Mr. Mafia Man

Chapter XXV: The Rescue

First of all, just to be clear, if I wasn't being so earlier, I did not like one thing about my current situation. I don't like the cold cage, I don't like this dumb blocky phone, I don't like the seahorses in the back of the room (even though I am still getting used to them, they really aren't that bad when they are contained like that), and I especially don't like having to pretend cry into the phone to "fool" Nicolas. I say "fool" because, as excellent of an actor that I am, these tears won't fool jack shit aka Nicolas. He knows that I would never cry in a hostage situation because I have way too much self-respect. Which makes this whole exercise practically useless, but I wasn't about to tell the small, round man that.

I was currently clutching the phone as it rang what was presumably Nicolas' number. I was torn between whether I wanted him to pick up so I could deliver my award-winning performance and then go home, or if I wanted him to ignore the call so I could push this whole awkward situation off until tomorrow. The longer the phone rings the more it looks like I am just going to have to deal with this whole thing tomorrow. Fortunately, or perhaps, unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, Nicolas picked up on the last ring. I could hear the rage in his voice, which was slightly unnerving, but something that I was used to by now.

"Evelyn?" He hissed into the phone. I felt the vibrations down into my core and not in a horny way. In a I'm-probably-going-to-get-murdered way.

But I didn't have time to be afraid of a sexy beast like Nicolas and his creepy as hell hisses, I had a job to do. "Ni-nicolas," I sobbed into the receiver. "I've be-been kidnapp-napped."

"That much is obvious princess, now I'm just going to tell you a couple things and you can stop ugly crying. First we are coming to get you. Second, don't do anything stupid."

"But I'm sc-cared." I am still keeping up the act. I really do think I deserve an Academy Award for this shit because it is not as fucking easy as it looks.

"Stop ugly crying. I know that there is no way that you could be treated that bad, they're the Yakuza for fuck's sake. Polite is all they know how to do."

"But they have sea horses here," I whisper.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"Alright, just give me the phone," The large and in charge man says and snatches the phone out of my hands. He gives me the we'll talk about it later look and struts out of the room. It's obvious that I did not behave the way that he wanted me to.

Instead of creeping back to my corner, I leaned my brow against the cold iron bars of my cage and looked at my solitary constant in this new life I lived: the seahorses. Dumb and clunky as always they barely moved across the water in the aquarium. I longed for my glasses; if I could see the seahorses better I could name them and then they would truly be my friends. As it were they could be plastic for all know.

After watching the seahorses for what is too long for anyone to be doing anything let alone looking at seahorses, I shamble back over to my sad corner in my sadder cell and plop my ass down on the mat the Yakuza provided several hours ago. It is not comfortable by any means but at this point anything is better than cold hard stone.

I must have slept for several hours because when I woke up the single small window in the room was significantly brighter than it was before. I laid on my mat, wondering what woke me up for several moments until I realized that it was the shouting coming from outside the door. I sat up, still groggy from the catnap that I took (if we are being honest, it was less of a cat nap and more of a lion nap), and realized that there were some serious decibels of sound coming from outside of my cell. At first I was a little bit concerned about it, but the more that I thought about it the more I realized that my situation could not possibly get worse so it didn't matter what happened. Even if the ruckus makers killed me, the afterlife would be preferable to spending more time in this cage in the same room with my worst enemy.