The contractor I hired showed me the detail of how the room works.

The door is a high tech glass- clad polycarbonat.

It's bulletproof and sturdy enough to withstand the force of any burglary attack.

Basically, it's the highest protection one could ask for.

Once the door is closed the lock clicks to secure the door and can only be opened from, either the inside with the release button on the wall, or the safety remote.

The door is quite heavy for me to be able to swing stuff in a short amount of time so the contractor suggested I keep the door opened to a certain angle to where my body can slide into to and swing shut.

So with that kept in mind, I was prepared for whatever James planned to do next.

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Meanwhile on the other side of the city-

A mafia boss sits on his daughter's bed reading her favorite story to put her to bed.

A light knock taps on the door.

"Boss?" Zeke, the 2nd hand man enters quietly. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but we've got a lead."

"I've told you Zeke, not while I'm with my daughter. Give me ten minutes."

"Yes, boss." Zeke says as he quietly leaves the room.

The boss turns to his daughter, "Daddy has some late night word to do. Get some sleep. I love you."

He kisses her forehead and tucks her in.

She signs back with her tiny fingers "I love you too, daddy. Goodnight."

The mafia boss gets up and turns on her nightlight and silently exits the room.

He walks to the kitchen finding Anna, his daughter's nanny, at the sink finishing up washing the dishes.

"Keep an eye on her, for me please, we're heading out for a while."

"Yes sir." Anna says with a slight bow.

The mafia boss heads towards the front door finding Zeke waiting for him there.

"Grab Adrian, (one of the boss' workers) and let's get this mother fucker."

"Yes, boss"

And with they head out.

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"Ugh. I need to get some sleep. I can't focus on this painting anymore."

I get up and grab my paint brushes and head to the front bathroom sink to wash them out. I look at my refelction in the mirror. Realizing I had somehow gotten paint on my face, I set the brushes aside and grab my face wash.

After washing up, I reach for the hand towel to my right, to dry my face, when I hear a rattle.

I slowly walk out of my bathroom, standing in my hallway, I look around, listening and waiting, to hear the sound again.

Nothing. Silence.

I almost jumped out of my skin, when my front door is violently kicked in.

Now I'm staring and 3 men pointing guns at me.

I can't move. I'm immediately re-living the last time something like this has happened.

When the first, (and biggest guy) steps forward, the other 2 entering behind him pointing there guns around the house, as if searching for something, or someone.

The main guy's eyes trail from my head, to my toes, and I'm suddenly aware that I'm literally standing in my, very short, boxer briefs covered my a thin OPEN robe.

"FuckFuckFuck!! Get to the room! Get.to.the.room!!" I think to myself, but I can't move my feet.

"Where is he?" The main guys says.

"James. He's finally done it. He messed with the wrong person. This is it. They're going to shoot me because of him."

I shake my head in response. I have no clue where he could be.

"Come on, we know he lives here. We've tracked him here. Now tell me where he is."

I shake my head again. I really don't know. But the fear in me from James and this moment, I couldn't speak to save my life.

"I'm being very patient with you." He steps forward towards me.

I step back shaking my head again.

"GO NICOLAS NOW!"  I tell myself.

The minute he takes another step forward I bolt for my safe room. Fear and adrenaline kicking in.

I'm almost there! I can hear his boots right on my tail and they're close.

I reach for the handle and slide myself insde clicking the door shut behind me, just in time to see him standing on the other side, so close the fog from his breathe appears on the glass.

My heart is racing. He and I lock eyes.

This man is an easy 6'5'', and with a massive structure. He could have easy snapped my neck had he gotten ahold of me. His size is like no other.

"Where's your boyfriend little one?"

I look at him confused.

I turn to grab a notepad and pen off the bookshelf to my left.

I've never had a boyfriend sir - I wrote on the pad and held it to the glass.

He picks up his phone and shows me a picture of James. "Where is he?"

That's my adopted brother, James, I don't know where he is, but he doesnt live here - I hold the pad to the glass

"You can hear me yes?"

I nod in response.

"But you don't speak?"

I shake my head no.

"When's the last time you saw him, little one?"

A few days ago. He comes here every so often when he wants money- I hold the pad to the glass.

Suddenly I hear James voice yelling. "LET GO OF ME YOU ASSHOLES!"

When he's dragged into my room by the other 2 guys that were there.

"Got 'em boss" one of the guys says.

When James' body comes into view, being held captive by the 2 guys, our eyes meet.

"YOU FUCKING RAT! YOU SET ME UP! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU NICOLAS!" James yells at me and kicks glass door.

I fall to my knees and put my head down.