Leather Jacket

Chapter 12 Alive

"What's going on in here?" We heard a voice as we immediately pulled back as I covered myself back up again.

"Get out Frankie !" Marco yelled as Frankie walked out with his hands in surrender, closing the door behind him. " Sorry about that. We should've locked the door." He said embarrassed sitting back.

"It's fine. Really." I said folding the blanket around myself.

"I didn't mean to overwhelm you. " He said while I cuddled into his side.

"It's fine. I'm okay with it. But we don't have to talk about it just yet . Is that okay?" I said looking up at him.

"You don't regret it do you ?"

"Please ?" I pleaded

"Sure. Whatever you want my love. " he said placing a kiss to the top of my head.

When I woke up for the second time , the rain had stopped falling and Marco was gone. After I showered and dressed , I walked downstairs seeing Tom in the kitchen  but no one else in sight.

"What's going on ?" I asked pouring myself some juice.

"I don't know. A few hours ago Marco stormed downstairs and demanded everyone to go to his office , except me of course. I'm on watch duty. "

"Watch duty ? For what?" I said taking a seat.

"You of course. " he explained while my mind started working on what could possibly be going on between those four walls...

"Do you know what it's about ?"

"If I didn't, would you think I would be sitting here so calm ?" He said , taking a bite from an apple.

"Okay , so what is it ?"

"I thought it's obvious. It's you. It's about you Alice . " I know that I should've been worried but the fact that Tom - of all people - called me by my actual name made me realise the importance of the situation even more. He's never referred to me as anything other than bosslady , ma'am or Ms Dunhill. He said I was too important to Marco to be called by something as informal as my first name by his people. So the fact that he just called me that , made me fear for my life.

What changed ?

"W-why did you just call me by my first name ? I thought you weren't allowed to..." I said carefully while I watched him.

"Let's just say ; Marco changed his mind."

"What are you talking abo-" and before I could even finish asking my question, a bag was pulled over my head while I was thrown over a shoulder. Fear over took my whole body and I knew no matter what was going to happen next, I was screwed either way.

"Please! You have to let me go !" I begged as I felt the wind nipping on my bare legs leading me to the thought that I was taken outside.

"Please don't do this! I'll do whatever you want ! Just don't kill me !" I said , sounding pathetic at this point. But I knew that Marco told me I knew too much to just up and walk out of here. So there was only one way I would be leaving this place , and it wouldn't be alive. 

"Tom !? Frankie !?" I yelled, not knowing what their definition was of 'protection' but this certainly wasn't it. I tried to listen to the voices , trying to identify my surroundings but it was like without my sight , my other senses were useless. I ultimately admitted defeat when I had been carried outside for who knows how long. There probably wasn't a soul around to hear me anyway. My captor must've taken quite a kick out of my petty cries , probably grinning like the Cheshire cat.

Maybe I was right all along... maybe I am weak. I mean , I can't even defend myself. This is the second time I've been kidnapped. So what use do I actually have? I'm an easy target. Maybe Marco deserves someone better than me by his side... Someone who could not only love him as much as I do , but who can also stand up for herself and defend herself when needed. I bet in this line of business you either have to or you die. Just my luck anyway...

I lied limp in my captors arms , not saying a word or moving a muscle while I blew out small breathes. Maybe I was just kidding myself, someone like Marco would never love me ? I'm a joke. Not only to him and his people but probably his enemies too. The poor unfortunate soul who's nothing more than an accessory. Who was I kidding when I thought this morning actually meant something to him too ? Of course it didn't. That's probably all he wanted in the first place. The reason I'm being sent to my doom.

Yet , my hope that there's good in him hung by a thread . The hope that I'm all wrong about him and that maybe... he'll come and rescue me proving to me that I didn't do all of this for nothing.

Choking back my tears , I sniffle before saying the one word that I'll  either regret or be grateful for.

"Marco ?" I said just above a whisper. It was so soft I bet not even my captor could hear it over the autumn leaves crunching under his feet. I didn't even have to say it a second time, because once I did , my captor came to a halt and the bag was taken from my head.

I could go on. But what fun would that be ? For me. 😂😂😂 Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. Remember to leave your thoughts in the comment section below. Until next time keep howling my wolves ❤🐺