What It's Like Loving an Idiot

Seventy Four || I Don't Think I'll Test Fate

James's POV

As a kid, my life was indescribable. Though by that, I don't mean that I can't describe it, it's something that I choose not to.

The horrors, the terrors, the absolute sight of blood.

I'm certain that if I lived in the city since birth, I'd cringe at the sight of blood but, I've become desensitized from it. Though, I must remember that blood is the substance that keeps us alive and though it tends to seep out of wounds in places like this one, it's what keeps us dead or alive.

"You seem to be short, James." Arturo looks at me, not a trace of anger or fury, just such casualness. I don't know what to make of it, though I do know that it make me nervous.

I raise a brow at him, "I doubt it, I'm not stupid."

He leans back against the table behind him. My eyes drift to the briefcase on the desk. There's no way in fuck I'm short. It's just not possible. Kamer is the one who packed the briefcase. He knows how dire this situation is. Why would I willingly put myself in a situation that would anger this lunatic even more?

He tilts his head a little and gives me an eerie half smile. "I suppose you are correct about that."

He pauses, "Though, that doesn't change the fact that you are short on funds. I told you I wanted it all, all fifty million of it."

"Perhaps you should ask someone else to count it, younger eyes if you will."

I hear Grant snort but quickly covers it up.

Arturo's calm manner shifts into something that I would except from him. He takes a few steps until he's standing in front of me. Momentarily, my eyes look at his belt. By the brief glance, I see a knife and a pistol. As he gets closer to me, I shift my eyes to his, right at them.

When his nose is less than five inches from mine, I can smell how truly disgusting his breath is. Jesus, I wish I could throw a fucking toothbrush at him, that ought to get the idea into his big head.

I refuse to let my stare falter.

"Tell me, James: Would you like me to beat you like I did to your mother?"

Without hardly a thought about it, I head butt him.

He stubbles backwards, holding the top of his forehead. "Oh, you stupid fucking bitch," he mumbles. Soon as he gets his ground, he glares at me. "That's it, I'm getting Dominic. You fucking asked for this," he cusses at me and leaves, the guard leaving with him.

He leaves Grant and I alone and I look at him. "Listen, we are going to get out of here, I promise. Kamer and Jason are going to rescue us soon," I quickly tell him in a hushed tone on the off chance that someone can hear us.

He shakes his head, "What the fuck is going on here James?! Who is Kamer?!"

I hush him. "Not so loud," I tell him calmly.

He nods slowly, fear refuses to leave his stare. "How long is it going to be?" He whispers.

I gulp. "Soon, that's all I know."
He sighs and slumps in his chair, but with being tied up, that's not so easy.

Suddenly, Arturo and Dominic enter the room. Out of the two, Dominic was always the most intimidating looking. Messy eyebrows, over powering cheekbones, and let me not forget about the huge scar that takes from the top of his forehead through his eyebrow, by passing eye, but slides over his cheekbone.

His dark and overbearing eyes stare at me, but mine dart down to the black bag in his hands.

"You have your fun and when you're done, we call Autumn. She has no idea that he's here," Arturo tells Dominic before he leaves the room.