Chapter 50: Chapter 50

Money is the devils lure.

~Ever~

My head was hanging low and this brought memories of Vincenzo ways of capturing me. I looked up and of course he was standing in front of me smiling.

"You're a coward." I hissed.

He raised an eyebrow, "How am I a coward love?" He smirked.

"Why use me to get to Vincenzo."

"Because I never seen him take a woman in and then love her."

"He doesn't love me." That hurt saying it.

"That's all bullshit you're saying, and you know it." He took a step forward and smiled down at me. I was rubbing my hands together behind me to see if I can at least get out. But they were tightly wrapped together and the rope wasn't smooth like Vincenzo placed me in. This rope was rough and had hair that was inching and rubbing my wrist raw.

"So What are you going to do now. Break my other leg?" I said narrowing my eyes up at him. He shook his head and placed his hand on my cheek but I flinched away.

"Don't touch me." I hissed.

"I wouldn't dare to touch your other leg. I think shooting your leg is more reasonable don't you say?" I looked back towards him with fear.

"What-" I saw his hand go towards his waist band and I freaked out. I pushed the chair back and leaned back at the same time, so causing it to tilt backwards causing my head to meet the cold floor.

I squeezed my eyes tight when my head started to throb but I was telling myself to not think about that, think about how your leg is about to be shot. "Don't. Vlad, don't!" I was trying to move to my side because I have my hands underneath the chair which are squishing them badly.

"Relax. I wasn't getting a gun because I don't have one on me. I was calling someone to come in." I tried to look up towards him but when I lifted my head all I can see were my knees.

"Come." I heard him say and then a few moments later I heard the door open and shoes walking in. My heart was racing because I didn't know who it was. Was he another guy to hurt me too? We're they going to torture me together? Thoughts kept racing through my mind and I started to squirm around while tears flooded my eyes.

"You had your game of hiding Vlad. Don't make me another one of your games. Please." I pleaded.

He laughed, "I wasn't even hiding hard. I was simply under your mans nose, he just chose not to look closer." He came to the side of me and bent down and picked up the chair, and the person who was standing in front of me felt like I've been punched in the stomach.

"Ricardo?"

Vlads hand curled around the back of my neck and I felt his warm breath fanning my neck. I tried to lift my shoulder up to block him away but his other hand pushed it down, "oh what money can do to a mans thoughts." He whispered in my ear.

Ricardo looked towards Vlad, "I did the thing, and you said you won't lay a finger on her. So don't." He said in a awful tone.

"I never said that." He said with humor in his words. His head moved away from my neck but he was still standing behind me with his hand wrapped tightly around the back of my neck. "I said I'll give you ten thousand if you don't lay a hand on her. Not me. I-"he tighten his hold even stronger. I flinched and tried to move away but his hand was clamping so hard that I cried out in pain and tried to wiggle the chair to get out of his grip, but he liked hearing me cry in agony. All these men do.

What do you expect.

They're mafia men.

They love the sounds of pain and cry's of begging of mercy.

"-wouldn't lay a finger on her." He let go of my neck and it throbbed. I let my head hang low and my hands were struggling to wrap around my neck and release some of the pain but all I was doing was rubbing my skin off.

Ricardo tried to take a step forward but my chair got pulled back causing a loud screech to echo through out of the room. "I'll have one of my men pay you in cash on your way out. Thank you for your service, I'm sure Vincenzo would gladly have a hitman set on you when he finds out what you've done." He said in a playful manner.

I looked up to Ricardo and he's staring at me. I felt betrayed. I felt hurt. I was worth ten thousand dollars for him? My safety and my life was worth cash to him, and he gladly took it.

"I hope he finds you instead." I whispered harshly towards him.

"Mai-"

Vlads laugh interrupts him, "I'm done having you here. Leave with cash, or you won't have anything as you walk out of here."

Ricardo looks at him but then back at me. I see his mind working and he then looks at Vald and I see his hand go towards the inside of his suit jacket but I felt something cold press against my temple.

Cries is what comes from me. Because I already know what it is that is pressed against me. The cold barrel is pressed harshly against my temple and I'm afraid that this might be last few moments of me living. "I think you should walk out of here with that cash before you watch blood go on that nice suit of yours." Vlad said in a dark tone. I closed my eyes tight, I didn't want to even look at Ricardo. I didn't even want to remember him. My focus was the gun pressed against me, that's it.

I heard his footsteps stutter, but I heard them fade away, then the door opening and then closing. And that's when I broke out in a sob. "Oh shut up. He was always a dumb man, I'm surprised he's even alive." He said as he gun lowered from my head. I sighed in relief and tried to call myself down.

I heard him walk around me and I opened my eyes with him in front of me smiling down at me. "Okay, now for the fun." He rolled up his sleeves and placed the gun behind his back and I'm guessing in his back pocket or the back of his waste band.

"I thought you said you didn't have a gun." I said I sucked in a deep breath.

"Never trust a mafia man." He winked.

"Anyway, I'm tired of waiting so, I'm just going to do little changes, send a picture with the location and get ready for the show. So," he walked towards me and I pushed the chair back but he lunged forward and grabbed the seat and pulled me back but I kicked my legs out, hitting in the place where every man is weak. He groans and then let's go of the seat and I continue to scoot back.

"Don't fûckin touch me." I hiss, but as I was scooting back I didn't know how close I was to the wall, so the chair slammed against it causing my head to hit hard.

"A woman can be touched no matter if she doesn't like it not." He hisses at me as he straightens up and takes a deep breath as his face was somewhat red.

"Fûck you!"

He walks towards me again and this time I have no where to go, but it's not going to stop me from kicking him again. "Let me just get a picture okay Mai?" He says with a sly smile. I shake my head but he still walks towards me and once he's in front of me I was about to kick him but his hand went to his back and my eyes grew wide.

"No wait!-" but of course who would listen to me. He pulled out his gun and aimed it at my leg and shot. The gun shot echoed throughout the room but not as loud as my scream. Pain shot trough my right thigh, as I continued to scream in agony. Then I heard another gun shot fire. Pain shot through my left thigh, and I screamed so loud I couldn't hear the echo of the gun.

Pain was all I felt. My mind and my body was screaming in pain and right there, death seemed the easiest way out.

"Now. You can't kick me anymore, let me just-" my sobs were loud so I couldn't hear him walk closer to me, but when I felt his hand grab my shirt I opened my eyes. I was still in Vincenzo button up so he easily pulled apart the shirt, causing the buttons to fly, showing my bare chest to him.

I cried in pain but I cried because I didn't know what else he was going to do.

His eyes were snake eyes to me but he still had that sly smile on. He pulled out his phone and took a picture of me since the flash went off. "See, you could've done that at first and your legs wouldn't be bleeding and in pain. But I guess you learn from your mistakes." He laughs as he looks at his phone the whole time as his thumbs type away. "So, I sent the address and the picture, now just the waiting game." He said as he looked towards me while he placed his phone in his pocket.

"What should we do?" He smirked.