Chapter 5

Maya Pov

I woke up the back of a car, I could hear a voice outside, it was dark out. I don't know how long I was out for. I almost screamed when I sat up. I was wearing a shirt that didn't belong to me. I pulled it up and saw a bloody bandage wrapped on my stomach. That fucker cut me. And it hurts like fuck. But at least they sewed me back up. I didn't even know who he was, all I knew was he was a dangerous man.

But they took out my tracker, I looked out the window. I saw him talking with another man but that wasn't what caught my attention. There was a plane. He was talking to me on a plane, that's the last thing that could happen. I can't leave the country, they will never find me. Shit! I need to get out of here now. But they took my gun.

I looked in the car, I opened the glove compartment, of course, there was a gun there. I pulled it out and checked the bullet. 10 rounds. It wasn't a lot. I looked out the window again. Counting them. I knew the window was tinted so they couldn't see me.

I counted 7 men, not including him. I think 2 were the pilot and the orders were his guards of something. They were all holding pulse Riffle in their hands. I knew I wouldn't get out alive. But I don't mind dying trying. I knew the second I was out Italy I would be dead.

I could take out the two at the sides easily but the once's in front of me would be difficult. I didn't have time to think about it. I had 10 bullets, I have to make each one count. I had the element of surprise. I push the door opened aiming for the two at the side of the car. I didn't hesitate, I watch as their body felled and I heard screaming in Italian.

I pushed the door opened fully aiming for their bosses head. I had him right where I wanted. All I had to do was pulled the trigger but I didn't.

"If you move I will shoot his fucking brains out!" I yelled at them.

I looked at the blue-eyed man, that reminded unknown. His face was hard, and the man next to him was trying to hide his smile.

I moved forward ignoring the pain I felt down my stomach.

"Tell them to lower their guns," I tell him. He didn't say anything for a second. "Now!" I yelled

His eyes reminded on the gun I held pointing at his head. He didn't even flinch. I pressed my finger closer to the trigger showing him I wasn't playing. I would shoot his head off.

"You don't wanna do this sweetheart," the man next to him say

I ignored him making sure my eyes reminded on the blue-eyed man. I knew he was their boss. All I had to do was press my finger, but I couldn't.

"Tell them to drop their gun and kick it away and put their hands in the air, then you walk to me with your hands in the air!" I yelled so they could all hear me

"fai come dice la bambina" he says and they all laughed. I smirked, he called me a little girl.

"I'm not as little as you think fucker" I say surprising him.

"capisci?" he asked if I understood them.

"sì, l'italiano è nel mio stronzo di sangue" I say, telling him Italian is in my blood. My mother was Italian. That all I remember about her and she had a beautiful voice.

"Now do as I say"

He looked at his men and nodded his head. I was kinda surprised he listened. They dropped their guns and put their hands up.

"Now you walk slowly" I could get him in the car and drive away. I could getaway.

"Hands up!" I yelled at him.

He chuckles but puts his hands up and walks towards me. I looked around making sure they weren't picking up their guns.

He was a few steps away from me when he stops and puts his hands down. Surprising me, he moved so quickly it felt like a blink. The guns were out my hands in his. He had my hands pinned behind my back.

"Don't point MY gun at me again" he whispers in my ear.  I struggled against him yelling in frustration. I almost had him.

"Let me go," I say stepping on his foot. But he didn't even flinch

"No, we are going on a little trip," he says throwing me over his shoulders as if I weigh nothing. I bite my lips in pain. My stomach.

"Let me go you bastard, I should have killed you when I had the chance"

"Yes, you should have" he replies. I felt a smack on my butt making me squeal

"Did you just spank me?!" I yelled hitting his back.

"Keep moving and I will do it again"

I stayed still planning ways I would kill him. What an egoistic bastard. I stayed still as he climbed up the plane stairs. Not for his sake but my stomach felt like it was being ripped open.

"Get my stuff from the car" I heard him say to someone. He moved down the plane. 

He puts me down on a sit. I watched as he put on the seatbelt tight. He pulls other two and puts them across my body, literally strapping me to the chair.

"Your bag sir" I heard a woman say.

I looked up at her, she wearing a red blazer and skirt. The skirt was practically showing her butt when she placed the bag on the chair. She was smiling at him. I shake my head and laughed at her. Of course, she wanted to open her legs for him.

"Jealous" he smirked opening the bag she brought.

I didn't reply. Fuck him, I didn't even know what he wanted with me.

He pulled my hands hard making me wince. He was using a blue silk tie to tie my hands together.

"I can't have you killing more of my people"

"Aww did I kill your friends," I say smiling at him

"No, but I don't want to write more letters to their wife and children" he watched as the smile on my face dropped.

I should have killed him, I wanted to wrap my hands around his throat. I don't know why I didn't shoot him. I never blinked before, but I couldn't pull the trigger. I hesitate when I had it pointed at his head. I should have pulled the trigger.

"move and I won't hesitate to blow your fucking brains out" he whispered in my ear "I should kill you for killing four of my men"