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- You're the worst whatever. They shoot you. You end up in the house of an innocent girl and on top of that, you fall asleep on your watch shift. You are the most useless thing in your profession. And now that? - I would have crossed my arms if I hadn't had them handcuffed behind my back.

- Good question ... - He frowned thoughtfully. With that face the poor thing was uglier - Now what?

- I have a few ideas - I gave him the most cheerful look I could find in my list of fake looks for desperate occasions - First, you take away these disgusting handcuffs because I do not have sadomasochism. Second, I shower and groom myself. Third, you introduce me to a handsome mafia friend of yours and that's it - I smiled with my perfect plan to get him out of his mind.

- Nice try, little red riding hood ... - Her eyes widened.

Shit. The hamster had run on the wheel of his brain and was having an idea for the first time in his life. A miracle before my eyes! Now, I couldn't be sure if that idea was going to appeal to me or not.

- We will do exactly what you said cutie. Sometimes you can even have good ideas, although I don't like taking off the handcuffs very much because you could try again to kill me for the stupid cat you have as a pet.

- SALEM - It's called him- SALEM AND IS NOT STUPID, YOU... - I recapped his mouth with his hand while chuckling.

- You are very annoying, I should buy you a muzzle or just gag you - He smiled when he said the last.

Shit.

He pulled out of his pocket a handkerchief a little longer than usual and I started shaking my head.

He wouldn't be able to... He's just playing, right?

His determined gaze told me that he was very capable and that he was going to do what he had told me. Fuck, this man was crazy. I started to flail against him and he held me against his chest. I hit him with my body as much as I could, but he didn't care. Excellent. He removed his hand and before I could scream, he shoved part of the handkerchief into my mouth and tied it behind my head. My kidnapper was the strangest thing in this world. He threw me on the couch in one of his mood swings and watched me smiling. He had done what he wanted and was proud of his work.

Dumbass.

He picked up the phone without taking his eyes off me and I didn't have that much patience.

- Hunter, I'm G. Yesterday I had an altercation and I got into the house of a stranger ... with her inside. I have her gagged and handcuffed. - He listened to the answer for a moment - God! No Hunter, please. She looks like a bunny, how could I do that to her? I'm too sorry for it, that's why I think we have to take her away.

A bunny? Was he comparing me to a fucking rabbit? But what does this madman have on his mind? Wait, wait, wait... Take me? This man had been drinking my vodka for sure. Disgusting pink. Every second I felt worse and that Hunter too, for excited.

- You have to protect her. The Lucci is still behind us and they know I've been here. They will believe that she is part of our family and they will do things for her.

I began to tremble. "Doing things to her" didn't exactly sound like giving me a massage.

- Exactly, she has nothing to do with it and it is not her fault. Even if you do not support it, you have to take care of it until things are calmer. So can you come to pick us up at his house? I need you to pack her suitcase and take her home. - He laughed - Of course we are going to stay at your house, friend. Mine is no longer safe - He hung up without poor Hunter being able to send him to hell, which is what I would have done. What an idiot this G was made of. I would have killed him if he hadn't had his arms immobilized.

He went to my room and I started to worry. Was he going to rob me? I jumped off the couch and followed him. I thanked him for not having tied my legs. So yes that would have taken me crazy. I saw him putting my clothes in a backpack. Wrinkled dresses, jeans, sweatshirts, t-shirts... All to the super wrinkled mess. My mother would have already given him an impressive scolding, but I couldn't, because of the gag. I glared at him, but he was absorbed in his world of idiocy and utter emptiness. Finally, he did the only thing that would make me jump: grab my underwear. He eyed my lace panties and matching bras with a kind of wonder and reverence. Dirty! Before the pervert could do anything with them, I jumped up and threw him on the bed, and kicked him several times.

I don't know why I thought I was going to win when my disadvantage was very clear. Too clear. I looked at him in fear when he turned me around with a smile from ear to ear that gave me the chills. Something bad was going to happen to me. I started to bulge and shake under him. I closed my eyes and waited. I counted to ten and seeing that nothing was happening I opened my eyes. He was looking at me amused.

- You're like a kitten. You try to roar but you only get a meow - He shook his head and stood up - I didn't expect your underwear, that's all. I expected panties with little flowers or cartoons, not something so ... - he coughed - You know.

I looked up an eyebrow, he thought it was: A: very young or B: very immature. Great. He knew how to make a girl look at him with disgust even though he was very handsome. That had to be an innate gift. Seeing that my position on the bed (all sprawled) was not optimal, I repositioned myself, sitting as straight as possible on the edge. Maybe if I behaved well, I would remove the gag.

And if you didn't expect the famous Hunter to do it.

Suddenly, a not-very-rewarding idea burst into my mind. Maybe Hunter was worse than G. Oh my! I looked at G and winced. He couldn't take another jerk, especially if he was worse than the bastard. Maybe he tied my feet and everything. I looked at my ankles with pity. It would leave me scratches, like the ones that were growing on my wrists. A wave of resentment emanated from my soul. Because of the idiot, I was going to have marks on my wrists when I was one of the few parts of the body that I liked.

The doorbell rang and I looked at G, shaking my head. Now he was not so eager to meet his partner. It sure scared me. He just laughed and went to the door. I kept moaning against the cloth of the gag, but he was laughing much louder. Desperately I kicked him that cut off his laughter and left him still.

Oops ...

- Stay quiet Samantha or I will run out of patience - He warned me with a voice that made my hair stand on end.

Almost on the brink of tears and hysteria, I bounced against the wall and ducked. G hadn't even turned around to speak to me, but he had made his position very clear. I sat down on the floor and covered my face. My hell was going to start, he felt. My life with Salem and Acer was over.

The mob had indefinitely taken over my life and I didn't like it.