Kidapped by the Mafia

ONE

I woke up to a dark world.

A dark and patchy world. My head was woozy and my limbs felt incredibly weak.

With a soft groan I tried to move. I realized with a jolt that a bag was on my head. My breathes beat against the material and back onto my face. Panic shook me. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t breathe.

I struggled to remember all my therapist taught me. Deep breathes. Counting from one to twenty and then back again, because for some reason the number ten made me really anxious.

One, two three, four five six…

I went on and on till I had counted up to twenty eleven times. By then my breathing was somewhat regulated and my head didn’t feel

as woozy.

I still needed the bag off to breathe better, so I tried moving my arms, tried pulling the bag on my head off, only to realize that my arms were bound together. My fingers wriggled around together and felt at my binds. A hard prickly rope that dug into the veins at my wrists.

I tried to calm myself. I needed to think, to evaluate.

I remembered that I was sitting at the sidewalk when I had been put to sleep. I wondered if someone had perhaps come to find me and seen me there. Maybe they had taken to a safe place where I could cry all I wanted.

A soft sob wracked my body. Who was I fooling? I was kidn*pped. Freaking kidn*pped. My sister and the man that I was in love with getting married, me getting kidn*pped, could my day possibly get any worse? If my hands were free I would’ve face palmed at the dumb question.

I forced myself to calm down. I needed to remember all that I had watched on Crime programs. Allan was obsessed with them and I’d watched enough of them. Hopefully they were realistic and not just drama.

I needed to know where I was, so I tried my best to ignore the sound of my pounding heart and listen. I heard the faint sound of cars and bikes. My body was constantly wobbling from side to side. I realized that we were still on the road. They were taking me somewhere.

I tried to breathe softly. I wasn’t sure where I was, so I tried to assess the position I was in. I was lying on my side, my cheek against a hard yet rough surface. I tried turning around and realized I was in a small boot. The boot of a car.

Okay, so apparently I was in the boot of this kidnapper’s car. I was in the boot of a car bound at my arms so I couldn’t try to escape. I tried to imagine what I could do in this impossible situation.

After a few minutes of thinking, I realized with a jolt of fear that everything was silent except for the sound of the car tires. We were on a deserted road. Each bump and jiggle sent little waves of pain through my body. It was the most uncomfortable place that I had ever been in.

I stayed silent, my heart beating my in head as we kept going and going. After a lot of curves and turns and what seemed like hours, we slowed to a stop.

A door opened and slammed shut. I immediately went limp, pretending to be sleeping. Sure enough, seconds later the boot opened with a whoosh and the rush of cold air stung my bare arms.

There was a moment of silence, and then hard arms reached under my legs and behind my back. I softly gasped as he lifted me in the air and out of the boot.

Thankfully, he didn’t seem to have heard my gasp because he just turned and began walking. We walked for a long time, his arms digging into the underside of my thighs and my back.

Just as I started getting sleepy from the rocking motion of being carried, he paused and knocked on a door. I didn’t hear anything, but apparently he did because he pushed open the door and stepped in.

“Sir, I have the girl.”

The sound of his voice surprised me so much that I flinched.

I immediately went stiff. Please don’t know I’m wake! Please don’t know I’m awake!

“And she seems to be awake.” He added.

My cover had been blown. With the knowledge of this, I started wriggling and struggling in his arms. “Let me go!!”

At first he held me even tighter and I heard him growl, but then-

“Let her down.”

Another voice, this one deeper and rougher than the first.

For some reason the man holding me decided to completely listen this time. He roughly lowered me to my feet and I had to hold onto his arm not to fall. My legs were wobbly from the time spent curled up and idle in the car.

Once I gained my standing, I put on my big girl pants. “Excuse me, I don’t know what is going on here but I promise you that everything will be forgotten if you just let me go. Just let me go and-“

“Ariadne… It’s good to finally have you here.” The second man said.

I faltered. There went my theory of it being a random kidnap. If this guy knew my name, then this was anything but.

“Look I don’t know who you are, but I can give you whatever you want, just let me go.” I worked as an interior decorator and had a more than decent lifestyle. I’d rather start over than die. It’s funny how you think you’ve had it bad until something worse happens to you, then you’d realize that it wasn’t all that bad. Yes I was cheated on and my heart still hurt like anything, but at least I had my freedom. At least I had money. “If its money you want, I can get-“

“I have no interest in taking your money Ariadne.”

His tone sent a shiver down my spine. If not money what did he want? I wasn’t a notable personality. My parents weren’t super popular and neither were my grandparents.

I braced myself. “Well whatever you want-“

“Really?” I heard the scrape of a chair against the floor, and then soft footsteps made their way towards me.

My breathing became more labored as fear wrapped it wicked fingers around me. My breaths suffocated me as they hit the cloth material on my head and ricocheted back onto my face.

He stopped right in front of me. I waited with my harsh breaths, for him to hit me. To choke me. To kill me.

In my head, I started thinking of the life I had lived. If I could go back in time, I wondered if I would forgive my sister and Allan.

Then I wondered if they were behind it.

Could Allan be behind this? Was that even possible? The thought of him being behind it hurt more than my scarred wrists.

Did my sister send those men to kidnap and get rid of me?

We’d always had a sort of competitive air about us. Me and my sister, regardless of the two year age gap.

Competing for who had the best doll became competing for who Mom and Dad love more, who grew boobs faster, who had the best boyfriend, who had more friends…

It’d gone on and on, so many unnecessary quarrels and fights. I should’ve seen Allan coming. I should’ve known she’d pull something like that. Anything to win. I knew that she’d do anything to win but I had never imagined her stooping so low.

Now, the question was if she’d really go this far, to kidnap and kill me. I really wanted to believe that she wouldn’t.

Instead of dying a painful death as I expected, the bag was suddenly ripped off my head. I blinked against the sudden clear images of the world and the cold air stung my face.

After a series of rapid blinks, I fully opened my eyes.

A man was staring intently at me. His face was so close I could see the streaks of gold in his green irises. His eyes bored into mine intently, and then roamed all over my face. I stumbled back and into the hard chest of my kidnapper.

The man in front of me smiled and reached to touch my face. I flinched and tried to take another step back.

His smile didn’t drop. Instead, it grew even bigger. “How I’ve been waiting for this day.”

Aside from being super scared, I felt insanely creeped out. What the heck did he mean by that? The man was giving crazy man vibes.

“Please let me go.” I whispered. From all the movies I saw being vulnerable seemed to be the best idea. Pretend to be a damsel in distress and then escape without them suspecting.

He shook his head, his brown hair waving along like long grass in the wind. “I can’t. I’ve waited so long for this.”

And then before I could stop it, his hand slipped behind my head into my messed up hair, and his lips smashed against mine.