Faithful

Chapter Seventeen

I felt like someone was watching me. I opened my eye to find a lot of people watching me. It took me a minute or two to come round before realising. "Daddy?" I asked. He smiled. "Oh my god dad!" I beamed, shooting up to hug him. I noticed my mum standing there and I grabbed her for a hug too. "I love you guys so much!" I cried. "We're not allowed to stay long and we won't be able to see you for a long time," my dad said tearing up. "What, why?" I sobbed.

"Annabelle, they need to get you to a safe house... this guy has already landed in England and is going mad to try and get you!" He shouted. "He is..." I blushed, "wait... which one?" My dad turned red in anger, "WHICH ONE?" I looked down ashamed. "Mr Brewer this is not your daughter's fault however, it seems that three very powerful men in the world of crime are very interested in getting their hands on her... two being from rival Bratva and another being Italian Mafioso," the man in the suit explained to my dad.

"Three... three men..." he stuttered. "Annabelle, all three of them have been spotted in London already... we need to get you in a safe house or they'll take you," the suit man sighed. "Because of the alliance Eric will probably hand me over to Viktor for now until about nine months when the times up and he'll try to take me," I laughed, "Josh on the other hand will probably try to drag me to America... somewhere he can hide me until he can drag me down the alter." My dad nearly choked. "Yes it seems all these men also want to marry your daughter," the suit man added.

My dad nearly collapsed. "Annabelle this is Blake, he used to work in the army but now he works for us as a sort of... mercenary," suit guy introduced, "he's going to be taking care of you, moving you from place to place until everything dies down." I shook the young blonde haired man's hand... he had eyes like Viktor's, maybe a shade darker. "You're gonna have a hell lot of fun considering they are as stubborn as I am and won't give up!" I giggled. "Do you know how to use a gun?" He asked kind of bluntly.

"I never miss," I sighed. "Prove it!" He demanded and handed me a gun, which made me laugh. "Where do you want me to shoot?" I scoffed. The guy in the suit okayed it and Blake told me to shoot Josh's tiny head on the small picture of him and me in Times Square on the board behind me. I didn't even need to look as I had memorised where it was what I assume was a few hours ago. I released the safety, held the gun behind me and shot. He seemed quite impressed that I'd hit the target without even looking. My mum looked like she was ready to faint.

He passed me a bag full of stuff and said, "go to the bathroom, use the facilities and get changed... we might be on the road for a while." I did as I was told and got directions from the nice police officer lady from yesterday to the bathroom. I got changed, it was a black pair of skinny jeans, black strap top and a black leather jacket. There was some underwear in there which was utterly boring so I left my black push up bra and thong on to keep the sexy and dangerous vibe going.

I brushed my hair and tied it up in a high pony, put on the black Doc Martins and made my way back to them. I gave them the bag and my old clothes praying to god they incinerate those disgusting knickers they gave me and made my way over to my parents. I gave them a huge hug each and a kiss but Blake was quick to grab my arm and drag me away. There was a black Honda Civic Type R waiting which me practically threw me into. "Nice Civic," I said as I put my belt on. "Thanks," he replied, putting on his own belt and driving us off quickly trying to get out of the city as soon as possible.

"So then where are we going?" I asked looking at him as he drove kind of recklessly. "Not sure yet... where do you want to go?" He asked. I'm surprised he's giving me a choice. I was about to think of a specific place but I enjoyed not knowing. "You know what... just drive," I laughed. He laughed and said with a smile, "I like you already!" It made me smile, I'm glad I'm getting along with this guy otherwise this trip to nowhere in particular would be living hell.

"Once we're out of the city centre we'll stop off somewhere to get some food, there's water on the spare seat," he said. I took a look at him, he didn't look that much older than me. "So then Mr mercenary, just how old are you?" I questioned. "I'm twenty one," he replied kind of bluntly. "Same age as Viktor, let me guess you went to one of those I want to be in the army schools when you were sixteen/ Seventeen then joined up," I assumed. "You're bang on the money doll," he chuckled. "Don't call me that... Josh calls me Baby Doll and I often get described as a stupid porcelain doll," I sighed, "more like a possessed porcelain doll."

He suddenly went into hysterics. "What?" I asked, curious to know. "You're names Annabelle and you described yourself as a possessed porcelain doll... like Annabelle the doll that's possessed in the movies!" He said in a sort of 'duh' tone. I burst out laughing. "I honestly can't believe I didn't see that earlier!" I giggled. We went on talking for a while until we spotted the sign on the motorway for a service stop. "Take your belt off get in the footwell in the back and pull that black blanket over you," he ordered, "we can't risk you being seen... I'm gonna buy a baseball cap for you to wear at the next stop so you can go in."

I rolled into the back and hid where he told me to hide and pulled the huge blanket over me. I felt the car slow down and stop. "I won't be long," he whispered as he got out and locked the car. I laid perfectly still for about fifteen minutes until he came back and climbed in the car. "Stay like that until we get on the road, I'll say when you can climb back over," he whispered. It was another five minutes until he was happy for me to climb back into the seat.

"I'm really gonna have to come up for a good nickname for you," he chuckled, "Annabelle sounds way too formal." I sighed, "what do you have in mind then?" He thought for a moment, passing me a bag full of food which I happily began to eat. "Kitty?" He laughed. "Viktor calls me kitten and that is way too cutie for me anyway!" I rejected. "Hunny bun?" He laughed. "No no no no no... that makes us sound like a middle aged couple and we are most certainly not a couple nor middle aged!" I scoffed.

He was silent for a while thinking a bit longer. "Peanut?" He said nearly dying. I nearly spat out my drink. "Foxy!" He screamed. "Only if I can call you stud muffin!" I howled. "Oh my go I can't cope right now this is frigging hilarious!" He hollered, "fine then how about... Whiskey?" My ears pricked up when I heard it. "If you're offering yes please but I drink it straight, no ice, large double shot!" I said. "I meant as your nickname but I don't think it suits you even if you drink it," He laughed.

"Fine then we can just be Team whiskey!" I cheered, "we'll drink the bars dry!" He chuckled, "you're going to be fun, I can tell." I gave him a wink and continued eating. "You can really eat," he laughed. "I have to eat... Viktor gets mad when I don't," I sighed. He sort of raised his eyebrow at he. "You do everything he tells you to?" He queried. I gave him a soft smile and replied, "it's the easy option... I'm always taking his easy options rather than the hard way ever since he gave me my first choice."

He glanced over as if to get me to continue. "I was a virgin until he said he was going to have me whether I liked it or not... hard option being ouch and easy option being 'I'll be gentle with you'," I explained. "I don't blame you for taking the easy option... have you been with anyone else?" He asked, boy this guy was curious. "Hugo next in line to be head of the Corsican Mafia raped me and I've been with Josh when I had amnesia and he lied to me about being my fiancé!" I laughed. "Fuck you haven't had it easy," he sighed, "well buttercup you're in good hands now!"

"Buttercup?" I asked. "I think it suits you," he whispered, his eyes never leaving then road. I sighed relaxed and grabbed the blanket from the backseat. "Get some sleep, don't worry if you wake up in a hotel room... I'm gonna pull over in an hour for the night," he explained. "Night Blake," I whispered. "Night Annabelle," he said. I could tell he was smiling by the happiness in his voice. I closed my eyes and slowly drifted back to sleep.