15) Escape... again

So right now it was maybe around three am. It's still dark out and everyone- besides the guards- are still asleep.

My room conveniently had a huge window that I could climb out of. I grabbed my pillow case of clothes and opened the window. A piece of rope magically appeared out of nowhere so I used it to climb out of the window because again, I'm too extra to use the front door.

I made it down to the bottom in the garden. Climbing down wasn't so hard since I did it like a week ago when I was trying to escape Rafael in my apartment. Ah, the nostalgia.

I ran to the gate and coincidentally, the guard was asleep. I threw my pillow case to the other side and climbed over the gate and tadaa, freedom once again.

I ran and ran and ran- then I took a pump from my asthma inhaler- then I ran and ran and ran again. I ran for maybe around fifteen minutes. All alone. At three am. In the dark.

Now I know what you're thinking- I'm probably gonna get kidnapped for running alone, at three am, in the dark. But relax.

There was no way in hell I was gonna get kidna-

Someone fucking grabbed me by the fucking waist and fucking pulled me into a fucking bush, a- fucking- gain!

This time, I fell on my stomach and hit my chin on the ground.

"Seriously, Luca?" I groaned. "We're doing this again?"

"Not Luca," an unfamiliar voice said.

My eyes landed on a pair of black bulky boots that stood at my head. My eyes traveled up, following the pair of legs covered in leather black pants up to a torso covered with a black t shirt and a leather black jacket and then to a face.

Scariest fucking face I've ever seen.

The man had shoulder length black curly hair with a thick beard. His eye was silver. Yes, eye. A black leather eye patch covered his right eye and a big scar was visible near his right eyebrow.

"Oh sweet baby jesus," I shrieked. Not in the turned on way but in the I'm terrified please don't kill me way.

"Ciao, Malia Nelson." His voice was deep and hoarse. Fucking terrifying.

"H-hello." I stuttered.

"Want to come with me?" He grinned devilishly.

"Not really," I shrugged.

He reached for something in his leather jacket. What is with this man and his leather? Then I felt him press a gun against my back.

"I think you do." Now normally, I would fight. But there's no way I was getting out of this one.

"Mkay." I squeaked. I began to push myself off the ground, then I took something cold to the head. Everything started pixelating. My surroundings faded to black and before I knew it, I passed out.

-

My eyes fluttered open. Small amounts of light peeped through my eyelashes. I felt awful. My head was throbbing and my body ached. I tried stretching but my arms and legs wouldn't move. I felt like I was tied down.

Also, I was tied down.

That scarfaced jackass tied me to a chair with rope. I wiggled my body in hopes that the rope would loosen but just as I predicted, it didn't.

The room I was in was huge. The floors were white tiles and the walls were white too. It was a rather bright room. There was a soft white rug under my feet and I sat on a soft white leather chair. A chandelier hung from the centre of the room and a yankee candle was burning on the side table next to me. I think the scent was Christmas cookies. How lovely.

The white door opened and a man walked in. He was short and wore a black suit with a black hat. He was fairly old with wrinkles all over his face. Maybe in his fifties?

"Malia." His voice echoed through the empty room.

"Short man." I greeted back.

He chuckled and walked over to me. "Do you know who I am?"

I shook my head in response.

"I am, your boyfriend Luca-"

I burst out laughing. "Luca is- is not my boyfriend." Though I most certainly wouldn't mind if he was.

He exhaled, "Fine. I am, your friend Luca-"

"Mmmmm nope! Hold on!" I bit my lip. "Luca and I are definitely more than friends."

"Fine." he rolled his eyes, "I am, your-"

"Just get to the point," I said boredly.

He shot me a glare and cursed at me under his breath. "If you let me talk maybe I will! I'm Luca's rival-"

"Oh you're Evil Man!" I gasped.

"It's pronounced Evel Men! But yes, I suppose I am."

"What kind of torturing room is this?" I looked around the room that looked nicer than my apartment.

"What?" He asked confused.

"Well, I'm no expert, but I'm pretty sure these rooms are supposed to be super dark and worn down. Not all white with a rug and a chair that's softer than my tush for the victim to sit on."

"What in the world are you talking about?"

"I give up with you mafia people. If you're going to be in the mafia, do it right!" I snapped.

"I-I'm sorry?"

"Don't apologise to me. Apologise to the readers!"

He looked at you with a soft expression and said, "Sorry readers."

"Good. Now, why'd you kidnapp me?" I asked.

"You're my key to defeating Luca. Now that I have you, I can find out all of Luca's secrets and weaknesses. And I know that you know them. Now spill!"

"What are you talking about? I don't know any of his weaknesses."

"Don't lie to me, woman!" He yelled. "You better tell me and you better tell me now-"

Something that sounded like a xylophone being played filled the room. It sounded like that noise a high school intercom made before the announcer started talking.

"Evie," a voice boomed. It was then I saw the small square box situated at the corner of the ceiling. It was an intercom. "Time for lunch dear."

Lunch? How long was I out for?

"Awww. Give me five more minutes," he whined.

"Now, Evie!" the voice from the intercom instructed.

"But mom-"

"Now!" She insisted.

