BANG Up Job {BOOK 1}

Chapter 9: Thoughts

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NATASHA POV:

So here i am.

Sitting, tied to a chair, again.

With twisty ties this time.

So even if i had my clam knife it wouldn't help.

Antonio is smart.

I cant speak so I'm left with my own thoughts.

Antonio went to go get a first aid kit.

Like that will help anyway.

I am going to die.

I am dying.

To be quite honest, if i wasn't such a stereotypical teenager with my big mouth and defiant personality, i would already be dead and not suffering.

But for some reason tony's boss likes that about me and thats the only reason I'm still alive.

If you call the way they're treating me 'keeping me alive'.

they haven't fed me and i haven't slept in 2 days unless you count being knocked out on the floor for an hour.

So naturally an already irritated teenager, would kind of go a little crazy.

And that includes killing someone.

I may also have some anger issues.

But i killed someone.

And i cant get past that point.

She wasn't innocent and its not like she didn't deserve it.

Then again, does anyone really deserve to die?

Another side effect of being a teenager is over thinking and thats exactly what I'm doing right now.

The back of my neck is starting to cramp from being hunched over for so long.

I have to keep my chin to my chest to prevent the bleeding.

Tony walks in and sets down a box of equipment.

He sits a chair down in front of me and examines me.

A few minutes later, Antonio has put temporary stitches and a cloth rap around my neck like a scarf, to put pressure on the wound.

Now his rough fingers are caressing my tender skin, cleaning the blood with a antiseptic wipe.

He doesn't even realize how much i love his touch.

It scares me.

I should hate him.

But I'm intrigued by him.

I wanna know him.

I wanna know what makes him tick.

'Careful Nat, curiosity killed the cat.' my sub conscious re introduces its opinion.

'Yes but don't cats have 9 lives?' i press back.

If i ever get out of here i'm going to need a lot of therapy.

"How ya feeling princessa?" Antonio asked wearily.

"Exactly how i look." i retort.

Like i said, I'm a little snappy.

I knew i looked like shit.

My hair in a messy low hanging pony tail, dried blood covering my body, swollen lips, a stab wound in my fucking throat, sweating, pale, and cold yet hot at the same time from the loss of blood.

And i bet the light in my eyes has gotten dimmer.

"Well then let's get you cleaned up." he smiled at me.

Thats the first genuine smile Antonio has ever given me.

And i hope not the last because it is beautiful, he is beautiful.