Chapter 66: Don't Touch Her

Chapter 66: Don't Touch Her

Abigail

I didn't break my promise to Luciano, I never left the car, not when twenty minutes had gone by and not thirty minutes either. Even though my anxiety was eating me up from the inside and out. None of them had exited the door and no movement was seen outside the building. Only me alone in one of his vehicles.

That was until I caught sight of four armed men walking by the wall. I didn't recognize any of them, they had to be part of The Black Lotus Mafia. Apart from Luciano's men, they were snagged and wore shades. Two of them wore some kind of ski mask, covering their whole faces. I tried to lower down into my seat, trying not to be seen and I failed miserably. I accidentally bumped my knee on the glove compartment which made a sound loud enough for them to turn their heads towards me. I saw their mouths move and soon they began moving towards the car. My heart sped up and I started panicking. What the hell do I do?

Maybe my decision was stupid but it was the best plan I could come up with. I hurriedly opened the door and hopped out and they started shooting at me, quickening their steps. I had a weapon in my hand but not on the side of my dress. It was another, a bigger one. When I held it up towards them, they slowed down and they seemed to hesitate for a moment, glancing at each other. But then they all brought out guns that they apparently had kept behind their backs, out of my vision. I am screwed. I didn't back down though, even if I was getting more nervous. They mumbled something to each other, but not loud enough for me to catch the words. In one fast motion, one of them jumped forward and ripped the gun out of my hands, I didn't even have time to fight them.

He threw it behind him on the ground and then grinned at me. My eyes darted between the large men, trying to figure out what to do next. Now would be a good time for Luciano and his men to show up but of course, luck wasn't on my side. The second I took a step back, the man closest to me grabbed me roughly and turned me around, pulling me to his front. I swore at them in my dialect as I squirmed in his painful grip and they only chuckled. The man standing behind me, holding my arms, pushes my front against the car with his own body weight. They talked in serious tones amongst themselves, speaking what must be the same foreign language Luciano used to speak. The three others stood close beside me as the one who held me started groping my ass. I jerked and tried to get out of his grip, it was no luck. They hadn't found my gun yet and if I was lucky, they wouldn't.

“Let me go!” I gritted at him.

“You better watch your mouth before I put a gun between your lips.” He said firmly, his mouth right by my ear. He had a thick accent and the feeling of his breath on my skin gave me a disgusted shiver.

“Go fúck yourself.” I mumbled.

I turned my head, trying to see what he looked like but couldn't see shit, only one of them who stood beside me. He was wearing a mask that covered his mouth and the shades didn't allow me to even get a glimpse of his eyes. They chuckled when they heard my words and he tightened the grip on my wrist. I couldn't help but whimper at the pain. I saw the mask man talk quietly into some kind of walkie talkie, were they calling for backup? Was this how I was going to die? In a parking lot in a shitty forest, alone? No fucking way.

All of a sudden the one who held me started leading me towards the building, the other me following closely. I could have reached for my gun but the man still held my arms behind my back as he pushed me into the building. We walked up some stairs, which I stumbled onto and then reached what I guessed was the warehouse itself. It had an extremely high ceiling, not a single window and on the floor, there were tall shelves stacked with big white packages. When we turned a corner, I saw five men standing with their backs to me and when we came closer, I saw Luciano standing opposite them with some of his men behind me. His expression looked calm yet with a touch of irritation and when he heard us, his eyes darted to mine. He still kept his relaxed stance as I was pushed towards the man who stood with his back to me. The man's rough force almost caused me to bump into him, I tried to take a step back but the unknown man's men surrounded me, keeping me in place.

I was relieved to see that nothing had happened yet, most importantly that Luciano was okay. Not that I really had any reason to worry, he is the most feared and powerful mafia boss in the world which was why every single cartel wanted to be on the good side. Oliver and Dale said that people called him the devil's creation. I don't know what he had done to earn that reputation but I could guess it was ugly. I had never seen that side of Luciano, he had surely kept that from me or it was just a rumor. The man in front of me turned around and immediately met my eyes. This had to be Carlos's brother, their new leader and I believed his name was Metteo Santana. They had the same light brown hair color, the same eyes and the same proud expression. His eyes moved down my body, taking in every centimeters of it. His smirk turned into an evil grin when his eyes set on mine. I never broke our stars, showing him that he didn't frighten me. He took a step closer, towering above me slightly.

“Abigail Laurent.” He said my name slowly as if he was tasting it on his tongue.

“You look more stunning than I thought, maybe I will just have to keep you for myself.” He said, lifting one hand to graze his fingers crossed my cheek.

I jerked back at his touch and darted my eyes to Luciano who stood behind him and I could sense him getting furious at his gesture. His fists clenched at his sides and he took a step forward.

“Don't fucking touch her!” He demanded.

As soon as the words erupted from his mouth, something in Metteo seemed to have snapped. In a brisk manner, he turned to Luciano and cocked his gun, aiming right at his forehead and Luciano didn't even flinch. His stance was tense but not frightening. This didn't seem like the first time someone had pointed a gun at his head, threatening his life. But I won't let him be harmed, not under my watch.