What do you want from me?
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C H A P T E R N I N E
W H A T D O Y O U W A N T F R O M M E ?
"Ella Joseph was it ?"
What the actual hell ?
I turned around to where the voice was coming from, with my heart almost beating out of my chest. The group recently left and headed back home, and I was just throwing out some garbage from yesterday. The last thing I would expect is a stranger calling me by name right beside the dumpster.
"Who's asking ?" I say remembering that I once read in a book that one should never show fear. The more unexpected your reaction is, the more it will make the person rethink their actions.
"You'll know soon. Now unless you want your little sister thrown out of the window by the men who are with her upstairs, you'll get in the car with me and not make a single sound. Understood ?"
Okay then never mind that psychology shit..
My eyes quickly glanced at the apartment window hoping to see Liz and call him out on his bullshit but, the curtains were drawn. I had just opened them before heading downstairs. Oh god.. This wasn't any bullshit.
"What do you want from me ?"
"Was I not clear enough when I said that you won't make a single sound, or she dies ? Hm ?" He asked, whispering, and walking closer to me.
"Now come on little girl. In the car you go. We gotta have a little chat"
"But-"
"This is your last warning. Your voice is starting to piss me off"
I kept my mouth shut and got into the car as he got in from the other side.
"Now, Ella. I heard you're new in town and recently started uni. Right ?"
"Is that what you had me kidn*pped for ? A chat ?"
He sighed before looking back at me.
"I also heard that you befriended the Salvatores and their acquaintances"
"The Salvatores ?" I asked confused.
"Mhm.. you see little girl. When I was younger my father got killed. I was just a little kid back then and didn't know much. When I grew up I learned that it was a hit by the mafia. You know who ordered the hit? Elijah Black. You know who Elijah Black is? Your boyfriends father"
"I'm sorry what the hell are you talking about...?"
"Don't play stupid right now. The people you have been hanging out with for the past month are killers since way back. They were born with blood on their hands. Now you either help me avenge my dead dad or you are a part of them that I have to stop in order to avenge him myself"
Yeah right…
This has to be some sick dream.. right ? I mean I must have been overthinking the whole Keven comment about killing from last night... right ?
I slightly bit my cheek hoping to wake up, but once I almost jumped in pain with the same man in front of me I was starting to fear that this was not a dream.
Are you actually kidding me ? Did I just escape from crime and death to end up with killers..?!
There's no way though.. I mean Kayla.. Keven.. Haiden, Andrea and.. Nik ?! They can't be what he says they are.
"Why should I believe you ?" I asked.
"This was expected. I'm glad you ask to be honest, there you go" he said handing over a whole file filled with papers.
"What's this ?" I ask.
"Evidence. To why you should believe me"
I opened the file and skimmed though some of the papers.
'Elijah Black in jail once again' one headline read.
'Stockholm gala shooting, same dates that Alexandra Salvatore and Elijah Black visited the country along with parts of the Russian mafia' another note said.
No.. this cannot be real.
"If these are true, why can't you take them to court ?"
"What do you think sweetheart? I'm no Angel myself. I got these using some methods that court wouldn't.. approve of."
“Well then what makes you different from them? Why don’t I work for them against you?”
“Because they are going to kill me and you if you do so. If they know that we know then they will have no mercy. With me however I won’t. I will help you, get you what your little heart desires and make sure you survive.”
"How do I know I can trust you ? How do I know that you aren't going to kill my sister the second you want? Liz is barley starting to recognize her surroundings, she’s seven-” he cut me off.
“Liz Joseph, seven years old born May the 5th. Goes to the school near the train station, you drop her off before being picked up by your boyfriend and his friends from the coffee shop downtown… any details I missed?”
Holy s**t… I took a deep breath hoping that this is just a bad dream, a very bad dream that will end soon. Come on.. in three, two one..
Oh f**k I am still here. s**t, s**t s**t.
“You haven’t answered my question”
"You don't. You just need to have faith and a s**t ton of good intentions. As long as you are being honest with me then I can promise you the same. I keep my word"
"Why? Why me?"
"Well let's see.. girl with killed parents, taking care of her little sister so a very vulnerable and easy manipulated target. Got close to their kids, closer than any of our people have ever managed... yeah I guess we just picked at random" he joked, but with a dead straight face.
"Now, remember. No one here is forcing you to do anything. You have a choice. You could decline, get out of the car, and walk away. The. You are free to go. However the second my men see you without me calling first, they have permission to throw your precious little Liz out of the window and make it look like an accident. In that case no justice will be brought to her, just like in my father’s case. Or you could be ever so kind, accept and then I would make one simple call to my men telling them we have a keeper and then they would leave your sister and you could go back and hug her for another time. As I said, the choice is totally yours, for now"
"You're a sick f*****g bastard you know that ?"
"Ouch.. at least I'm not the only one. So is your boyfriend darling, so is your boyfriend"
God how I wanted to get out and slam the door in his face but knowing the consequences I barely moved a muscle. I instead took a deep breath, looked at the window to where curtains were now drawn closed and then looked back at the man.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked
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