Chapter 96
1045words
Instantly I squared up, preparing myself for any sudden attacks. My thoughts were running in circles not understanding were this man came from. I didn't hear anybody walk or talk in this hall way, so where did he came from!? There's no way that my ears had deceived me-unless he was standing there from the beginning!
Was he supposed to guard me? Argh! I guess I have no choice but to fight with him then. I glowered lowly at him as I was tightening my stance.
The big man started the move closer.
'Here it comes!' I pulled back my arm as I was about to throw my fist at him, but then,
"Sorry…Comare." Apologizing the big man bowed nighty degrees at me. bewildered I blinked copiously. "What?" I said. "You're not going to fight me?" I asked. Still in the same position he shook his head. "No…rude…to Comare." He said in a slow manner.
Not relaxing my stance, I shot him a sharp glare. "You have been saying Comare this whole time- what's that?" I questioned.
Not looking at my face from his position, he raised his index finger and pointed at me.
Puzzled, my brow arched. "Me? Why are you calling me Comare?"
"Don's…partner." He answered.
Don's partner? Is he talking about mafia boy? Knitting my brows together, I glowered lowly. "I'm not Don's partner. I rather die than be his partner."
In a swift movement the big man stood straight again, shaking his head vehemently; his face completely flustered. "N-No…can't…that's…no" His voice was freight with panic.
I scowled frustrated by the man's cryptic and slow speech and let out a heavy sigh, bringing my hand to my forehead. "Whatever." I muttered. "If you're not here to capture me then I'll just take my leave." I twirled around and ran for the staircase, pumping my arms to increase my speed.
Descending down the stairs I head straight for the front door without looking back. I clasped my hand around the doorknob, twisted it and heard the satisfying click. This was also not locked. I can just easily leave like that?
Enshrouded with thoughts I slowly opened the door and was about to step out of it when suddenly a snicker erupted from behind me. I snapped my head around and saw the cronies of mafia boy making themselves comfortable around a round table, playing poker.
They all stared at me. Some of them had an unbothered expression on, while the others were wearing an inconspicuous smirk on their faces, setting an eerie feeling down my spine.
"Shit you idiot we would have won the bet if you kept your mouth shut!" One of the men smacked the other man from behind his head. The smacked man grumbled something under his breath, before darting his eyes at me.
They were sitting there the whole time, watching me the whole time- but didn't bother to stop me? What's going on. Unanswered questions just kept popping up, but there was one thing that I was sure of. I turned my head back, facing the door that was slightly open now.
It had something to do with why all doors weren't locked. It's like they wanted me to escape- no they are confident that I wouldn't escape no matter what. Why?
Gulping down my saliva nervously I swung the door open and crouched, shielding my head with my arms- fearing that somebody was going to shoot me as soon as I opened the door.
But no shots were fired instead laughter and snickers erupted from the table, their mocking voices reaching my ears.
"What the hell is he doing?"
"Is he an idiot?"
"Definitely an idiot."
Still in a crouched position, my cheeks wear turning red as the anger heated my blood. 'Those bastards are making fun of me!'
Not wanting to spend in this rotten place any longer I stood up and took a big stride to the outside world. The moment that my feet made past the threshold a blinding light was exerted from the collar, forcing me to screw my eyes shut. Millions of electric currents were streaming through my body, burning every nerve in it.
"Argh!" I cried as bolts of electricity kept being lashed out on my body. Feeling my brain being fried, I instantaneously brought my body back inside.
The blinding light was dwindling into a soft glow and the shocks of electricity that the collar kept releasing ceased. My legs buckled under me, pluming my body to the wooden floor.
While my body was still in turmoil from the unidentified attack, those annoying cronies were guffawing.
"See! I told you that he would do it, now where's my fifty bucks." The man opened his hand in wait for his money.
An annoyed tongue clicking sound could be heard. "Here." The other man grumbled, handing his money over.
What's going on? I was laying flat on my back, my breathing sawing in and out- small dots were appearing in my vision. "The...hell is going on?" I croaked.
"You guys are having fun I see." I booming voice ripped of amusement entered the room. The joyful babbles that came from the table died; their expressions taken over by fear as they quickly stood up from their seat- bowing nighty degrees. "Welcome Don!"
The clacking sounds of shoes hitting the floor became louder as they came closer to me. An elongated sigh could be heard above my head, I looked up seeing mafia boy's pissed off expression. "You just couldn't wait, could you?"
Only a feebly groan escaped my lips. He exhaled and crouched down, cradling me against his chest and stood up with me in his arms. "Sleep. Next time you wake up we will have a long conversation."
At his command my body went on an immediate strike, shutting itself down, my consciousness slowly fading to black.
*Comare: literally "godmother" in Southern Italian slang, usually pronounced "goomah" or "goomar" in American English: a Mafia mistress.
