Chapter 29: Cold-Blooded Murderer

< Shirley >
After having a 'me' time in the restroom, I took the elevator to the basement parking lot. It was really quiet down there as most employees had departed for the day. The only sound that echoed throughout the huge parking area was the sound of my car keys jingling.
I was fiddling with the car racing guidelines that Dylan gave me earlier to memorize. I was too engrossed in the context to even realize a presence behind me before a hand went across my waist.
My eyes widened along with a gasp that escaped my lips. The keys and papers slipped out of my hand as someone pressed their palm over my mouth, restraining me. I struggled to get released from the unknown persons' grip as another one tied my hand. However, I lacked the strength to overpower those two men.
I was dragged into a secluded corner, out of the sight of surveillance cameras. I continued squirming until I felt a sharp object under my chin. I immediately alerted myself, knowing that I was under threat of a knife. One wrong move and I was as good as dead.
"Stay quiet. The boss wants to talk to you," said one of the black clothes-wearing men. I nodded my head obediently.
The one who was holding the knife on my throat rested a phone on my ear.
"Hello, princess." Chills ran down my spine as I heard an anonymously intimidating voice, an alien voice that was created by a voice changer so that I couldn't recognize the owner of the voice. "Don't struggle too much. I won't feel hesitant to order my men to run the knife across your throat. I would love to have you, alive or dead. Therefore, be a good girl and don't even think about screaming."
As soon as my mouth was released, I asked in a low tone, beware not to raise my voice and die right there, "Who the hell are you?"
"The person who loves you more than anyone in this world," came the creepy reply from Mr. Creepy Stalker. It could be no one else but him
"What the fuck do you want from me?" I questioned.
"Oh, dear, you don't have to be so rude," he spoke up in his alienated voice that would burst my eardrums anytime. I really was having a bad day today.
"And you didn't have to be so forceful," I replied and let out a hiss as I felt a sharp sting on my throat.
"See. When you try to speak up against me, I will make sure you don't have that voice," he threatened. I closed my eyes to swallow the pain, the thick warm liquid trickling down my neck.
"Why were you not replying to my love messages, honey?" asked that stalker.
"Unlike a bastard like you, I have wor—" I coughed up before I could complete my sentence as the knife dug deeper into my delicate skin.
"Still, princess, you should give me time because love should be your priority." I snorted at his words. I wasn't afraid of the knife hurting me anymore. I wouldn't put up with his bullshit quietly. "I feel like you aren't taking me seriously anymore. Did you forget what I did to your friends?" The flashbacks of his last attack flooded in my mind. Tears threatened to fall out as I remembered what happened to my friend, Ryan. "Brought up some painful memories?" His monstrous laugh echoed through the phone.
I decided to continue taking his bullshit. I didn't want anyone to get hurt because of me.
"Since you haven't been taking me seriously anymore, and you didn't reply to my messages for three days, you need some punishment. Look, don't doubt my love. I love you and all, but even loved ones should be punished for disobedience."
A shiver ran down my body at his sinister words. Only if I knew some self-defense or had my bodyguards with me, I would have kicked their asses by now. "What is punishment, then?" I asked.
"I aim to make you alone so that you have no other choice but to come to me. In that way, I will be able to ease your loneliness." Even that thought disgusted me. Even if he were the last person alive, I wouldn't go to him to cry. "Until then I will keep crushing your dreams and close people underneath my feet. If you change your mind, my doors will always be open for you. But it has a time limit too. As I said earlier, three months."
There was no doubt in my mind anymore. Mr. Creepy stalker was definitely a runaway psycho from an asylum.
"Therefore, let's start by crushing your dream." I held my breath for him to continue. "Your dream is to become a car racer, and the stair to your dream is Dylan Lewiston. If I were to destroy your stairs, your dreams would fall apart on their own. And I'm sure you wouldn't even dream of being a racer after that." The moment he took Dylan's name, I swear my heart got caught in my throat.
