle, my names Annabelle." I knocked on the door and it was instantly opened. I gave a sad smile and a half hearted wave at the man as the door got closed and locked.