Kidnapped

CHAPTER FOUR

-TATUYANNA >

I shot my eyes open, sitting up in a sitting position. I realized I was in a bedroom themed with Barbie dolls and stuffed animals. The walls were disgustingly pink and literally. . . Everywhere. A five-year-old would be ecstatic to wake to this. Do they really think I'm THAT young? 

There was a tray of food next to me on a nightstand. Not just that but there was a human—specifically a man— sitting in a chair reading a newspaper. He noticed me and gave me a bored once over. 

"Eat."

"No."

I heard him mutter curses under his breath, about how he ended up here of all places. "Eat what you're given, damn it." He spat with a glare on his hard features.

"And risk eating a tracking device? I don't think so." I crossed my arms even though my stomach was digesting itself. "Why would there be a tracking device in your food, kid?" 

"You tell me. I know the mafia when I see them, and you all are criminals so... I don't trust you." I stated, throwing my legs off the pink twin-size bed. "Whatever kid, starve if you want." He grumbled, continuing to read the paper. I looked around and found two doors on the other side of the room. I needed to use it badly, but I also didn't want to risk being peeped at.  

I'll just hold it in. 

I will make sure I hold it- 

"If you want to use the bathroom so bad just use it. You may be kept hostage but you're allowed essentialities." 

I frowned at the foreign word. I've never heard the word before. "The hell is that?" I asked with a glare. I needed to know. I secretly liked updating my vocabulary. It's like when I'm stuck awake at night solving a math equation. "Christ. Necessities." He simplified it for me.

"Maybe, but I have trust issues so."

His phone began ringing. "Your people are here, come on." He stood up and walked to the door without looking back. "What do you mean 'my people'? Where am I?" I asked following behind him. "Sicily. Your dad's territory. Now shut up and follow her." He nodded forward, making me follow his gaze to a woman dressed formally. 

How the heck did I go from Puerto Rico to Sicily? How long was I out?

This liar! He said I was kept hostage. I thought I was back in the first place and now I'm at my human trafficker's property? I don't know why he referred to the guy as my dad though. Is it a kink? Gross. As soon as I see him, I am kicking his butt and make a run for it.

But hold on, why wait?

"Hi honey, please follow me." 

I couldn't trust either of them so did you expect me to follow her? 

If not that you guessed it. 

I bolted down the hallways, hearing a whole lot of feet behind me in mere minutes. I heard a familiar voice from a distance behind me. "She's your problem now. I'm leaving." That guy maybe wasn't so bad. He's honest. 

There were so many halls in this maze and I'm already lost even though I didn't know where I was going in the first place.

I turned into one and immediately found an open room. I ran into it and shut it, simultaneously holding my breath as I heard footsteps run past the door. When I heard silence I dropped onto the floor, a panting mess.

"That was too close," I mumbled to myself. I slowly turned around and slammed back into the door with a gasp. Multiple eyes were looking at me in surprise.

"The hell is a kid doing here?" Some guy muttered in shock.

The worst part about this was the fact that this room was armed. I saw guns everywhere, on the walls, on tables, and their bodies.

A woman suddenly spoke getting my attention. "Listen, sweety. We won't hurt you." She said as if I was a ticking time bomb, about to explode, destroying everything and everyone in sight.

"You expect me to trust you all when you're all armed?"

They looked at each other. "Exactly." I spat with a glare. "Look kid, what's your name?" Some other blonde-haired woman asked. This made me scoff. "You guys are probably part of the mafia. I'm not dumb enough to expose myself to you scumbags."

"Smart." She replied.

"I know." I countered.

She approached me slowly. "If your name is Tatuyanna Salinas, we promise we won't inflict any harm on you." I stood up using the door, sliding up with a horrified look on my features. How the hell does she know my first and last name?! 

"London, you're scaring her."

"Shut the fuck up—oh shit, I'm sorry!" She took a deep breath in and exhaled while the other people laughed. "Great job at keeping shit PG dumbass." He chastised while the guy beside him was clutching his abdomen as he laughed uncontrollably.

"Look, sweetheart. We work for your father. That's all you have to know." I met her gaze again. A chuckle left my lips, my hand meeting my forehead in ridiculousness.

"How old do you think I am?"

I heard someone cock their gun, making my heart start to race. I immediately locked gazes with the person. He wore a bulletproof vest with knives strapped to his chest.

His hair was chestnut colored, with the most beautiful teal-colored eyes.

I glared at him, skeptically.

Realization caught him quickly as he put the gun down on the table, holding his hands up in surrender. I don't trust any of them one bit. I would be a complete idiot if I did. Obviously, I'm dealing with a large group of hitmen.

This means my so-called father isn't a good person. This is what he's capable of, he can sure as hell kill me whenever.

I sneakily took the door handle behind me, slowly opening it while they laughed. I quickly bolted out the door. "Sweety, wait!"

"I'm not your damn sweety!" I yelled almost falling on my face. Why are there so many halls?

How big is this maze?

I spotted wide double glass doors.