"Fine," he sighed and then turned to me, "I'll finish interrogating you later."

And with that he was gone.

Luca's POV

I threw my pen down and groaned. My head was throbbing. I shut my eyes and rubbed the sore spot near my temples. I have no idea why I felt so stressed. Maybe it was because Evil Man was back in business.

No, it's not that. It was something more. Was it because of Malia? I did feel guilty for yelling at her. It bothered me that she left me all angry and worked up. Maybe I should go check on her.

I walked over to Malia's room and stopped outside her door.

"Okay," I exhaled. "Just apologise. Easy as that. 'Hi Malia I'm sorry I yelled at you, you beautiful son of a bitch.'" I recited.

I took a deep breath in and knocked on her door. No answer.

I knocked again. Still no answer.

"Malia I know you're angry with me," I tried to speak to her. "I'm sorry. Come on, let me in."

Still no answer.

"Fine," I sighed. "I'm coming in. Please be decent." Or not, I thought.

I opened the door and-

Cazzo.

She's gone.

She must've escaped. It is  impossible that she would be anywhere else in this huge mansion. I didn't bother to check anywhere else because my heart told me she wasn't in the mansion. I had to follow my heart. I had to.

I stomped over to the control room with the camera footage and other technical shit. "Get me the footage from Malia's room within the last twenty four hours!" I commanded the men on night shift.

They pushed in a tape and I watched the screen. "What the hell is she doing?" This crazy woman was packing her clothes into a pillow case.

"Go to the main gate's footage." I instructed. And there she was, climbing over the gate like the monkey she is.

"Follow her." They switched to different footages as she moved. We had camera's within two miles from the mansion.

"Stop! There she is." She was running on the road then she got pulled into a bush.

"Wait go back. Okay now pause!" The video paused right at the moment where she got pulled. "Zoom in on the arm that pulled her."

God dammit. The hand had a tattoo of a giant E on it. E as in Evil Man.

Malia was taken.

"Gesu cristo!" I wiped all the shit off the desk with my huge arm.

I marched over to my office and punched digits into the telephone.

Rafael's POV

I layed on the bed, staring at the ceiling. It's not fair that my hot capturer was watching GOT in the other room while I had to watch the ceiling.

My phone, which was lying on her desk, started to ring. She barged into the room and glanced at the phone.

"Who's Luca?" She questioned.

"Luca? Luca!" I chuckled. "Thank god! Lemme speak to him!"

"What are you crazy?" She scoffed.

"Please. I need to make sure he's okay. He only calls when he's in deep shit. Please. He's my bro." I begged.

"Ugh. Why don't you just marry the guy."

She threw the phone at my face. I used my nose to swipe answer and pressed my ear against the phone.

"Ciao, boss." I answered.

"Rafael," man I missed his voice. "I need your help."

I have to say, I'm slightly offended he didn't ask where I was. Whatever. I don't care. I'm a man. I don't need him.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Malia's missing. Evil man's men got to her."

"So you want me to help you find her?"

"No," he scoffed. "I need you to listen to me rant about her."

"What? You're not gonna go find her?"

"That putanna tried to escape. She deserves what she got."

"Luca, stop being petty."

"Petty?" He spat.

"We both know you care about her. You wouldn't let yourself live if something happened to her. You need her in your life. I know that. She knows that. Olga knows that. Olga's husband knows that. Olga's husband's brother knows that. Olga's husband's brother's son's wife's niece knows that. Olga's mother's sister's daughter's brother in law's grandson knows that. My kidnapper knows that-"

"Wait your kidnapper?"

"Even yo mama knows that. The only person that doesn't, is you. Or maybe you do, but you don't wanna admit it."

Luca's POV

Maybe Rafael was right. Maybe. I don't really know. I never thought I could care about someone that deeply after Megan. But what if I do? What if I do care about Malia as much as I cared for Megan? Or worse, what if I cared for her more? Even though I only knew her for like a week and we barely interacted but she's hot and I'm hot so who gives a shit?

I sighed.

"There's a chance... I might care for her... just a little." I admitted.

"I knew it!" Rafael squeaked.

"But how?"

"Tsk tsk tsk. Silly Luca. Maybe you're unaware, but everytime Malia's in the room, your little friend joins in too."

I furrowed my brows. "What?"

"Your little friend," he repeated.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Your boner, Luca!" He yelled.

"You're out of your mind!" I laughed.

"You know I'm right! Sometimes I think your boner has a mind of it's own."

"Are you on crack?"

"Because sometimes it appears before Malia is even in the room. Almost as if it can sense when she's coming."

Rafael was speaking utter nonsense. But dammit was he right. Sometimes my erections can sense that Malia's in the room before I do.

"Just go after her, will ya?"

"Okay." I smiled. "I'll go after her."

"Great! Oh and if you plan on crashing into the building through a window, say 'Sorry for dropping in!' Get it?"

"Bye Ralf," I rolled my eyes and hung up.

Time to go get my girl.

After I have a cold shower.

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SOME ACTIONS BOUTA GO DOWN IN THE NEXT FEW CHAPTERS SO PREPARE YOURSELVES (I mean whether it is fighting action or sex action is still a mystery)