Unbearable (Unexpected Sequel)|✔️

70- Hello, Old Friend

My eyes slowly fluttered open, then squeezed shut again from the light.

Slowly, my senses came back to me. First was the sensation of something tying my wrists together. They were tight and scratchy. The same went for my ankles. Then I noticed my arms were behind my back. I was sitting on a hard chair. My throat felt raspy and my head was pounding.

Opening my eyes again, slowly this time, I looked down at my body. Yup. I was in deep shit.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," I hissed without thinking. My voice echoed. I snapped my eyes up and looked around. I was in a warehouse, seemingly abandoned, except the corners were dark. There seemed to be some extra doors around, most likely holding extra rooms. I couldn't see anyone, but that didn't mean they weren't there.

I kept my breathing even. I wasn't stupid, I knew I was kidnapped. But, by who? Why? I thought all the gang shit was over by now. Surely it couldn't...

I was getting ahead of myself. This could've been anybody. My parents were rich. Maybe I was only being held for ransom. Maybe one of my dad's enemies. He surely had some as a lawyer.

How long had I been out for?

"Well, well, well. If it isn't our princess waking up from her beauty sleep."

My head snapped up toward the source. A bald-headed man was walking up to me in casual strides, his hands behind his back. He looked like he could break out whistling at any second. He was tall, wearing all black, and pretty old. Maybe around fourty. With the gold chain around his neck, he almost looked like a pimp.

He was pretty ugly.

"Arabella, is it?" he asked, kneeling in front of me. If my legs weren't tied, I would've kicked him straight in the face. Just looking at him made me feel grimy.

I stubbornly turned my head to the side.

He whistled lowly. His calloused fingers grabbed my chin and forced me to face him.

"Feisty," he mused. "My, my. I'm being so rude right now. I'm Don, pleased to meet you."

Don? The name struck a familiar chord but I couldn't put my finger on it. Did my dad have a client named Don? Or maybe an opposing client?

He must've seen the conflict in my face because his smile widened to reveal a wide set of missing and yellow teeth. "Come on, Bella. You know who I am, surely!"

My lips stayed sealed. I didn't like not having the upper hand right now.

He sighed and rested his palms against the arms of my chair. "Ouch. I'm offended, really. But if you must know," he paused, his hand trailing up my arm. I shuddered, even though I was wearing a jacket. His hand stopped right at the top of my arm. His finger tapped a spot three times before his grin widened. "I'm the one who gave you this badass scar. You're welcome."

My eyes widened in realization. Fuck fuck fuck! Don! He was the stupid gang leader who caused all this shit in the first place.

"Ah, I see you remember me now." He squeezed my arm before dropping his hand and standing up. "Good. This makes things much easier. Now, you might be wondering, how did I know I shot you? After all, it was an accident."

I wasn't thinking that until now, but with the tone of his voice, something told me this was anything but an accident. My stomach churned at the thought.

He began pacing in front of me, very much so like an evil villain. "You see, my men never miss. Surely you couldn't have thought that shot was an accident." When my lips thinned out, he laughed, making it echo throughout the empty warehouse. "You were out in the open! You were completely exposed! Obviously, you were eavesdropping," he paused and looked at me with a gleam in his eyes. "Naughty naughty. So, I shot you."