Irresistible Passion

03. How Can I Say No?

Ginna POV

"Do you want to live?" He says as he puts my ID and wallet back in my purse and hands back to me.

I take it back, my hands shaking. "Y-yes."

"You never seen us then." He's says as he helps me up and pushes me out the bathroom back into the club.

I run back towards the lounge where Mia was, I scream her name over and over but the music was too loud she couldn't hear me.

Shots are fired behind me and I duck as the club goes up in panic. My ears are ringing from the gun sounds, body's are dropping next to me. I look back at lounge and Mia is no longer there.

I'm hit in the back of head with the back of a pistol and knock out.
• • • • • • • •

I wake up with my hands tied to the back of a chair. My head is pounding from being pistol whipped. It's musty as hell in here. I look around to see no windows. It's just me, two chairs, a table with a bottle and a cup and a door.

The door opens, it's the guy from yesterday walks in and closed the door behind him. He's wearing a black shirt with matching black joggers that have yellow and white stripes down the sides. To finish the fit, he have clean white and yellow Air Force 1s. He can dress, I'll give him that.

He walks over to me and brushes his fingers through my hair and over my bra strap. His fingers find the strap to my purse and he pulls it over my head.

"If you lie to me, I'll kill you." He says as he walks to the second chair and sits down next to me.

"I'm not gonna lie." I say as my body stiffs.

He looks into my eyes with his hazel ones. "You work for the cops?"

"No."

He proceeds to go through my purse. "You talk like you not from here."

"I grew up in the states."

He takes my ID and passport from my purse and looks back up at me. "Why you here then?"

"I'm visiting my friend." I watch as he looks through my passport and back up at me.

"Mia- Mia Garcia."

I nod my head.

He holds up my ID and passport. "Imma hold these for awhile."

He places them in his back pocket. "Oh um- I can help you find your friend Mia. You have to do something for me first though."

He throws my purse on my lap. "You do that, I'll help you find Mia. You fuck around and I'll kill you both."

He looks up at me. "¿Entendido?" (Got it). My eyes meet his. "Say yes."

"Yes."

"Good, Chula. You and me gonna make a good team." He says as he pours himself a drink.

He takes a sip and looks at his cup. "You ever been to Chicago? Chicago, Illinois?"

"No."

He smiles. "I'm from Chicago. I'm an American like you. Grew up there like you."

The door opens, it's the kid with shaved sides from yesterday also. He peaks in. "Es la hora, Esto." (It's time, Esto)