Oh My Gangster
Part Twelve
Luca
I'm stupid, fucking stupid. I left this morning while Miles slept. I thought if I just popped back, just for a bit and deal with everything, then I could get back and we could just disappear. I should have known better, I should've known. I've been doing this for years. I've been watching, learning, and doing it right. Doing what I've been taught to do. I didn't think I'd be in this position. I didn't think I'd be this stupid. I'm so pathetic. I've lost my grip on everything. Being oblivious because I thought I was always on top had made me blind to what was actually going on. The moment I left Miles asleep, peaceful in our bed, I had already walked into a trap. This is not how it's supposed to go.
"How ya feeling, Luca? You look a little, well off." I swallowed hard as the footsteps rang in my ears and that deep husky voice neared my ear, making me involuntary shiver with disgust. "Not gonna say nothing?" He asked. "Oh well...let's see if we can get you talking." He laughs, making me wince, because fuck, my head hurt like hell. Like any second it was going to explode right off my neck.
"I...won't tell you anything." I grit my teeth and the bindings tighten on my wrists as my body tries to instinctively throw itself away from the pain. I heard my skin sizzle like a lump of steak. "Fuck!"
"Where is he, Luca?" I squeezed my eyes shut as my teeth clamp down. "Where is he!?" I shook my head.
"F...fuck, off!" The sizzling stopped but the pain didn't. My head hung and my breaths heavy. Sweat ran down my face, my whole body hurt.
"I just want Mile's, then I will give you back to your family." I looked up. Josh was staring back at me, at eye level. "Well, if you call that a family. You're a bunch of hot heads."
"I won't tell you."
"How much pain will go through for that pathetic little street rat?"
"I'd die for him!" I spat back. Malice, that's all I in his eyes and that nasty ass grin of his. He'd been planning to wipe out Miles for a while now, yet I had to get to him first. I ruined his plan.
"I would say well done Luca, what a brave knight in shining armor you are. But I need that damn kid, can't kill you ...not yet anyway."
"I won't tell you."
"Stubborn and stupid. Oh well, my guy's will keep looking for him and you'd just die for nothing. Sad, very sad indeed."
"Leave him…" He grabbed my face, fingers digging into my cheeks, hurting even more the possible fracture of my jaw.
"I won't leave him alone if that's what you were going to ask. That little prick needs to be taught a lesson." He let go and the breath I'd been holding shot out of my lungs as the vomit started to rise up my throat. "Fine, sit here. Piss yourself for all I care. Your a fucking waste of skin. Thinking you're something...when, you've never been anything. Just a sad little puppet for your father, the father who couldn't care less if you died." I guessed that much already, a couple of years ago. My father doesn't give a fuck about me, yet back then I didn't 'tcare, still don't. I had money, power, all things one could want. I didn't care about my father and I still don't, I only care about two people in my life. My best friend and Miles. That's it, that's all I ever needed. Fuck this family, fuck everything. I needed outta here and I'd be gone. I wanted to do a lot in these long moments. I wanted to run. I wanted to stand my ground. I wanted to hold Miles. I wanted to tell myself to do something, anything, except sit here like a deer caught in the headlights. But that’s exactly what I was doing, I didn't have a choice.
Terror crawled up the nerves along my spine, sending silent messages to my brain to scream, run, fight, fight for the man I love… but I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. I'm pathetic, I'm weak, I'm nothing like the man I used to be, or rather pretended to be. I'm broken and not just physically, my heart is broken because any minute or even in an hour, maybe more I'd hear they got him and I'd still be helpless, still be sitting here. Pain shooting through me, every bit of me. "See ya, prick." He said and left me alone in the dingy bare room, with only one small window with barely any visibility.
"Shit." I whispered, pulling at my restraints. "Come on, fuck...come on." I pulled. It hurt, like fire spreading up my arms, the pain was nothing compared to the pain in my chest. "P…please dammit." Just a little more, I got this. I pulled so hard my thumb had dislocated. I slammed my mouth shut, gritting my teeth so I didn't scream in sheer agony and my hand finally popped free. My bottom lip quivered as adrenaline coursed its way through me and loosen the strap on my other hand and that popped free. "Jesus." I took deep breaths then held it and popped my thumb back in place. The pain was so intense I thought any minute now I'm gonna pass out, yet the thought of Miles, the thought of losing him propelled me and I finally undid the straps on my ankles. "Right." I whispered to myself. I stilled and then forced myself to straighten. I'm in so much pain, but while my brain had been slow to respond to the earlier commands from that fuck, now it was in full-on survival mode. I had to move, I had to go to him. Save him. But first, I needed to get that piece of shit Josh and end his miserable existence.
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