Kidnapped

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

-ARES >

After being finished at the gym, I went to go purchase workout gear for her. Knowing she would have to be trained in combat and how to protect herself with as many firearms as possible. 

She'll need the smallest dumbbells for starters. Even though she packs a couple of punches, she needs to start small, then we build our way up.

"Excuse me," I lazily look to the side, meeting the ocean-blue eyes of a small woman. "Can I help you?" She smirks, flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulder. 

"Oh, it just looked like you needed help choosing dumbbells. With muscles as big as yours, I'm sure you lift way heavier than that," She points at the small dusty pink dumbbells in my hand.

"The men's section is across this one." She says with a sickly sweet smile. 

"What makes you think I'd have trouble choosing the weight I lift with muscles as big as mine?" I slightly rear my head back as I look down at her. "I—know it's just–" 

"These are for someone else." I cut her off, turning away from her and ignoring the rest of her, resuming my purchase.

If that was her way of trying to flirt with me, she failed miserably. My phone rang as soon as I walked out of the sportswear store.

"Don."

"Meeting in thirty." He responds, hanging up the call. 

I reach my sports car, speeding to my house to take a shower. After I dress in a simple suit, I reach the main house, parking my car on the dark gravel road, walking into the house and towards the meeting room.

Several dark and sinister gazes snap their gazes at me. I recognized them to be three powerful allies of the Torrono family. 

Dante Constantino, brutal and thrives off power. A long-term ally knew to be loyal till death.

Massimo Riccardo, a cruel viper. They say he used to have a humble heart, but after the gruesome murder of his lover, Vanessa Riccardo, that humble heart burned into nothing.

Then we have Laureano Piero, a man of soul business. His obsession with money brought him where he is now. 

They were all driven by one thing, and anyone that disrespected that or got in the way got a clean shot through the forehead. The only eyes that were dark and menacing enough to put fear in me didn't look my way, already knowing it would be me walking in.

The Don. 

I walk over, as stoic as ever, conveying a calm demeanor and standing behind him, hands buried in my pockets. These men feed off intimidation on a daily. With the kind of jobs they do, I knew I had to dress formally for them. They need me for a reason, and that was information.

Stolen information. 

"The state market isn't trading at 12 percent as the public witnesses. The real percentage is 10." 

A single sentence blow up their profits by default. They hated a kid like me, for being a person they needed. They depended on me, and I knew a lot they didn't. This was my original job. I get paid huge sums for this. It was also a pro for them, as they don't get their hands dirty and believe that I would get the fall for it.

Except I won't.

The feds would never get wind of my identity in the government's system. I made sure to cover up my identity through my computer. If they try to track me down, well let's just say it'll take them places far from me. They'll never know it was me. only a figment of their imagination or possibly a virus.