9) Escape

I woke up so very frustrated. How dare he reject me like that? He's the one that told me to stay. He's the one that got close to me. He's the one that got all touchy feely. And then he's the one to reject me?

The only reason I haven't tried escaping from this stupid place was because I thought I could've had something with that hot piece of linguini. But not anymore. I'm done. He's gonna ruin the day he messed with Malia Nelson.

I put my long brown hair into a messy bun and dressed into a pair of grey sweatpants and a black t shirt after having a shower. I decided that I was escaping today. Seeing Yasmine coming back from Spring break yesterday really depressed me.

I missed my life. I missed university. I missed classes. I missed my friends. I missed calling my grandparents and them cursing at me for not finding a boyfriend yet. I missed it all.

I went down to the kitchen and saw Olga, the cook, baking some lemon and poppy seed muffins. My favourite!

"Morning Olga," I smiled.

"Morning dear," she mixed the muffin batter. "Care for one?" She pushed a tray of muffins to me.

"Sure," I reached for one and took a bite. "Wow these are amazing." I pushed another piece into my mouth.

I looked around and saw no one was looking. Then I took two more and shoved them into my pockets. What? Don't judge me. I needed food to survive if I was going to escape.

I was allowed to go for runs in the morning. The perfect time to escape. I wasn't guarded during my runs too. Speaking of guard, I wonder where Ralf is. I haven't seen him in forever. Or my clothes. He still hasn't arrived from my apartment. Weird much?

Wonder what happened to him.

Diana's POV

I somehow managed to get this man up to the apartment. I tied him to my bed using rope from Malia's room. I'm too scared to ask why she keeps rope in there. I was just about to go have a shower when it spoke.

"So you've managed to escape," he said. He had an accent to him. I don't know what it was, I don't care what it was.

I turned around, "Who do you work for?"

"Santa," he said seriously.

"You want another concussion?" I grabbed my heel that was lying on the floor, "Cause I'll give you another!"

"Calm your tits lady."

"My tits are calm!"

"So you've tied me up. Didn't think a girl like you would be into this stuff," he smirked.

"Ew no! That's not why you're tied up. You're tied up cause you're a mad man that tried to kidnapp me!"

"You got it all wrong."

"Care to explain then?"

"Well," he flicked his long black hair back, "We needed a stripper-"

"Oh my god you're unbelievable," I rolled my eyes. "You're definitely getting another concussion now," I ran towards him.

"No relax!" He kicked the air to try and keep me away. How cute. "Relax!"

"Who are you? What's your name?"

"Rafael." Rafael. Why'd that sound familiar... Then it hit me.

"Oh you're Malia's friend!"

"Yes exactly- wait what? Malia's friend? Hell no," he scoffed.

"Yes! Last time we spoke she told me she made a friend called Rafael."

"Okay fine I suppose we are...acquaintances."

"Well, Rafael, you're crazy and you're staying tied down."

"Fine." Was that it? He's not even going to object? Very well then...

"I'm going to shower-"

"May I join?" he smirked.

"May you shut up?" I asked. "Don't go anywhere."

"Couldn't even if I wanted to."

I showered and got dressed in the bathroom because I obviously didn't feel comfortable dressing in front of that psycho. I got something for him to eat from the kitchen and then walked back into my room.

"Okay now I don't know how to cook so here's some Pop Tarts-" Shit. The bed was empty and the rope was lying on it. Where'd he go?

I dropped to the floor and checked if he was hiding under the bed. He wasn't. "Shit," I cursed to myself. I got back up and just then two hands grabbed me by the waist and threw me against the wall.

He pinned me with his arms on either side.

"How'd you get out?" I asked.

"I didn't spend seven years of my life in scouts for nothing. You're looking at the captain of the Grizzly Bears. Speciality: knots."

"Impressive," I smirked.

"You know, I haven't done this in forever," he said in a low, devilish tone.

He reached his hand down then brought it to his mouth and... took a bite of the Pop Tart.

"Man it's been forever since I've had one of these," he laughed, his voice sounding like a kid's. "Thanks for the Pop Tart," he let go of me and walked away.

Oh. I expected that to go... in a completely different way.

Malia's POV

"Don't mind me. Just stretching!" I yelled out to some guards passing by. I told one of them to tell Luca I was going for a run around the mansion.

Right now, I was standing by the gate, stretching- and by stretching I mean waiting for someone to enter or leave so that the gate can open and I can escape.

After fifteen minutes of 'stretching' the gate finally decided to open. I ran to a bush next to the gate and dove into it. Then, I shimmied my way through the gate behind the car that was leaving. Then I jumped into a pile of leaves for dramatic effect. And tadaa: freedom!

I got up and ran about two minutes away. Then I stopped for a break because asthma's a bitch. I was glad to know we were still in New York, not very much in the city though. I recognised these roads from when I'd roadtrip.

My stomach started grumbling and so I grabbed one muffin from my pocket and devoured it real quick.

I kept running after resting for three minutes. I couldn't believe I actually escaped. I mean it wasn't even that hard. I could have done that a long time ago. The gate wasn't even guarded. I have to say, I'm pretty disappointed. I expected more from a mafia mansion. Tsk tsk tsk.

"Yes Malia you sexy beast!" I told myself. "You escaped! And now all we have to do is go- whaaaaaaa!"

Someone grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into a damn bush.

I fell to the floor, hitting my head. I pushed myself off the ground, grunting and rubbed my throbbing head.

"Hey there stranger."

"Ahhhhh!" I fell back, destroying my muffin. Jesus, I was going to get a heart attack anytime soon.

Luca was crouching down infront of me with a big warm smile. That's weird to see on him. His deep dimples were visible on his cheeks and I might've got just a little turned on.

"You made me crush my poppy seed muffin!" I threw the crumbs at his perfectly ironed black suit.

"Where do you think you're going?" He dusted the crumbs off himself.

"For a run," I smiled innocently, twirling a strand of my hair.

He titled his head at me and raised a brow, "Out of the estate?"

"Oh are we out of the estate? I didn't even notice." I'm such a good actress.

He grabbed my arm, "Let's go."

"No."

"No?"

I crossed my arms over my chest, "Yeah. No."

"Malia I don't have time for this. Let's go. Now."

Does this jerk really think I'm afraid of him? He doesn't scare me.

I shoved my finger into his chest. "I'm not going back to that mansion with you!"

He looked at my finger and then back up at me.

He smirked.

Probably shouldn't have done that. But I don't give a damn.

There was no way in hell I was going back to that mansion with him.