A Dangerous Captive (Completed)

33. Target 5 Pt.1

Song: The Cult Of Dionysus - The Orion Experience

(edited)

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Adelaide

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I looked at the building in front of us, exactly like the blueprint I had gotten my hands on days before.

A sinister smile grew on my face.

The real fun was about to begin.

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A house was always easier to break into than a penthouse suite, maybe that's why we were having such difficulty with the task.

Or, it could be that a 6-foot bulky Italian mafia boss was having trouble keeping his footsteps muted and his breathing silent.

When he accidentally kicked the metal railing with his big foot, I shot him a glare and lifted my pointer finger to my lips as if to say, shut up you massive meatball.

He only shrugged his shoulders, a smug smirk plastered on his face.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed the railings of the fire escape, stealthily making my way higher.

Looking up, I spotted the target entranceway that led straight to the penthouse suite, currently empty, soon to be occupied by unwanted guests.

My gaze wandered to Mano who was only just making it to the landing that I was on.

"Tata, we have to hurry up if we want to get there in time," I said, taking notice of how his hands held the railing in a death grip.

"Si, si, cavolo, don't worry about me, you go on ahead and I'll catch up." He said, refusing to look in my direction, his line of sight facing upwards.

I sighed.

"Would you feel better if I held your hand?"

His head whipped around so fast that his body swayed a little and I rushed to his side, placing my hands on his sides in an attempt to try and steady him.

"It's okay to be scared." I tried my best at soothing him, prying his white-knuckled hands away from the railing and into my palm.

He didn't say anything, his mind too occupied by the fact that we were several stories high in the cool night sky and the wind getting rougher the higher we climbed.

I gently guided his left hand to the inside railing and took his right hand in mine, staying by his side so that I would be by the railing overlooking the city.

It was a pity that we didn't get to explore Lisbon, it was supposed to be a beautiful.

I started to pull Mano up the steps but he seemed to be going even slower than before.

"Mano, can't you hurry up just a little bit more?"

He looked down at me the fear still present in his eyes, a self-satisfied smirk was trying it's best to break through but failing miserably.

I wound my left arm around his waist, his body tensing up as I did so.

I paid no notice to it, continuing the journey up the stairs.

After a few steps, I could feel his body start to relax into mine and after a flight or two, he was leaning against me for support.

"Only one more," I whispered in his ear.

His only response was a small nod and I sneaked a look at him.

He didn't look confident, cheeky, smug or self-assured, instead, he looked vulnerable and scared, making him seem much younger than he was.