"Don't you dare do anything to Dylan. You won't even—" I was again cut off by the knife running deeper. I choked up, feeling my throat to be strangling and the blood running down my collarbone. It was hurting like crazy.
"What do you think I'm stupid? I know very well about Dylan Lewiston. Ambush or sneak attacks won't work on him. But I have other plans for him. Just you wait. One minute from now."
What was he even planning to do? Did this guy actually know Dylan was in the Mafia?
"I have planted a bomb under his car. It won't blast up the whole office though. Just the car and Dylan Lewiston with you being the witness of their destruction. You will see with your own eyes as soon as he opens the door then BOOM!" His maniacal laughter echoed in my ear. With that, the phone went dead. One of the men broke the phone by smashing it on the ground to keep no evidence.
Whatever that psycho told me, it wasn't going to happen, right? It shouldn't happen.
Just like he said, just after one minute I heard very familiar footsteps. I knew it was Dylan because of the way he walked. Always with confidence, taking big strides, making it hard for me to keep up.
"Yes, yes, I will have dinner with you, Sienna." There was no mistaking that deep, grumpy voice. I tried to scream to warn him, but I was cut off by a hand on my mouth. "Don't sulk. I will be home soon."
No, no, don't go. Just go back to your damn office and sleep there. Use some other car, please. Do anything. Just don't open the door. Someone, please stop him, I begged in my mind.
"Wait for me, and stop Xavier from gobbling my meatballs," Dylan complained throughout the phone when he neared his black Lamborghini Murciélago, letting me catch a good glimpse of his back.
I wanted to make some noise with my shoes, but my legs were restrained by the two minions of that stalker. And thanks to my awesome. I wasn't wearing any heavy accessories which could make some noise.
Before touching the door handle of his car, Dylan kept talking on the phone about turkey meatball curry and sausage gravy, which made me realize how hungry I was. Hanging up the call, he was about to touch the door handle.
I closed my eyes, not wanting to witness anything. I expected to hear a blood curling explosion, but I heard nothing. Thinking I had gone by the booming sound, I peeked through my eyelids slightly to see Dylan was looking at his phone screen. As I was observing his face intently, I noticed his lips twitched upward.
Was that a smirk right now?
Before I could make more theories, a deafening gunshot made my heartbeat stop for a split second. Blood splattered behind me, staining my light pink top. The grip around my waist loosened and the person who was holding me fell down on the ground with a thud.
I gasped and remained rooted to my place in horror. I looked over my shoulder at that person to find a hole on his forehead, blood gushing out of the wound—a sight I wouldn't be able to forget easily. I started breathing shakily since I had forgotten to.
Gunshot!
Another gunshot made me frozen on my spot. Something warm sprinkled on my face as the person who held the knife on my throat fell on his knees, letting the weapon slip on the ground. He fell flat in front of my white shoes, staining it with his blood, whereas I stared at his thumping body going lifeless.
I touched my cheek, smudging the thick liquid all over. Then, I checked my palm which was now covered in blood. I started trembling, ready to scream as tears brimmed my eyes.
"This is so annoying," a dark voice spoke up, and I shivered in my shoes. Feeling his evil aura, I didn't dare move an inch, just letting tears slip down my cheeks. It was the person I met in that basement, a cold-blooded murderer, that's all I could about him at that moment.
I didn't have the strength to look up at the person walking towards me. My heart was thumping so rapidly, and my breath was shaking, and I was sweating badly. My knees felt so weak with my world spinning around. My vision was starting to blur out. There were too many things going on in my mind.
Two people just died right in front of me. Their blood was on my hands and clothes. These thoughts were utterly disturbing to me.
I tried hard to breathe but I was failing to do it, finally letting my knees give up as darkness clouded my vision. Before I could hit the blood massacred floor, a pair of strong hands caught me with a faint voice that entered my ears, "Shirley."