As soon as his eyes connect with mine, everything stops. Everything that I've worked so hard for, everyone that I have pushed away just so I can keep them safe has been for nothing, nada and it all comes crashing down around me.
Jensen
I've spent ages trying to break free of my restraints. Every goddamn time that I got close, I could feel this psychos eyes burning right through me. I don't know whether he could hear the frantic beat of my heart in my chest, shit, all I could hear was the thud, thud, thud as if it knew we were this close to getting the hell out of here.
Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, I felt the tension snap and my restraints no longer felt tight against my wrists. Now all I need to do is figure out a way to free my feet. That's going to be the goddamn hard part.
"Mother fucker, I'm coming for you and you better run." I think to myself. A sweet feeling of relief washes over me, because I know that one way or another, this son of a bitch is going to get what's coming to him. He might think he's big and bad right now and do this to a lot of people, but with me, the guys picked the wrong fucking dude to mess with.
So this guy says he knows Mitchell. Well, obviously not well enough. If he did, he'd sure as hell know what a fucking psycho he is and he wouldn't be wasting his time messing with him. Or if he has a death wish, then he'd wait for him somewhere else instead of playing silly boy tactics by using me as a pawn in his messed up games.
"I bet you think you're pretty smart, huh? You and that brother of yours." Dominic's voice finally breaks the silence and I get a feel of where he is in the room. "Well let me tell you something baby Blake. I'll let you in on a little secret. You two don't know shit and now your time has come. I guess you've got your precious brother to thank for your short life expectancy."
"You're telling me this, because?" My tone is flat, but really my body is pumping with adrenaline, ready to take this jerk-off down. I can feel it, shit. I can taste his fucking pain before he's even felt it. So, so close.
"I'm telling you, you smart mouthed son of a bitch, because no one fucks with me. You see, your brother fucked with my life, he fucked with my plans and I ain't the type of guy to take that shit lying down. Oh no. I've been patient enough to wait it out and now thanks to you, I'll get my sweet revenge."
"If you're so patient at waiting it out, why not wait a little bit longer? I don't know, maybe until he's actually released instead of wasting time playing the bad guy." I know I'm pissing him off, but I'm past caring. This jerk has had me tied up against my will for days, and now, real soon he's gonna get what's coming to him.
"You don't fucking get it, do you? Fuck, you really are a dumb little shit ain't you?"
Wow, this guys bat shit crazy and he's making no sense whatsoever. "I don't know the whole ins and outs of what happened between you two, but holding me here isn't going to change anything, not really."
"You'd like to think so, hey? Well let me make it clear for you, baby Blake. Your brother came into my life and stared sticking his nose in where it wasn't fucking wanted. He fucked it up and took away something precious to me in the process. Something that wasn't his to take. You understand me yet?"
A loud echo sounds all around me and I jump a little at the sudden noise. My senses are on high alert after being restricted of my sight. I'm not going to let this prick get to me. I know that's what he wants, he wants to watch me suffer. Sure, he can stand here shouting the odds and playing his pointless mind games in the dark, but I know he isn't going to do shit. If he wants Mitchell then he's going to need me - alive.
"Fuck." He roars and his voice echoes around the room. "Where the hell is he? Surely he knows by now that his perfect little brother is missing? Why the hell isn't he out there looking for you?"
"What can I tell you? I don't stick around in one place too long and Mitchell knows that. My guess is he thinks I've moved on again. Keeping me here is pointless. There's no way in hell that you're going to gain anything from this." As the words leave my dry, cracked lips, I know that me being absent from Anna's isn't going to cause any sudden alarm. I've told Anna in the past that I just up and leave at a moments notice and Minnie and Boyd know what I'm like too. So I guess it looks like it's purely down to me and me alone to get out of this place and show this jerk who he's messing with.
My eyes close instantly as a light shines bright above me. Shit it hurts. My eyes begin to water from the burn and I struggle to see anything as my eyes try to protect themselves from the brightness.
