Guns & Roses
Chapter 2

Tatiana

The man in front of me merely raised an eyebrow at my choice of words. Okay, I admit not one of my finest moments.

A sea of blue orbs were staring right at me with mischief and humor. I’m glad he finds my situation funny.

This man was simply... gorgeous. If I considered the other guy handsome, this one was a freaking god. From the dark I could see his chiseled features. He was tall, and when I mean tall, like 6′3 tall or even higher, I literally had to look up to face him in the eye, even at my 5′7 height.

Our mini staring contest was brought to a halt when a distant pant was heard.

“Oh good, you caught her” as the guy from earlier caught his breath. He then turned to me and clucked his tongue. “Ay kroshka, you shouldn’t have done that” he said panting.

“Should I get the car?” he asked turning to the man whose gun was still aimed at my head.

“No, I’ll get it. I need to make a call. Tie her up and Don’t let her escape again” he said, his voice devoid of any emotion. When I looked back at him, those eyes no longer held that spark. They were cold and dead.

He, or Hottie #1 as I named him in my mind, gripped me by my arm and shoved me to cutie #2 as he quietly walked away to who knows where but I wasn’t about to go without giving a fight.

Cutie #2 pulled out a rope from his back pocket and turned me around, starting to tie it around my wrists and onto the rusty metal pole from the side of the building. From what I could feel, it was a good knot, but nothing I can’t handle.

After he was done, he walked to the front wall and leaned on it, so I was facing him. I gave him my meanest glare and all he did in return was wink. Alright, maybe he did look a bit charming in the playboy way, but that wasn’t going to hinder my escape.

Looking around, it seems I only had one escape route. I eyed my bike, and nothing seems out of the blue. I started wiggling my way through the knot he made, as inconspicuous as possible. Cutie #2 only retrieved a box of cigarette and a lighter. He even had the courtesy to offer me one, but I only showed my blatant disgust for those cancer sticks.

He only shrugged and started lighting one.

I could feel the knot loosening all the while eyeing my captor. I need to think fast or else I’ll be in deep trouble. We were both close to my bike so the chances of me escaping through it were so minimal. My only option was to run and I absolutely loathe running.

But life isn’t fair. So when I finally got free from the knot, I eyed my captor one more time before running the hell out of this place. I ran like a cheetah on crack, and let me tell you, it wasn’t a pretty sight at all.

“Shit! Come back here!” cutie #2 yelled from a distance.

As I ran, I mumbled quick apologies to every poor soul I unintentionally shoved to get away from my captor. I snatched a quick glance backward and saw no sign of him. Quickly, I made a sharp right turn to an alley I knew. I was pretty familiar with it, as it has been one of my escape routes from chases like this.

I climbed the metal fence with ease, and jumped to the other side of it. As I regained my balance, not a second passed, when a cloth covered my mouth and nose. Losing my consciousness by the second, I only saw blurry blue orbs staring right back at me.

He clucked his tongue and faced me. “You’ve been very naughty, mishka”

The darkness consumed my vision and I felt my body limp. Well, shit.

I woke up with a massive headache, and very sore wrists. I blinked several times trying to regain my focus, and what greeted me was a very posh, very expensive looking room. Okay, not what I was expecting, but hell! I’m not complaining.

In my line of job, it comes to no surprise that you may wake up to places your nose wouldn’t even dream off. So seeing as I’m in a very clean room, and in a very comfy bed, me, being kidnapped was less shitty, I suppose.

Looking up to my hands, both were handcuffed to the bed’s poster. Yes, handcuffed, and no, they’re not pink and fluffy.

Looking down, I was still wearing my clothes, minus the jacket. They probably took it off for safety measures, I mean, the best they could get out of there was a pack of m&ms or a tampon. That’s why I always stash my weapons inside my bra, or in my shoes.

