TAKEN BY THE MAFIA LORD
Taken By The Mafia Lord-Chapter 54
(A Twist of Fate…)
GENRE: Mafia/Dark Romance
©Cisca. H
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The Runaway
They were done eating, heading for the car outside. Freya’s mind was still on the stranger that had called her, she knew he was some where around watching her. Myra noticed her countenance and decided to ask.
“Freya, are you sure you are alright?”
“Yeah. Yes, sure.” She replied, but her eyes still scanned around.
“Did he tell you he is around?” She asked.
“He knows the two of us are here.”
“So what makes you think he is outside here? He might have been with us there when he called you. He’s probably trying to threaten you.”
“Some thing doesn’t feel right about that call. I don’t feel comfortable with his voice.”
“Then let’s get out of here immediately.” They hopped in, Freya started the engine, zooming out.
It was after a few seconds which had passed by, Freya noticed a black car behind them. At first, she didn’t put it into consideration since there were more cars driving behind her. But then, at each turn she made, the car would follow. When she slowed down, the car slowed down.
Some thing feels weird and suspicious about the car. She was wondering why some one would be following her.
Fear took hold of her as kept staring through the rearview mirror. “It’s almost the tenth time you’ve been staring at that mirror. You look terrified. Did you kill some one?”
Freya threw her a questioning look. “Why would you think I can do that?”
“You look startled, like some one is chasing you or some thing worse than that.”
“Well, that’s because some one is actually following us.” She stated.
“What?”
“That car black car behind us, it’s been following us since we left the mall. I’ve been noticing it for a couple of minutes now, and every route I take, it follows.”
Myra’s eyes widened with alarm as she cast a nervous glance behind them, confirming Freya’s words. “What do we do, Freya? This is so creepy!”
Freya’s mind raced, her instincts pushing her to think of what to do, how to get away from the spy behind. “We need to lose them. Come on, we’ll be heading for the park. It’s more crowded there.”
As they drove towards the park, Freya’s heart didn’t stop beating, her thoughts racing even faster than her mind could interpret. She reached into her bag and pulled out her cell phone, her finger trembled as she dialed Vincenzo’s number. The phone rang and rang, but there was no answer on the other end. Her anxiety deepened.
“Vincenzo, please pick up,” she whispered to herself, frustration and concern filled in her voice.
Text messages were her next attempt, her thumbs typing rapidly as she sent a flurry of urgent messages to Vincenzo. Each passing second felt like an eternity as she waited for his response, his inability to respond to her message knocked her down.
“Why aren’t you available now that I need you the most? Damn it!” She banged her fist on the steering wheel.
“What if he doesn’t reply at the moment? He can be pretty occupied, we never can tell.” Myra said, trying to see reasons to why Vincenzo wasn’t picking Freya’s call. And since Vincenzo was easy to get through on call, not able to reach him this time means some thing.
“Then, we’re doing this on our own.” She put the gear to five, zooming speedily to the park. When they got there, they neglected their shopping items, leaving the car with an immediate effect. Freya locked the car before taking to her heels.
Thankfully, the park was crowded and mixed with people. They were able to sneak through the crowd. When the black car came to a stop, the first thing he did is to check Freya’s car. It was locked.
His eyes searched through the crowd, he couldn’t find any thing that looked like Freya or her friend. He picked his phone, dialing Kelly’s line. “Any good news yet?” She asked without hesitation.
“I lost her.”
“You what?!” She stormed. “How is it possible you lost her? Weren’t you supposed to keep a close eye on her?”
“I was, but then she got mixed up with the crowd at the park. I’m alone, I doubt I can find her.”
“Then find an alternative! Or you can hire some one to assist you. Don’t call this number again if you don’t have the girl!” She cuts the call.
“What nonsense!” She yelled. “How dare he lose her? No way! Freya must be found, and she must be killed.”
The stranger walked into the crowd, searching faces he felt looked like Freya. Meanwhile, Freya and Myra had followed a corner, showing up at the main street. They boarded a taxi back home.
“What about your car and the stuff we bought?” Myra asked.
“Those aren’t necessary for now, let’s get home first.” Freya was still pained that Vincenzo didn’t pick her calls. What if some thing bad had happened to her, or the stranger killed, how would he know what’s actually going on.
She sat in the bathtub, her body buried inside the warm water. Though she has no idea, she wondered who the stranger could be and why he was desperately after her.
Her phone began to ring. She picked it from the side, checking on the caller. It was Vincenzo calling. She decided to ignore his calls, ready to face him with questions.
Not up to five minutes, Myra walked in. “Freya?” She called. “Freya?”
“I’m here.”
“Oh.” She went to the bathroom. “You’re alive. Mr Vincenzo called the landmark, he complained you aren’t picking his calls. So, I thought I should check on you if you’re dead or asleep. But I can see, you’re perfectly fine.”
“I’m not interested in his calls.” He called again.
“Come on, Freya, don’t do this to him. We can’t tell how busy he was at that time. And besides, your relationship with him is not up to a month yet, please don’t fuck up.”
Freya sighed.
“Pick the call.” She urged her and Freya finally picked his call.
“Hello, babe. I’m so sorry I missed your calls. I was damn so busy and I wasn’t with my phone.” He apologized. “Is every thing alright?”
“Not really. I think some one is spying on me. I received a phone call just after we had discussed earlier, he said he needed to talk to me.”
“Did he tell you his name? Any description?”
“No. He just said he wanted us to talk. While returning home, I noticed a car was following me. It was taking every direction I took, but luckily, we got away. Alone. We couldn’t make it home with the car.”
“You’re alive is what matters to me. Where did you park the car so I can send some one to drive it home.”
“St the avenue park.” She answered. “Are you still coming home tonight?”
“Yes. I’ll rush things up so I can get home before eight. I’ll come home sooner than you expect. I promise.”
“Okay. I’ll be waiting.”
She cuts the call, heaving heavily. Why would some one want her so badly? What has she done to deserve the fear? Who could it be that is after her life?
All these thoughts poundered through her mind and yet, there came no answer for any.
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