After a couple of minutes of pure agony, my eyes begin to slowly adjust and I look up into the eyes of my captor. He looks nothing like I imagined him to look like. Part of me expected him to be some big and hard looking bad guy, yet he sits before me looking like your average Joe. He's quite well built, but he's more lean than bulk. Not much to scare you away. His hair is a mousey brown and looks like it's been a hell of a while since it's been cut and his grey eyes look distant and lifeless. I think this guy tipped over the edge a long fucking time ago, past the point of no return.
"What do you really expect to gain from this, man?" I ask, eager to watch him blow now that I can see his reaction. His jaw is clenched as he looks at me and a vein is bulging at the side of his neck, threatening to burst at any given moment. All these are sure signs that this prick is about to pop and soon.
"I had a good life once. Everyone wanted to be a part of it and my business was fucking booming. I had everything to live for; a beautiful girl waiting for me when I got home. Guys used to worship the ground that I walked on. Do you even know what that's like, baby Blake?"
Do I know what that's like? If the sick fuck had asked me that a few weeks back, I would have laughed in his goddamn face and told him that being hung up on a chick was a pussy's game, but that was before I met Anna. Being away from her and not knowing what's happening outside of these four fucking walls is tearing me up inside and cutting me like a knife, and it's all this jerk-offs fault.
"She was my everything." He continues, regardless of whether I'm listening to him or not. "Sure, I had girls at my beck and call, willing to drop to their knees at the goddamn click of my fingers." He laughs. "Shit. I had girls a plenty and they didn't disappoint when it came to putting out, but it was always her that I went home to. Everything that I did, it was always for her. I built us a stable life. All she had to do was leave the business to me. I told her not to interfere, but would she listen?"
"Why are you telling me this? What's the point in small talk? Plus, I don't really wanna hear about your sleazy cock and what it's riddled with, thanks."
"I'm telling you." He smiles as he steps closer to me, until he's crouched down in front of me and in my face. "I'm telling you because your brother took all of that away from me. What is it that you're struggling to understand? I liked to keep her out of the way, to be seen when needed and not heard. It was safer for her that way. I could get on with my day to day business and there would be no unwanted fucking questions asked. Sure, Mitchell had met her a couple of times after a job or a drop off and then one night, he'd turned up while I wasn't at home and she'd begged him to take her out. She was tired of staying in the house and wanted to surprise me, or some shit like that. Well, that's what she told him anyway. I guess my head was too focused on the business that I'd never even thought that she'd think of doing something stupid like that. Women like her were supposed to stay at home and keep their man happy. A hot fucking meal on the table and to talk when spoken too. That's what I thought she was happy doing. I guess that night it was her that got the real surprise. My whole life as I knew it was changed forever. As soon as I saw Mitchell I just knew that it was down to him and he'd fucking pay. One way or another that mother fucker would pay."
"So him doing time for you wasn't enough?" I shout out and his fist connects with my jaw. The pain shoots up into my head and it takes everything that I have to keep my arms placed firmly behind me. It's a killer when my instant reaction would be to hit him back, but then my cover woul
d be blown and I'd have no chance of getting out of here; so instead I bite down and clench my teeth. I let out a groan of pure rage when I taste blood.
Son of a bitch.
"Doing time was the least he could do. He fucked up my business and he exposed it to the girl that I loved. Ain't no one gonna take that shit lying down. That little bitch whore will get what's coming to her soon. Maybe she thinks that I've forgotten about her. To hell I have. You stick by your man no matter what. If you ain't loyal to me then you're as good as fucking dead. So why keep running?"
Anna
"Come on girl, what's wrong with you. It's freezing out here." I hear Minnie's voice somewhere in the distance, even though I know she's not that far away. I'm really struggling to keep it together here. It doesn't help with Boyd looking at me like I've suddenly grown two heads.
"Huh? Sorry." I reply as Minnie pulls my door open.
