Book 1 of the Moretti Chronicles
PREVIOUSLY KNOWN AS "The Girl Who Walked Into A Bar"
•1st place General Fiction in Star Dazzle Awards
•Best Plot Twist in Star Dazzle Awards
I was so close, so close to coming when a knock on the door interrupted u...
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"We'll be staying at the safe house in Italy, but for our operation we'll be at Hotel Lungarno. Layla will be escorted to the club where she will seduce Alessandro Dmitriev" Emilio said looking directly at me.
"Layla here will have to gain his attention and eventually convince him to go back to her hotel room where we will be waiting. If he refuses to cooperate we will have to beat the information out of him" he continued with a smirk.
They all lit up like a Christmas tree when Emilio mentioned the beating part. They were all sociopaths.
I sat quietly listening to what he was saying trying to mask the fact that I was freaking out on the inside. Just then a smirk graced his lips, so I was doing a horrible job of pretending to be fine. He could see right through my tough exterior.
I was not comfortable with what he wanted me to do. He wanted me to help him kidnap someone. Hell, I was still being held a prisoner, but yet still he wanted me to help him kidnap someone.
He must have lost his mind.
We have been going over the plan for the pass hour and my only concern was trying to find a flaw in a perfect plan that would give me the window I need to escape.
Escaping seemed almost impossible. The club would be surrounded outside by his men and then there would be a few men inside with me.
How could I escape?
Unless I went to the bathroom and if I was lucky enough there would be a window inside.
Then what?
What if there were men guarding outside the window? What if the window couldn't open? What if I can't fit through?
All the possible outcomes were playing in my head on repeat as I thought about all the 'what ifs".
Who am I kidding?
I have lost a few pounds since I have been here. I eat, yes. But at the same time I am so stressed and depressed, all I can think about is my freedom.
If I were to escape I would be in a country that I have never been to before. Plus I don't even speak Italian.
How would I even get home?
This was so frustrating.
I had spaced out, not wanting to hear what they were talking about, but when I started paying attention again, I had no idea what they were saying.
"Cosa succede se la cagna rovina il piano e cerda di scappare?" I heard one of the men in the room say.
Translation: What if the bitch screws up the plan and tries to escape?
"Bene... dovremo andare con il piano b e anche sentirci liberi di metterle un proiettile in testa" Emilio replied looking me directly in the eyes.
Translation: Well... we'll have to go with plan b and also feel free to put a bullet in her head"
