Twin Tormentors By RARE

Chapter 26

LEIGH-ARI

After my little conversation with the hooligan, he insisted I take a bath, and seeing as how he was on the edge of losing it; I had no choice but to comply with him.

Something about him was vaguely off, and no matter how much I knew to calm people down, there was no calming him down. He was insane in his own way and I didn’t want to tick him off, not while I was still clueless as to why they captured me. He seemed to be a very well poised psychopath who would skin you alive while he had a poker face.

So nope! I wasn’t playing anywhere near him.

After eating, he took me down the staircases and beyond the lounge. I was really in awe of the interior and everything about this place. The room which I woke up in, seemed to be in a tower, and I had chuckled to myself when I realized they had locked me in a tower, like some kind of a princess in tales.

After walking non-stop, rounding corners, and climbing up and down the stairs, we came to a very big and opulent hallway that had deep red carpets. the walls were decorated in my pictures and I couldn’t help the shudder of panic that tore through me. I wasn’t only kidnapped by the crazy mafia boss and his twin, the fuckers had to be stalkers.

all the pictures on the wall were the ones taken recently, while in some, I looked very young. I had so many questions, so many questions I wanted to ask but as soon as he turned, and stared at me with his hard face, daring me to question him about the pictures on the wall or anything at all; they all flew outside the window. All I did was swallow down very loud, and walk with my head raised high. I wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of fear, I wasn’t

going to let them see that I was scared shitless.

We walked a few feet and stopped in front of two white double doors. there were also doors on each side of them, one on the left, one on the right. Opposite to the three doors, there were yet other doors on the side, but I didn’t know what they held.

got in

have someone pick you up in 30.” With that, he left the room without a second glance

my clothes and stepped into the tub of water. I went all out and relaxed inside the luxury of hot, scalding water that soothed m

ankle-length dress with cream wedges laid gently on the dresser. the size of both the dress and shoes was mine and before panic settled in, I remembered that there

me marring the hallway just outside the room. the

placed neatly on the tray beside the garments. the jewelry was a pair of diamond earrings and a diamond bracelet, and I will admit it,

clock, a knock on my door was sounded and I braced myself

clearing my throat. The door swung open and in came a man in a white dress shirt and black slacks. Like the hooligan, he had neat shiny dress shoes and 2 silver earrings on his ears. There was an ugly scar down his right cheek and his sleek black hair was gelled backward and tied in a low ponytail. From

ponytail. From his appearance only, I could tell that I was indeed in the mafia den and

Montreal.” He made a small bow and I was taken

“Yes?”

you out today.” He

couldn’t call him a Hooligan in front

take care of something.” This man’s voice was nice, especially with that Italian accent dripping heavily

is not coming with

ma’am.” Great! Fucking, fucky, great!

smile and

until we came down to the lobby. The place was