"What's happening here, Anna? You look like you've just seen a ghost."
"No ghost." I laugh nervously and slowly step out of the car. I hope she doesn't catch it. The last thing I need right now is heaps of questions that I don't want to answer being thrown at me. My legs are shaking and I'm trying desperately to avoid eye contact with him.
I know he's seen me. The look of pure shock on his face told me as much and I can still feel the heat of his gaze burning into me, as if he's trying to search the depths of my soul. It takes everything that I have to stand up straight and put one foot in front of the other, but I just about manage it.
"What the hell am I supposed to do now?" I think to myself. It's not like I can make a run for it, but I don't want to walk into his trap either, because that's what it is. It has to be a trap. Why else would he be here? Maybe that's why Minnie and Boyd have been keeping a close eye on me so that I'd always be with them, ready to hand over to him or Dominic at a moments notice.
"Don't be so bloody stupid. Minnie looks just as shocked as you to see him here." I think to myself, hoping that my paranoid suspicions are as crazy as they sound.
Pull yourself together for god sake.
"Come on Anna, it's freezing out here." Minnie says while pulling herself in closer to Mitchell, but I don't allow my eyes to travel further than her waist, frightened that if I do my eyes will wander to his.
"I think I'm gonna call it a night." I say, as I rummage through my bag for the keys. "Today's kinda worn me out."
"Ha, I bet it has. Boxing and then fighting will do that to you." She laughs, completely oblivious to the torture that I'm currently experiencing. Instead, she's completely besotted by the guy stood next to her.
"Uh-huh. Maybe I'll stick to boxing next time." All I want to do is escape to my room and pretend that this isn't happening. That my past has just come crashing back into my life, with an almighty bang. This cannot be fucking happening. Not now.
"Hey, Anna." Minnie calls after me as I make my way towards the stairs. I fight against every bone in my body to instinctively turn around and continue to walk forward, ignoring Minnie because I'm petrified of what he will say or do if I turn back around.
I really want to hear a familiar voice right now. I can't ring Holly because all she'll do is waffle on about how much she needs to come back but she's not got a place to stay. Unfortunately there's not much that I can do about that right now. I think about calling my Dad, but I don't know if he'll be working and I'd hate to disturb him. The only other person on my list is Jensen and I definitely can't call him. Where the hell is he when I really need him? I silently pray that he'll come back real soon. I need him now more than I ever have before.
I wake suddenly. My room is dark and I can't see shit. I don't know what time I crashed out, only the hot salty tears streaming down my face and my whole body shaking uncontrollably, whilst almost hyperventilating into my pillows in the process.
When I left home to escape that life, I always hoped I wouldn't see any of them again. If they stayed away, then I knew I was safe. If I kept myself hidden, then I'd be safe. I've done everything that he told me to do, yet here I am. Sure, I knew there was a chance that Dominic would always come looking for me, he's not the type of guy to suddenly allow something to drop. I guess I just prayed that with me, he'd eventually give up.
One thing that I don't understand is why one of his friends, associates, or whatever he is, is currently making himself comfortable in my house. Both Minnie and Boyd seemed ecstatic to see him and I don't know why. None of them have mentioned Dominic, but then again, why would they? Panic begins to set in when I think of what he's told them, if they don't already know. My personal life is personal for a reason and I've always liked to keep it that way. Now I'm going to have to find somewhere else to stay. There's not a chance in hell that I can stay here. Not now, not while he's here. It's just not safe for me here anymore.
I lie in bed for a little longer, until I'm completely satisfied that the house is asleep for the night before I make my way downstairs to grab some milk. I tread carefully, suddenly afraid of my own shadow in my own home. I'm petrified of making any noise incase it disturbs him.
