Don't give up on me.

THIRTY SEVENTH

Johum took Rua's car and surprisingly she didn't have to break through the lock because it was already unlocked. Johum fumbled around with the wires and the engine started up. She had learned doing that when she was in Turkey and had gotten involved with bad people. But that was coming in handy now. She reversed out of the area and went on road.

She put the address in GPS of Rua's phone and started driving. Even though she had told Rua the wrong information— the antidote wasn't even in the suitcase but once they got there that is; Domenico and Zayan, they would know where the formula is because they were clever and knew that it was the place where Johum's secret laid.

Johum just wished the Zayan would get there faster than Domenico because if he didn't, then Domenico would ruin her. She didn't want Zayan to find out that she had tried giving that formula to Domenico in order to get rid of Zayan, not knowing what the consequences were. She was stupid and naïve but Zayan wouldn't listen to any of it once he got face to face with Recugglia and saw the pictures that Domenico had sent Johum.

It took her half an hour to reach the address and once she did, she practically flew out of the car not caring that she was still bleeding under her jacket and her legs were shaking. Johum took out the gun that she had taken from the apartment and tiptoed inside, with eyes watching everything like a hawk. She was looking for any movement or for any sound that would indicate that there was someone inside.

The main gate was locked but she couldn't trust them. They could have broken in. Johum jumped over the wall and walked inside the house with soft pad of feet. Her breathing was irregular and she was scared, scared of the outcome and the shit she had gotten herself in to. Once she opened the main door and entered, all the lights were switched off. It was a relief but she had to check the entire house.

Climbing up the stairs with her gun at her side, Johum was about to flick on the lights when she heard,

"Going somewhere?" She froze for a second and then turned around with her gun pointed straight at him. Johum knew she was screwed and now there was no going back and she was scared. She knew he won't let her leave unharmed and after what Domenico did to her last time, she was pretty terrified of him now.

There he stood with his arms crossed over his chest, an evil smirk on his lips and his eyebrows raised in amusement. He didn't look a little bit fazed from the gun that she was holding in her hand. Johum swallowed through her dried throat and took a step back.

"Why are you here?" Her voice was shaking, she was frightened and even he knew that. And he was enjoying it as much as he could. She tried to come out as brave but couldn't. He knew he affected her and not in a good way either.

"I think this place has something that belongs to me." Uncrossing his arms, he leaned against the wall. Johum grabbed the gun with both of her hands, knowing that it was loaded but she wouldn't mind killing him. He deserved it and he was worth spending her life in jail. She hated him that much.

"There is nothing that belongs to you here." She answered, looking around for any signs of his men. Domenico laughed and shook his head.

"You're busted love, I was just getting the formula but guess what? It isn't there but—" he lifted his index finger and pretended to think, "I know it is here." He gave her a sadistic look. "So let's do something okay?" He lifted his hands in the air and then threw them back down, "Since no one is here right now, and no one's gonna come after you— you might as well just tell me the truth because I'm pretty sure you won't be able to use that gun on me."

"Zayan will come, he is coming." She said in a trembling voice, taking another step back.

"Oh come on!!" He scoffed dramatically, "how much more stupid you could get? That tool has been using you for all these months and you are still pinning for him like some low class whore." Johum straightened her gun as anger made her eyes twitch.