She probably wasn't going to make it out alive. Her legs were frozen into place, so she crouch and crawled, dragging herself backwards sensing a presence upfront, gasping and choking.
"Easy, easy." She heard a male voice, grumbling, not threatening.
She thought she eased, but she had only stopped moving.
It appeared she was rooted to one place because of fear, which was true,
So the man knew, she didn't followed what he meant, not that his brothers cared, his father relished the fear in others eyes for him, his sons were no different.
"Answer our questions and," he paused, she thought he'd let her go, the boys knew a hostages's mind well since there were many like her before, "I'll remove your blindfold." They loved to crush their hopes.
Zenovia gulped, fidgeted again, nodded hesitantly.
"Do you know how much damage have you caused?" He seethed close to her face, she was confused as expected.
"Nope. I haven't." She muttered.
"What do you know!? He used our troops to 'Help' 'reunite mother and son!'!" Other man bellowed specifics with pure agony from behind the first one.
"Who sir? I'm sorry. I don't understand. You got the wrong person. Let me go." She cried. Even if she could guess she didn't want to.
Her mind only muddled around escaping and thinking about last breaths.
"Shut the fuck up!" The guy in her face roared his lungs out gripping her hair tight,
She jolted back and cried more movin her head from side to side in denial,
For the loss of normal life she always dreamt of.
It's going to end soon.
"This lady isn't what I heard she was." An old man gruffed from the back lying back on his chair watching the show,
"What? Brave? They're all liers. Better we finish this today itself." The one who bellowed earlier admited his thoughts.
"No." The aggressive brother pulled the knot loose with force and the strap that blinded her, fell down, adjusting to the low sunlight which fell from the small window up above, she could see, a blonde with sharp eyes and perfect nose, concrete jaw and definitely bigger stature than hers, he was down on one knee in her face, eyes blazing dark with anger "She fuckin needs to pay! Because of her, callen had to appear in public twice! Because of her he is everywhere on social media! He got recognised in the hospital! Then he also visited the prison! Got himself on the news! AGAIN!" every gutteral word spit on her face was becoming louder with every sentence.
She shivered with realisation,
'what have I gotten myself into?'
"We fuckin had to pay heavy amount for this shit she caused! He ended with an edgy growl.
The blonde got up and stood behind the guy who was watching from steps away massaging his head.
She wanted to argue, she needed to plead but no voice came out,
They were tense
and,
more disturbed with her.
She could see it in their sneer, or
"Finish her." Grim stern older voice echoed from the dark, the dark I couldn't see.
'their mastermind? Is that why they both didn't kill me till now? Waiting for orders?'
"Yes uncle." The dark haired one who hadn't said much till now, finally moved forward.
Her hands were tied, so was her limbs, she scooted back crawling like a bug as much she can, fear had paralized her movements.
"STOP THE FUCK YOU ARE DOING!" a familiar roar from another end froze all,
Everyone's head turned to it source, his father clenched his chair tight in anger.
Zenovia who had squinted her eyes shut shot open her eyes with her head to the side to the door where,
Callen stood,
Zenovia's eyes widened when she saw him fish out a gun from his back and targeted towards her dark haired attacker,
"Callen! That's your Brother!" The old man shouted getting up in exasperation.
She gasped as he pulled the trigger not wasting any second running towards her,
Her head whipped towards her attacker not focused on callen anymore,
He didn't fall, nor did any blood dropped, he was infact as calm like nothing happened, enjoying like a sadist everyone in the are, just his Knife fell with a clank which he had on him.
Now she solely observed callen who was out of breath picking her up.
"How can you?"
"This is not we agreed on!" Callen barked back to his dad, she pressed her ear to his chest and letting his vibrations which generated when he spoke calm her down, his quickened heartbeats, everything helped her regain her senses.
She closed her eyes, not having enough energy to witness the ordeal anymore.
She knew he was walking,
turning,
Standing, and moving until she heard the door knob click shut,
He sat on his couch, undid her ropes, kissed her forehead, "I'm sorry" he ended in a whisper thinking how he failed everyone. She blinked once, twice,
She blinked back more tears but one heavy pat on her head and she bursted into tears, he Wiped her face, stroked her back but it wasn't helping,
She nearly died back there,
She was deposited on the bed on which she fell asleep in no time as his large warm hands stroked her head and hairs whispering sweet words into her ear.
By then she didn't cared where she was,
Until she is with him nothing scared her.
He sighed,
If it's her, any situation agitated him.
He closed his room as he went down to the living room, he knew everyone will be there by now, emptying the basement.
"What is. The meaning. Of this?" Callen banged whatever he could touch which was the decorative lamp on the wall, none moved.
"She is entangled with the notarios. They are finding her. She has information about you." His father spoke.
"You know even a little bit of insight is a valuable information too. She's a danger." The dark haired was laid back, but believed his brother needs to be reminded.
"She has disputes with the daughter of Noelia Cayawan too, she has left her imprints in the most dangerous zones." The boss of the house, spoke again, yet his son couldn't let go, 'first his sister, now a lover too? How much is he prepared to loose!?'
"And you deliberately got yourself involved!" The hot blooded blonde, smashed his glass on the edge of the table, the wine dripped soaking the carpet.
"She's mine. You harm her, you provoke Me! You do not intervene! She's my responsibility!"
Callen roared out marking his territory.
