Kidnapped a Don for Christmas

We are stuck for now.

Elysandre's POV

"You don't look too bad as a grandpa. However, I think you may look like your father. We will have to do a better job. Wait, I'm going to get my grandfather's glasses. I don't know what your father looks like, but maybe you look like him. If somebody comes in, you will have to sit in that chair, pretend to sleep, and I will put a blanket over you. I feel like I have kidnapped you. What if it were your family out there looking for you? Wealthy people always have bodyguards who dress in black suits. What if I am the one who keeps you away from your family? It is almost Christmas, and what if you have a wife and children at home waiting for you?" I ask.

"Woman, you did a hell of a job. I must say your makeup skills are much better than your cooking skills. We don't know if I have a family and we don't know if I have a family that is looking for me. Those guys in the black suits might have well been my enemies. The ones who shot at me, so I don't know. Maybe you did kidnap me, I don't know. I think if you could dump me, you would have asked my family for a ransom. However, I don't know you, and I don't even know if I can trust you. Who says you are not the one who shot me?" Charlie asks. His eyes narrow as he looks at me suspiciously. He was staring at himself in the mirror. He looks away from me again and puts my grandfather's glasses on, which I have handed over to him. He blinks a few times. I don't think he can see too well with those glasses on. He takes it off and puts it in the pocket of the pajamas my grandfather used to wear during Christmas time.

"What the hell do I look like? Somebody who can shoot a gun? I never even held a gun before until I had to hold yours, and it felt like it was burning me. You know what? You are ungrateful. I am trying to protect your life here. Besides, if I wanted to kill you, I would have poisoned the soup, not that you would have eaten it because it was really salty. Anyway, I would have killed you in another way. I do not like guns. I think poison would have been my way of killing you. I don't even know who your family is. All I know is that your surname is Falco. Maybe I must look it up on the Internet," I say as I walk over to my phone.

It is funny, there are not a lot of missed calls like previously. I feel my heart drop into my shoes. I have no reception. It means the towers are down. It must be because of this snowstorm. We are totally cut off from the world unless I go into town, and maybe they will have cell phone reception. The small town is called Winter Hollow, and I don't think that it will have any reception if I don't have cell phone reception here because the town is not far from the cabin. Besides, I don't feel like going to town again. I do not want to run into those men with the black suits again. I don't know if I'll be able to lie to them again. It has started snowing again. It is snowing heavily, and I do not know when the snowstorm will end. However, on the one hand, I am glad because the guys in the black suits will not be able to continue this search. At least we are safe for now.

"Oh, great. It looks like we are cut off from the world. We do not have any reception, and that is why I don't have any misfles. I don't believe my parents or my ex-fiancé, or even my sister, can get a hold of me. I cannot even go on the Internet. If only I could look up your family and see where I can contact them. At least we have a surname and a name, Don Falco. I don't know much about the wealthy people in town because our firm is doing okay, but we are not mingling with the wealthiest families in town. Besides, I'm always working, and I do not really have time to be on social media, and I hate the newspapers. I only read the financial parts of the newspapers and magazines. If it were my sister, I bet she would have known who you were. Now you are stuck with the one who does not know the wealthy people in town and all the celebrities. I have a feeling that you are well-known in this city. I mean, who won't want to know? You look at you, even looking like an old man, you look like a Greek God." Oops, did I just say that out loud? I did not mean to say that out loud.

"Do you think I look like a Greek God? Well, I need some more of those pain pills. My shoulder is killing me. We also have to make other food. We cannot eat the ocean tonight. Let me help you. I feel like I know how to make Italian food. I just hope you have a lot of ingredients. Why the hell did you want to make soup anyway? Who likes soup? Soup is not even filling," Charlie says.

"Well, Grandpa, you are old, and you need some soup to make you strong," I say. I remember something I had to do. I have to get rid of his clothes. I have to put it in the fireplace and set it alive. I cannot let the guys in if they get to my cabin eventually, because I have a feeling they will show up here, find this suit with blood on it. What if they are from the FBI and they think I have murdered him? Because how am I going to prove that grandpa over here is Don Falco? I am just getting myself deeper and deeper into trouble.

"What are you doing with my clothes?" Charlie asks.

"We will have to burn it. If those guys show up here and they are from the FBI, they are going to think I murdered you. How am I going to explain why you look like a grandpa all of a sudden? Perhaps I will even think that I kidnapped you for a ransom, as you said. Why did I get myself into all of this trouble?" I say. I first go through the suit pockets. There is nothing inside it. I throw the jacket in the fire. Luckily, my grandfather was a big man like him, so my grandfather's clothes fit him. As I am about to throw the pants in the fire, and feel something inside the pocket. Oh great, it is his cellphone. However, it is not switching on. Maybe the battery is low. I do have a cellphone charger, and we still have power. As I'm about to say that the power goes off. Oh f**k, just my luck!