Saved By The Masked Mafia Wolf

CHAPTER 4

A week had passed since Amelia's urgent visit, her words still seared into my mind: "Run, Audrey. RUN! You have to run as far as you can!.”

Since that day, my routine had been dictated by this masked man. Every morning, the maid would arrive at my door, her voice hesitant. "Time for your lessons, Miss."

I'd follow her to the shooting range or to my self defense trainings, where Adam would await, his masked face imposing. His instructions were always crisp, his tone leaving no room for disobedience. Although he had been nothing but kind to me ever since.

Today was no exception.

I stood in the shooting range, Adam's voice cutting through the silence. "Raise your hands, spread your feet, focus on the target."

His eyes, cold and unyielding, bore into me. I shivered, despite the warmth.

My mind began to wander, escape plans swirling. How could I get away from this place.

His voice snapped me back to reality. "Grip the pistol firmly. Don't hesitate."

I forced myself to comply, my thoughts consumed by freedom. Desperate!

Or could Amelia be wrong?

"You're not focusing. Try again." He hissed.

I re-aimed the pistol, my hands trembling slightly. His presence was suffocating. I could feel the rising and dropping of his chest as he stood behind me.

"Steady now," he ordered, his voice devoid of empathy.

My gaze drifted toward the door, calculating the distance. One week of training, and I still hadn't found the perfect escape opportunity. Neither had I gotten the perfect shot.

His voice cut through my thoughts. "Fire!"

I hesitated, then squeezed the trigger. The pistol recoiled in my hand.

"Not bad," He said, examining the target. "That's enough for today."

“Thanks.. thank you..” I stuttered. Realizing I didn’t even know his name!

He took the pistol from my hand, his touch brief but unsettling.

"Rest, We'll continue tomorrow."

I nodded, relief washing over me.

As he turned to leave, his phone rang. He answered, with voice low and guarded. It sounded like an emergency.

I watched him, my mind racing. Tomorrow. I had to escape before tomorrow.

A relieved sigh escaped my lips.

With hurry, I entered my room, shutting the door behind me. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, and I answered immediately, seeing Aunt Sarah's name on the screen.

"Audrey!! Audrey dear, I've arranged for someone to help you," she said, her voice warm and reassuring. "Get to the main highway, just keep running till you find a describable landmark. I’ll always be at the other end of the phone.”

Relief washed over me. I had found her contact on i********:, and she had swiftly responded. My mother's sister, Aunt Sarah, was my only hope.

"Be careful, Audrey," she cautioned. "Don't trust anyone else. Just get out of there as soon as you can."

She sounded worried because my location was untraceable at the moment. I had no ideas the phone was a burner phone!

"I won't, Aunt Sarah. Thank you," I said, tears of gratitude welling up.

As I sat on my bed, the commotion outside escalated. Cars revved their engines, tires screeching as they maneuvered into position. Men shouted, their voices urgent: "Come on, come on! Let's go, let's go!" The sound of chopper blades sliced through the air, whirring to life with a rhythmic "Whoop-whoop-whoop." The roar grew louder, vibrating through my room.

I remembered Amelia telling me they were going to Atlanta anytime soon to attend to a consignment. With haste, I stepped out of my room and into the hallway, where I unexpectedly met Emma, the maid. My breath caught in my throat.

She informed me of her parents who were critically sick and she’ll be going to visit them in few hours time.

A wave of excitement washed over me. Being alone would make my escape so much easier.

As Emma hurried away, I returned to my room, my heart racing with anticipation.

I sat down on the bed, taking a deep breath. The silence enveloped me, a stark contrast to the chaos outside.

I leaned back, eyes scanning the room. Freedom was within reach.

A few minutes later, I heard someone approaching. The person knocked gently on my door, and I quickly settled into a pretend sleep, closing my eyes and regulating my breathing. The door creaked open, and the footsteps approached my bed.

"Audrey,"

It was him.

“Audrey?..” he whispered the second time, his voice low and cautious.

I remained still, feigning deep sleep.

He placed a glass of water on my nightstand, the soft clink echoing through the room. Suddenly, his fingers grazed my hair, softly stroking it.

“Bellasimo…”

After a moment of seeing I wasn’t responsive, he backed away, footsteps retreating from the room.

The door clicked shut, and I waited, holding my breath until I heard the distant sound of the chopper finally lifting off.

I opened my eyes, exhaling slowly.

He was gone.

Now was my big chance.

I sprang out of bed, my heart racing with anticipation. Where was my phone? I scanned the room frantically, my eyes scouring every inch. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I tossed aside pillows and rummaged through drawers. But it was nowhere to be found.

Panic set in, my breath quickening. Without my phone, my escape plan was doomed.

Exhaustion suddenly overwhelmed me, my legs trembling. I collapsed onto the bed, deciding to rest for a few minutes.

My gaze fell on the glass of water he had left. I reached for it. As I drank, a strange haze crept over me.

My vision began to blur, colors bleeding together. The room spun, and I felt myself sinking into the mattress.

My eyelids drooped, heavy as lead. I tried to fight it, but my body betrayed me.

The last thing I remembered was the sound of my own heartbeat, slowing to a distant thud.

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I jolted awake at midnight, disoriented and groggy. How long had I slept? Panic set in as memories flooded back.

My phone! Where was it?

I frantically searched the room, tossing aside blankets and pillows, constantly peeping out the window and scanning the hallway for any sign of movement.

What if he came back?

What if Emma returned early?

After what felt like an eternity, my fingers closed around my phone.

“Found it!”

Relief washed over me as I checked the time: 12:04 AM.

The house was awkwardly calm. No choppers, no cars, no voices.

I slipped out of my room, phone clutched tightly in my hand, and crept down the hallway.

Every creaking floorboard made me jump.

As I stepped out of the mansion, freedom beckoned. Yet, doubts swirled in my mind.

Was this really the best option? What lay ahead, beyond these gates.

I quickened her pace, my eyes fixed on the exit. The lonely road stretched before her, a path to uncertainty.

Reaching the gate, I halted. Taking one last look at the estate that had housed and sheltered her for two weeks. My gaze swept across the dark silhouette of the mansion.

Then, all of a sudden my eyes drifted upward, locking onto a figure in a large window. Hands shoved deep into pockets, standing motionless, watching me.

It was him.

His dark form stood out against the faint moonlight filtering through the window.

The floodlight above the gate flickered.

And just like The titanic, My heart.. sank.