20- Hide and Seek

Isabella

“It’s very nice to meet you sirs” I say softly to the nice men who were giving me a ride back into the city.

Nodding, the man continued to drive, my gaze moving to look out the window. The adrenaline now wearing off. My muscles sore, along with every scrape, scratch, bruise, you name it, just screamed. My exhaustion slowly hitting me like a ton of bricks as I suddenly realized I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. And that was maybe 2 days ago. It was no wonder I was tired.

“Here, drink this,” chimes Angelo, handing me a sealed bottle of water. “You look like you could use it more”.

With a quick mutter thanks, I gently take the bottle. Taking a few sips before chugging. The water helping to quench my thirst.

Hearing chuckles from the group of men, I can’t help but blush, feeling a little embarrassed as I move to wipe my mouth with the back of my hand before returning to the look out the window.

The ride to the city is quiet. The men were each trying to make small talk only to realize I was too exhausted to try and keep up, and so stopped and let me rest.

At some point, I must have dozed off because I suddenly felt shaking to my leg and someone calling my name when I managed to register my surroundings. Noticing that we were back inside the city. Asking where they could drop me off, I move to give them directions to my parents house.

30 minutes later, we arrived just outside my parents home. Helping me from the car, I moved to thank them. Although as I did I couldn’t help think of where I heard the voices from. But, before I could ask, do they get back into the car before speeding away.

Well, that was odd.

Not wanting to waste anymore time, I move to enter the house. Hoping not to wake my parents as I move towards my bedroom. My bedroom not even half the size of my fiance's room. Quickly, I move to throw off my clothes before placing them inside of the hamper before jumping into my bathroom shower, scrubbing off all the dirt from my hair, while making sure to clean my wounds with soap.

Once done, I gently move to apply ointment to all my scraps as well as bandage any of the bigger cuts including my knee. My knee being one of the bad ones, but luckily no longer bleeding. Bruising still all over my skin.

Moving to dress, I quickly throw on another pair of black leggings, a red bra and pantie and a cozy cable knit sweater in the color cream before moving to pack a bag. Making sure to grab any and all things important like keys, documents, and cash before moving to slip on my shoes. Knowing I needed to leave until things died down, I moved to grab my car. My baby, the one my father had bought for me on my birthday.

Making sure not to touch anything else, I move to head for the garage only to be stopped by a voice. “Tesoro? (Treasure) Is that you?” calls my mother, making me freeze.

“Mother?” I whisper. Turning to look at her. Tears evident on her face. “Oh honey. I was so worried about you” cries mom.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stay gone. Things just kinda happened” I tell her, not wanting to get her involved just in case they came looking for me.

“I know” says mom. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell a soul. Now go”.

Smiling, I carefully give her a kiss before exiting the house. The sun slowly peeked up over the horizon. Approaching the garage I spot my baby, hoping that there would be at least one place I could be safe. At least for a few hours anyways.

Jumping in, I move to turn on the car before racing off. Preparing myself for the verbal thrashing I would soon receive as I approached the building. The place where I ran into Grant. Double checking for big scary suvs I quickly dash inside.

Running for the elevators, I move to press the button before entering it. Hitting the button for the 10th floor. Unaware that someone had seen me and was now making a call.

Once the elevator dings, I move to rush for the familiar door before knocking.

“Isabella?”

“Hey. Can I come in? Please?”

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Lucus

WHAM!

A harsh impact of palms as I move to hit my desk. The sound echoing across the room. My anger rushing through my veins to the highest degree.

“What. Did. You. Say?” I enunciate. Venom leaking from my lips as I speak each word clearly yet slowly. "What. Do. You. Mean. She's. Gone?"

My guards who stood before me now visibly scared, their heads bowed. Damn right they should be. Everyone should be scared of me right about now.

“Well? SPEAK!” I yell. Damn Fools. They should learn to fear me. Fear had an addicting smell when served. And someone was about to lose their head, literally.

Out of four men present, only one steps forward. Head bowed as his voice speaks, barely above a whisper. “Sh-She got over the fence, Sir. We-We can’t find any-any more leads”.

Astounding. No speechless. Our little Principessa (Princess) actually managed to find a way out of our compound. She actually escaped. Definitely impressed. Furious. But I was impressed.

And now, I’m left with directing out my anger at these motherfuckers. The ones who let her escape in the first fucking place.

“Now then,” I say calmly, swiping my tongue against my inner cheek before running it along my upper teeth. “How do you suppose she escaped over the fence?” I question, crossing my arms over my chest.

“She-She climbed-” says one of the fucking idiots before I move to cut him off. “NO… It’s because you fuckers let her leave the fucking house. Had you done your job correctly in the first fucking place we wouldn’t be here now would we?” I scream, turning my back to them in hopes of calming down, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“We-were sorry, Si-Sir” stutters another one softly. Pausing, I hear it. A sound I detest with a passion. Sniffling. Are these grown ass men crying? Oh for fuck sake!

Grow some balls!

Without waiting for another word, I move to look at them. Four men who were supposed to be men before grabbing my favorite handgun. My Springfield 1911 right off my desk before letting go. Shooting three of the four right in the head. Pop. Pop. Pop.

With one left standing, eyes closed and shaking he slowly realizes I’ve yet to shoot him. Looking at me hopeful I only cock my head, eyebrow raised before smiling darkly. True fear settling in. Raising my gun, I move to shoot him as well. Pop.

Mmm. I loved the smell of fear. Makes my dick twitch. Yet, I don’t have time to satiate that hunger just yet.

Hitting the buzzer on my desk, another one of my loyal guards entered. Edward. Removing my jacket from my chair I move to head out. Pausing, I move to look at him. “Have this shit cleaned up”.

Nodding, he moves to do just that. Heading for Tony’s home office it’s hard to believe that it’s been nearly 36 hours since Isabella left the compound. As Tony manages to call in his favorite team, they work nonstop, in hopes of tracking her down.

As I move to enter the room, the sound of contestant typing hits my ears. Large desks filled with monitors along with men and women as they sit effortlessly at those desks, their eyes fixed on the screens in front of them. Looking at the other end of the room, I manage to find Alex and Grant. Both hovering around a larger desk and chair. Quietly conversating with one another as I move to approach them.

Stepping next to Grant,I move to give him a wicked smile, one that he wholeheartedly returns. Tony furiously typing away at this computer. His nerd mode in full swing. His face watching the monitors in front of him.

“What's the story T?” I ask, cautiously. Knowing that when Tony was in his element, it was best you didn’t disturb him. Grunting, I move to stay silent. Watching. Letting Ghost do his job.

Just as I’m about to turn around and leave, Tony practically screams. “YEAH BITCH!”

Drawing my attention as well as everyone else’s, we all turn to look at our best friend.

“Tony?” I caution.

Taking a moment, he moves to quickly stand while sporting the most sadistic smile ever. One that only Alex was capable of wearing before saying those three little words.

“I found her!”