My escape

2.The girl

Josh Garel’s POV:

“Josh, we found a girl sleeping on the beach behind the house” Jack said entering my room. “we took her to the basement” he continued. Jack was one of the most reliable men around me, he is like a friend of mine. But is it called friendship if he works for me? I don’t know. Being a head of business company, well who am I kidding I am still considered a part of a mafia, and even a head of one, I couldn’t trust people easily. But I trusted him.

But “why is she in the basement? She could be a normal girl; she wouldn’t be an enemy sleeping there” I stated. “you guys don’t think sometimes, do you?” I asked waiting for an explanation.

“she had a knife that has blood on it. And her clothes had a little blood on them too, not to mention she seemed really strong.  So, we had to take her to the basement you know”.

“okay I’ll go down in a little bit” I huffed. The he went out the door closing it behind him.

I didn’t need that right now, I hope this girl will bring no trouble, but what jack said made me a little concerned. I had to go back to New York, there’s a lot of things to take care of back home. I don’t need anything to get in my way to going back there.

In fact, I came here to attend a business meeting with the other head of different mafias. And I have to go back as soon as possible.

I stood up from my chair, got out of the room descending the stairs to reach the basement. When I entered, I saw a girl’s body sitting on a chair, arms and feet tied, head tilted to the back with a black bag on it.

As soon as Miguel (one of my men) saw me he approached and said “Sir, he wanted to tie her, I told him it’s too much he didn’t listen. She’s just a girl.” He could be really annoying sometimes.

“when will you learn that women can be as dangerous as men” I said angrily “you must change that old mentality as yours”. “she had a damn knife with her” I reasoned.

Then I turned to Jack “what’s her name” I asked. “she didn’t wake up yet, so we couldn’t ask her. Plus, she didn’t have any id or belongings with her”. He replied.

“strange” I muttered. Looking at her figure on the chair, she had a petite one but you couldn’t deny the muscular form appearing on her. She reminded me of someone I brushed away the thought, I don’t want to remember that. Suddenly I saw her head moving up, I can feel her eyes contemplating from behind the fabric wondering where she is. Of course, she couldn’t see through the material but it was clear that she was trying to.

Moving to her direction I walked to her and removed the bag only to back up surprisingly.

It was her LYDIA! What the hell was she doing here. ‘duh she came with her father you dump’ I mentally slapped myself, her dead was too one of the mafias head. I didn’t want to be seen vulnerable right now, it’s so wrong.

Everything seemed so wrong!

Why is she here?! Did she come here to talk to me? How does she know I am here? Why after such a long time? Questions rushed my brain causing to break it into pieces. It did stop functioning, I know because I have no answers, I always have answers.  

Turning around I saw my too men contemplating me curiously not knowing what’s the problem, and not knowing who she is. The problem was a long story with a lot of bruises covering my heart.

Not wanting to sound vulnerable, I removed my feelings away. And pretend they were nothing and to explain my surprised face I said coldly “why the hell is Evan Fox’s daughter in my house?” in a very serious tone.

Seeing their reaction was a hint for me that they regret every moment that brought her here in this shape in this form. They knew this situation was bad in every way possible. But it was worse for me, they didn’t know the whole story only my best friend Christian did.

Me and her father were not good friends at all he was like the opposite side of the mafia and also, he was also at the meeting throwing daggers at me with his eyes. He was a little bit stronger than me as a head. But he was bad. A very bad man. How do I know I know this? Well, I used to work for him and almost with him god forbid. And now with the lovely so-called daughter of his in my house he was going to kill me slowly and hungrily.

I looked at her shaving my hurt away she was desperately trying to talk but the idiots put fabric in her mouth tied at the back of her head.

I removed the fabric from her mouth.

“YOU SICK BAST***, WHAT AM I DOING HERE!! I hate you? What do you want from me?” she shouted.

Is she shouting at me?!! I can’t believe her I am the one who should be hating on her.

“what were you doing here sleeping at the beach back of my house?” I shouted back making her stop.