Don't Leave Me

Chapter 4

He looked furious and raised his gun to my head. I closed my eyes. If I die I don't want to see it coming. Just when I thought he would shoot I heard a laugh coming out of a corner. Opening my eyes I saw Cristian, the one with the polite smile, laughing his ass off and receiving aggressive glances from everyone. Especially Mr. Jerk.

"What? Come on that was true.", Cristian said to Mr. Jerk. Yes, I will continue using that name. Rizzo just sounds too sexy for him. "Seriously it was funny. No one ever talked back like that. She didn't even care, Mr. Jerk. You should look at your face right now. I-I just-... I can't-..." and he started laughing again. So hard that tears were rolling down his cheeks. Ok wow, he probably made everything worse.

Pietro slapped the back of Cristians head. He looked like he was trying not to laugh himself. "Boss, maybe she can help us."

"HOW THE FUCK CAN SOMEONE AS BAD BEHAVED AS HER HELP US?", Mr. Jerk screamed. I flinched at his sudden outburst.

"It will be too obvious if she dies as well. Right now her bosses death looks like a robbery. If we kill her it will look like a kidnapping since she was not killed at the same time in the coffee shop. The police is already there. Causing more attention to the case would be stupid.", Pietro said. His boss, Mr. Jerk seemed to think about it and Pietro continued talking. "Let's send her there. She can tell them that she left at 9pm and her boss was still there."

"That seems logical.", Mr. Jerk said turning his attention back to me. "If you do what Pietro says I will consider letting you live." Anger was still visible in his face. It looks like his head will explode in any second and his blood is boiling. He probably would have tortured me and let me die painfully if he didn't need me.

Without another word Mr. Jerk left the room after slapping the back of Cristians head just like Pietro did. The other men left the room too.

Why are they going away? I thought I have to help them. Shouldn't they let me go in order to do what Pietro suggested?

The door squeaked when Cristian entered the room with a smile on his face. Does he always smile? Must be painful. He approached me slowly.

"Do you know how stupid you are? Boss clearly has anger issues and here you are talking back at him and calling him Mr. Jerk.", Cristian chuckled. I nodded and didn't say anything. Maybe I will survive if I keep quiet.

"But I have to say it... you have balls. It was too funny. Did you see his face?!", he said and started to laugh again. I'm concerned. Maybe he is bipolar.

"At least someone that enjoys my attitude.", I said laughing.
"As fun as it has been.. be more careful. I would hate to see you die.", Cristian states with a frown on his face.
"Why would you care? You don't even know me."

"Let's just say that everyone is always serious around here. I appreciate your character." He probably didn't mean that. After I do what they say he will never see me again. He should stop acting as if we are friends. "I have to tape a microphone to your chest. We will hear everything you're saying. Please, just don't say anything about us." I nodded again.

Cristian started with taping the microphone to my chest. My thoughts were running wild again but I have to stop them. I need a clear mind to make it out alive. No distractions. Once he was done he got up and untied the rope that was around my wrists. "Come on. Follow me."

Walking out of the cold room I realised we were in a basement under the first floor of an old wooden house. When we got out into the main hall of the building I was able to look out of a big window. The house is in the middle of nowhere. Literally. It looks like we are in the woods. The sun was shining brightly which means it's probably Saturday morning.