BANG Up Job {BOOK 1}

Chapter 7: Women

I came to a door where i had heard her scream.

Without thinking i ran in and saw her strapped to a table.

The last thing i saw was one of the huge burly men from early today coming towards me,

and a blonde middle age women behind him in an all black spandex suit smirking at me in the most cruelest way possible.

Before everything went black.

I awoke tied to a chair in that same room with my mother still strapped to the table, about 30 yards away from me.

"Aww cmon the tying thing again." I mumbled under my breath and struggled against the ropes, to test its strength.

"Michael, the girl is awake." came the feminine voice.

I turned my head quickly only to feel a sticky substance run down my face from my hair line.

I touched my shoulder with it and found blood on my shirt.

"Oh good shes not loosing that much blood." he said in a deep tone.

"let me have a word with her." the women said.

She walked over to me in black heels.

Click clacking across the tile floor.

She put up a mirror in front of my face so i could see my reflection.

I had sticky dark red blood sliding down the side of my face from my head wound, caused by that asshole Michael.

He most likely hit me over the head with the bottom of a knife or something.

My natural deep red hair was up in a high pony tail and a messy one at that, matching the color of the blood dripping from my head.

My face was pale, cold, and clammy.

Small little cuts, that i don't remember getting,were all over my tiny nose and cheeks.

A huge gash was placed on my big lips, stained with the color of blood.

My mascara was holding out okay considering i haven't cried yet

And worst of all, the light in my blue gray eyes has dimmed.

I looked weak, and that made me mad.

Because anyone and i mean ANYONE who knows me knows i am NOT weak.

"I know us girls value our appearance. so i wanted to show you yours." She spoke with a vile tongue.

I was to say Italian accent.

She was tall, olive skin, slim, but busty, blonde and green eyes.

Probably Sicilian.

"Aw isn't that sweet well thank you for pointing out the fact i look like shit. meanwhile you look perfectly manicured and untouched." I smiled sickly sweet.

She just scowled and waltzed away to put the mirror down on her desk.

"Are you aware i can kill you whenever i want?"

"Are you aware that your lying to me?"

She just turned around bewildered.

"Excuse me?"

"Well I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that if that was true you would of killed my mother ages ago and me the minute i pushed you. plus Antonio doesn't seem like the kind of guy who let's other people finish his projects for him." I conclude.

I didn't show it in that moment.

But i was praying to god that i was right.

"Your a smart girl." She paced in between my mother and i.

"However," she began.

"Your mother is my project, so no one would mind if i kill her now."

My eyes widened.

They moved my mom into a sitting position.

She was blind folded and soaked in blood.

She was wearing a hospital gown.

That also dyed with red.

I slowly reached down and pulled the clam knife out of my rain boot with difficulty.

However the pair didn't notice.

I then started sawing away at the rope as silently as i could.

The man took the gun and aimed it at my mothers forehead.

The women stood beside him smiling.

Sickening women.

Just milliseconds before he was about the pull the trigger i finished slicing away the last of the rope and jumped up and lunged towards the women.

And just as quickly as i had sprung up she threw her dagger at me and hit a bullseye to my throat.

My hands went up to my neck as tears slowly started pouring from my eyes.

"No!" My mom yelled still blindfolded.

I guess she understood i had been stabbed.

I yanked the blade out of my throat and threw it back at the women.

Landing it in her chest.

Straight at her heart.

She fell to the ground, dead.

I pressed my palm to the wound to stop its bleeding.

I looked around for the other attacker, but Michael had fled.

Coward.

I hobbled to my mother and unstrapped her with one hand.

She had tears in her eyes as well.

Looking at her, i knew i wasn't going to survive this.

But she still could.

I needed to get her out.

I loved her too much and had come to far to let her die with me.