Her Ravaged Life

Ch. -8-

 It feels like my face drops to the floor and dissolves into molecules. 

 I haven’t heard that name for fifteen years and all of a sudden he looks into my eyes and calls me by my birthname. The name was supposed to be dead and buried. 

 “Gianna Hayes! My name is Gianna Hayes you got the wrong girl,” I say with all the confidence I can find in me. 

 He looks me with commiseration. He knows he has the right girl. How he knows is yet to be discovered but he knows.

 Seems like past does creep up on you. Even if you work very hard to make it disappear into oblivion. Somehow it claws out of whatever hole you buried it in and comes back with force to slap you when you least expect it.

 “MY NAME IS GIANNA HAYES,” I scream at him in my final attempt to save my miserably busted skin. 

 “Calm down. I probably won’t hurt you. I just need you to make sure other people get hurt,” he spoke with the calmest voice like the statement was the most normal thing in the world. Like this happens to me every day and now that he explained himself I can sit back and relax. Should I feel better now. He won’t PROBABLY hurt me. Great. Best news I had all day. Now I can start enjoying my life here. 

 What the hell is the matter with him?

 I don’t care who he hurts, me or somebody else, I don’t want to be part of this. I am the person who comes after the horrific crime to break the news to world, I am not the person who is mingled into the crime and I definitely don’t want to become that person.

 He is head of one of the most influential crime families in the world. Why am I even on his radar? Did I mess with his business when I covered some story? Did I pry to much or maybe I befriended some of his enemies?

 He is giving no clues and my brain is in overdrive trying to understand what is going on, why is it going on?

 Still standing there and staring at him, I am more lost than the moment I started asking questions. Getting answers is my job and I can’t get any out of him.

 He points to a chair across him, “Sit. There are some things you have to understand for this arrangement to work.” 

 “k********g should not be called arrangement, but alright, I’ll play,” I say and sit across of him. I cross my arms on my chest and look at him with distaste. If I have to mirror his confidence to survive then that’s what I do.

 He glimpses at my cleavage and the p*****t smirks. 

 “That’s the most you’re going to see so you better take a mental image, to have something to j******f to.” I really should keep my mouth shut. It might not be the best of ideas to piss the man off. 

 “Watch your mouth!” he says with a sharp tone.

 “You watch my mouth instead of my t**s,” I spit back as I feel my blood starting to boil. He took my freedom and at least for now I am not giving him the pleasure to take my spirit with it. Even if it kills me. 

 “Fair enough. Tit for tat. Should I show it now or later in the bedroom?” he sneers at me and leans closer over the table.

 “I am not interested in you or your tat. So stop your stupid mind games and tell me what I need to do to end this nightmare.” 

 He shifts in his chair and opens the binder that has been sitting in front of him. 

 His bearing becomes serious and I can feel he is in his business mode. I can’t say I like it. Not that I liked the previous him but the coldness that radiates from him right now daunts me.

 “You want to know why you?”

 “Me asking f*****g hundred times usually means that YES, I want to know,” I answer with more arrogance than I should have. I’m really going to end up in a ditch if I don’t get my sappy temper in order. 

 “Watch your mouth would you.” He takes a deep breath to keep his composure and continues, “You are here because the people, who killed someone I loved, feed you to me to keep themselves out of my reach.” He looks me dead serious in the eyes while he spoke the words that make no sense whatsoever. 

 “And you agreed to take some random girl instead of cold blooded killers? You got ripped,” I say and then it hits me. Somebody feed me to him. Daniel? Daniel killed someone he loved? And he paid him instead of butchering him like the big he is. This whole thing is even more messed up than I thought.

 “Well no. Because having you in my possession gives me the upper hand in finding and finishing them.” He says the last words very slowly which makes the hair on my neck to raise. The focus in his eyes tells me he is meaning every single word.

 I guess my Daniel theory got just kicked out. And to be honest he is gutless moron so thinking he would be able to kill a person is giving him too much credit.

 “Them? Who are the ‘them’ who would piss you off and then sacrifice me?” 

 He takes something from the binder and places it before me.

 Something tells me not to look but my curiosity always wins. Just one look and I can find out who sold me out. 

 I look down at the picture for just a second.

 “NO!” I shake my head. “I don’t believe you!”