I tried pulling on the handcuffs but they were very sturdy. It only burned my skin further than it already was. Dismissing the idea of breaking the cuffs, I surveyed my surroundings in search of something I could pick the lock with. If only I had conveniently wore bobby pins, I wouldn’t be stressing out like this. I couldn’t escape this place if I could not even break free from my restraints.

Hearing footsteps nearing the room, I waited in anticipation for somebody who would give me a damn explanation as to why I was here, and more specifically, the reason I’m restrained to the bed with fucking handcuffs. I look like a kinky slut. And with my tank top on and both arms raised, my boobs were practically squished together for everyone to see.

Interrupting my internal rant, I saw cutie #2 enter the room. I gave him my bitchiest glare. “WHY THE HELL AM I RESTRAINED TO A BED WITH FUCKING HANDCUFFS ON?!”

Immediately, his eyes widened and he raised both of his arms in mock surrender.

“Christ, woman! Calm the freaking down” slowly making his way near the bed, he pulled aside a chair and sat down near me within a reasonable distance.

Rolling my eyes at him, he cleared his throat waiting for me to look at him.

“What?” I glared at him.

“Okay, okay. I know you have every right to be mad, given the circumstances, but I promise you, we’re not here to hurt you” he smiled softly, one dimple showing.

“So, with that said, let me introduce myself, I’m Viktor” he held out a hand.

I eyed him my hands to show that his attempt with a handshake was rather futile, but he merely brushed it away with a chuckle.

“Oh, of course, I forgot. Not that I mind with the view I’m seeing” he smirked.

The guy had the audacity to smirk and joke about it.

“Perv” I muttered under my breath but looks like he heard because he started laughing at my comment.

“Can you just untie me? It’s not like I can escape this place” or so he thought. My evil laugh resounding in my thoughts, and suppressed the smirk threatening to escape.

“True, and that’s what I’m actually here for, you’re about to meet the boss” He took out a small key from his coat’s pocket and started to do the lock.

“Eyes up here buddy”

“Sorry not sorry, kroshka” he winked.

“Stop calling me that” I seethed. The nicknames were getting on my nerves.

When the handcuffs were off, I started rubbing the sore spots and flexed them around.

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“Can you actually blame me? Anyone’s who’s in my situation would’ve reacted the same” I told Viktor as I stood up from the bed and rotated my stiff shoulders.

“How long was I out anyway?”

“Almost a day and half” he said gauging my reaction but I remained poker faced. A day and a half wasn’t so bad. I experience far worse than just 48 hours.

Once we were out of the room, I could tell the whole place screamed money. The halls where lined with black carpets and crème walls. Viktor lead us through a series of hallways, and I made a mental note every time I saw windows that could lead to my escape, just in case.

“Who are you people?” I finally asked.

“You’ll know” he said taking a pause. “Soon enough...” Viktor winked and I rolled my eyes at him. I don’t know him for that long, but I already knew.

This guy has a flare for the dramatics.

After minutes of walking, we stopped by two large mahogany double doors and I knew the man responsible for my situation was behind these doors. Thinking back, did Viktor and hottie #1 got reprimanded for my misbehavior? The eerie vibe I’m getting was giving me goosebumps. And I haven’t even seen their leader’s face yet.

Viktor knocked carelessly before he opened the doors without hesitation. If he could be so carefree, I guess he must be one of the higher ups. Or he has death wish. But looking at Viktor, he looked too young to be having a higher position, I only concluded that he might be a relative since the mafia was all about ‘family’.

“Boss, she’s here” Viktor said, as he bowed and left the room, locking the doors on his way out. I stood there with my head held high. I refuse to bow down to some arrogant mafia man. I was situated in front of the table, and even though physically I was confident, deep down inside, I was starting to get uneasy. This man’s vibe is seriously strong and I could sense it even before I saw him.

Like every villain scene known to man, the big leather chair swiveled around as the man faced me. I couldn’t mask my shock as my eyes widened in surprise. Those familiar blue eyes were staring right at me with a mischievous glint.

“Hello, Mishka” Hottie #1 smirked.

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