What's bothering me the most is, none of this makes any sense, none whatsoever. I know Dominic, and I know how his little games work. If he was here because of Dom then surely he would have said or done something to me by now, regardless of who was in the house. Sure, he may not have done it directly in front of Minnie and Boyd, but there's been plenty of opportunities for him to come and find me. If Dominic wants something done, then it gets done; no questions asked. Shut up and put up was his motto. One thing that my past has taught me is that Dom and his guys don't mess around when they're after someone. When they want something, they make sure they get it, no matter the cost.
"I sure as hell didn't expect to see you when I turned up here, Anna." A familiar voice calls out of the darkness.
I freeze at the sound of his voice, my whole body turning to ice. I try to speak, but I can't. My whole body is consumed by fear and I'm petrified of what could come next. Why would he wait until the house was quiet to make his move? I know now, that isn't Dominic's style.
His words suddenly register in my head and I turn slowly around to face him. If he didn't expect to see me, then what the hell is he doing here?
"Where's Jensen?" He asks, with his brows furrowed it's hard to tell what he's thinking. Is he angry, shocked?
"You know Jensen?" The words fall from my lips automatically. What does this psycho want with him? Jensen can't possibly know people like Mitchell. Sure, I knew he was a bad boy, but Dominic and his pals, that's taking it a little bit too far.
"Sure I know him. So where is he? He told me he'd be here when I arrived."
"Mitchell, I'm not prepared to sit around and play your little mind games or whatever you're trying to achieve. Let's get straight to the point shall we? What the hell are you doing here?"
"Woah Anna. Calm the fuck down. I just got out of jail and was given this address to find him, is all." He replies rather calmly.
Oh yeah, I fucking bet he was. I could kill Jensen right now. Yes, he may have bought the place, but now he's giving the address out to bloody criminals. What the hell was he even thinking? It doesn't help matters that he's disappeared off the face of the earth, just in time for Mitchell's unwelcome arrival.
Taking a step back towards the fridge, I'm unable to take my eyes from him, unsure of his next move. I need to be on my guard here.
"I'm not here to hurt you Anna. That's a promise." I watch as he holds his hands up in surrender as if to show he's genuine. "I just want to find my brother. He said he'd be here, is that too much to ask?"
"Jensen's your bother?" My mouth falls open in shock, but then it all starts to fall into place. "Oh my god. He really is your brother isn't he? That's why Minnie was so excited to see you." Fuck, fuck, fuck. So many things are whirling around in my head that I start to feel dizzy from if all.
"I haven't told Minnie anything so you don't need to look so worried." He says, while reading my min
d. "I figured you've already been through enough, plus it's not my business to discuss, is it? Hey, I'll have a drink if there's one going spare, though. It's been a while since alcohol has passed through these lips."
I throw a beer at him and go against every nerve in my body that's telling me to back the fuck up. Instead, part of me wants to know more and I warily give him the benefit of the doubt, all the while giving myself a mental pep talk. I take a seat at the table, so that I'm positioned directly in front of him and my eyes never leave his.
"So, how did you end up here?" I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.
"What can I tell you? After that night, well you know what happened." I shudder at the memory, but nod for him to continue. It's not going to do me any good allowing my mind to wander back there and I need something to make me forget. Plus, if Mitchell is in my house and he's not here for me, I want to know everything that he can possibly tell me so that I can guard myself for whatever Dominic is planning for the future. Because he will be planning. Dominic never stops.
"Well, what do you expect? Dominic being Dominic upped and left as soon as I sent you on your way. He wasn't fucking happy about it when he found out, but there was no way in hell that I was gonna just leave you there, surrounded by that."
"What happened to him?" I whisper. I can't stop myself from wanting to find out more. I'd love for Mitchell to tell me that he's rotting in a ditch somewhere, but I know that isn't going to happen. People like me don't get their happy ending and it sucks big time.
"What can I tell you? No one knows. He scarpered from the scene like the tough guy that he is, but I heard from some of his guys that he was planning to take everyone down. I've been trying to keep tabs on him since. I needed to know what he was doing and where he was, you know?"
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