Chapter 51
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His eyebrows rose and a lopsided smile took place on his bruised face. "I see that you guys enjoyed each other's company." He nodded at my new forced look.
My hands were clenched at my side as I eyed gingerly at James. "My clothes were taken from me." My voice came out strained with fear.
"Your man sure has a weird hobby." He snickers.
"Why are you here…James?" I asked, my voice trembling.
All the humor was wiped from his face and his eyes became devoid from any emotion. "To finish my job." He answered, his voice monotone.
I could feel the blood in my body running cold as my eyes were quivering in fright. My heart stopped operating together with my breathing system as I hitched in a sharp breath. The fine hair on the back of my neck rose up as my body was on full alert of the danger that its host was in right now.
James pressed the gun against my forehead with his finger on the trigger. My eyes started involuntary to brim with tears. I opened my mouth to say something, anything to make him change his mind just to find out that even words deserted me.
"Bye sugar plumps." He started to slowly press down the trigger.
With tears running down my face I shut my eyes tightly, brazing myself for the impact.
After excruciating seconds of waiting for my demise I started to wonder what was happening as I was still standing and breathing. Haltingly I opened one of my eyes to take a peek at the situation.
James was staring at me with brimming tears of mirth as he was biting down on his bottom lip, stifling a laughter. His body was convulsing as he was clutching his stomach.
"Y-You should have seen your expression!" He laughed.
Perplexed and dumbfounded by the situation the tense muscles in my body started to relax and my shoulders slumped down. "Aren't you going to kill me?" I questioned confused.
he shook his head. "No, I am not going to kill you. Not now at least. I am going to bust you out, take you to my hideout. There I will lie in wait for your man to pop up to finish him off and then I'll kill you." He grins pleased, proud of his well thought out plan.
Dread came back knocking at my heart, speeding up my heart rate as beads of sweat started to pour out of my pores. "But…why?"
His eyes flashed with pure rage and I shrunk away under his heated stare. "Are you seriously asking me that?" He grabbed me by the collar and pulled me towards him. "That motherfucker has to pay for what he did to my face and what is a better revenge then to take you right under his radar." He spat his anger, the droplets of his saliva finding their way to my face.
"Or maybe I should kill you right in front of him? He sneered tightening the hold on the collar chocking me in the process. I could only stare at him in horror as my hands were wrapped around his; trying to pry him off me, but his fingers won't budge at all.
'How am I so weak!?'
He scoffed at my futile flailing and let's go of my collar. I fell down on the floor clutching at my throat as I was coughing and gasping for air. "See it as a thank you for letting me escape that I kill you as last."
He points the gun back at me. "Now start moving." He commanded.
With my eyes cast on the ground a lone tear escapes as I gnashed hard down at my bottom lip, drawing out some blood in pure frustration at my own weakness and at the unfairness of the situation.
I slowly rose up and the steadily aimed gun followed me suit. I glared at James in silence.
He arched one of his eyebrow. "What's with that look?" He nodded.
I swallowed back every profanities that I wanted to throw so badly at that dirty blond haired bastard and tried to come up with a plan. Ideas were raising through my mind overloading my brain.
"What are you waiting for? Start moving." James said impatient, nudging me with his weapon.
"Clothes…" I murmured.
"Huh?" He leaned in closer, putting his hand around his ear shell to receive my words better.
"Give me some damn clothes first." I gritted out.
Taken aback by my sudden change in attitude he blinked a few times. "What? Aren't you already dressed?"
I folded my arms over my chest, hopping that the uncontrollable heartbeat won't be heard by him. "If you expect me to walk outside like this with no pants or shoes then you better kill me now. I don't know about you but the last time I checked it was not summer." I retaliated meeting his mirthless eyes with my unwavering ones.
He scrutinizes me for a second before throwing his head back, letting out a humorless laughter. "Sugar plumps got some spunk. Okay…fine you can change in to different clothes." He bobbed his head in agreement.
Placing my hand over my chest where my heart was resting I exhaled relieved. "Thanks." I mumbled before trudging past him.
"Hold up." He voiced, blocking the door with his lean body. "I will get them."
My brows rose, meeting my hair line. "Do you even know where they are?" I questioned.
He growled unpleased. "Don't get haughty with me. I will get them and you will wait here. If I smell any funny business then I will make sure that you have an excruciating dead." He warned lowly.
"Well there's a toilet inside here so…" I grumbled lowly averting my eyes.
He gave me a side-glare and I clamped my mouth shut. "And no sass." He pointed with the gun warningly.
I nodded.
When he finally disappeared through the door I could feel my legs buckle under my weight and I plummet to the white marble tiles again.
"That was so scary." I verbalized my honest feelings, clutching at my chest and breathing hard as if I had run a marathon.
'Okay April, think. Now it's your time to think.' I thought as I brought my knees to my chest, biting down on my fingernails. James is planning to bust me out of here to as following take me to his hideout to keep me as a captive. Which means that we will go outside. Which also means…phone reception.
"My phone…" I mumbled absentmindedly as I patted myself down in search for the small device.
"Not here." The realization dawned on me that it was still on the couch.
I let out an inaudible groan, scratching my head violently. 'How could I have been so stupid!?' I berated myself.
"But wait." It's not like I could carry it around with me. I don't have any pockets to hide it away from James.
The door that was slammed open unannounced startled me back to my feet. James waltzed inside carrying a pile of clothes and a pair of shoes. Throwing them at the ground he nodded at it. "I brought them so get dressed." He said curtly and left me alone again.
My eyes peered down at the clothes, scanning them over. I pulled one of the clothes from the pile and I crinkled my nose up disapprovingly. These were all clothes that belonged to Mark and they were all suits.
Great…
