Chased By Suits #Wattys2016- Book I

Empty 10th

I went to sleep and passed out for 19 hours. I'm surprised that no one thought I was dead.

Now there's American Psychopath on the TV and I'm writing this shit, so yeah. Eventful.

Pls don't kill me for the short chapter. The story it's coming to an end. As the next chapter will be the last, I want to write it properly, with my thoughts gathered and all that.

***

I was in a black SUV with the most comfortable chairs ever and the perfect leg space.

I wasn't feeling in pain from any of my injuries as the boys made sure of that, but the ones with me were acting extremely suspicious.

Abel, which was seated right beside me never once looked me in the eye and never spoke besides short one or two word answers. His gaze was either fixated on his joined hands in his lap or out the window, never looking me in the eye, heck , he didn't even look in my general direction.

The driver and the guy in shotgun couldn't take the silence a few minutes through the trip and put on some music from a random pop station.

There were two cars ,one in front and one behind us, full of the 'bodyguards' Dante left behind to protect me.

I felt pretty pissed and I was boiling with rage, but after the first hour, after I've thought it through, I think I am calmer, more in control, but angrier on the inside.

"How long do we have until we get there?"

"45 minutes to one hour." Abel replied,not faking his eyes off his watch.

He can't wait for this trip to end as well.

"Can you let me borrow your phone? Dante's not answering my calls." I tried, this being the third time I have asked that same question,but by the look he had on his face, I could tell that the reply was going to be the same as before.

"I can't do that princi- Helen" he caught himself, glancing briefly towards me.

"Yeah, yeah, I don't even know why I'm asking." I say with a sigh, sliding a little off the seat, my arms crossed in front of my chest in frustration.

***

The car I'm in now has stopped in front of the hotel ,at my insistent demands and I rushed Abel to get me inside faster as I couldn't move that well on my own.

As soon as I stepped inside, Olivia spotted me and her loud gasp was heard through the quiet room. She turned back to her client, her eyes glancing at me multiple times as she finishes her job and gives the card to the man in front of her and just as she was able, she rounded the counter and almost ran to me, her eyes asking so many questions just as she reached me, her hand on my shoulder, eyes soft.

"Are you ok? Oh my God Helen! You leave for a week and you come back in pieces! What happened?" She asked, the last one addressed to Abel which was holding me upright.

"We'll talk later about that, it's not that bad." I say as I saw Abel at a loss, scrambling for words.

"Helen..." She started, but decided to leave it for the time being, prioritising getting me to one of the chairs on the lobby.

"To more important matters now Olivia. I need to talk to Mr .Damiano on 10th." I say, not missing the grimance Abel did as he heard me.

Olivia glanced at the man, then at me,confused for a second. "I thought you knew... Mr. Damiano and his associates left earlier today in a hurry. They said something about a wedding I believe." She informed us, my anger fueled once more by every word she got out

That wedding is in more than a week. They wouldn't be in such a hurry to get back in Italy for at least a week unless something happened.

There are 3 scenarios I find probable right now:

1. Something has happened in Italy that needs his personal assistance

2. He just up and left because he was tired of my shit

3. He's running away from a confrontation with me.

Knowing Dante and seeing how he reacts to anything concerning me, I must say that the last seems more plausible than he others.

I glare at Abel and demand answers silently, with him squirming under my gaze.

"Well... Ele- Helen... I can explain..."

"No you can't. Dante can and he will. Give me your phone. Now." I say calmly, but when he didn't make a move, I stared him down until he sighed and fished his phone out of his pocket.

"I'm not going to let you speak to him. I'll only pass on a message " he got out, keeping the device well out of my reach. "Now, what do you want me to say?" He asked, the phone already calling the man.

I thought about it and just as Dante picked up, I've made up my mind.

"Tell him exactly what I say." I speak up, making sure Abel understood and as he nodded, I spoke again "Stop being a little prick and answer my calls. If you won't, I'll get myself a ticket to Italy and find your Italian ass and make you listen to me whether you like it or not"

Abel hesitated at first, but got the message across, dodging the insults I've thrown in there, translating my words into a more polite language.

He nodded a couple of times, glancing at me worriedly occasionally as he listened to what Dante was saying.

"And I expect him to be here by Nick's wedding. He said he'll accompany me to the event." I add, Abel complying to my request.

"He said he'll try to make it to the wedding" he said hesitantly, not sure if to say that to me or not.

I nod, one last piece of calm hanging to my boiling anger. At least he'll be here in a week. I'll get everything out of him then.

I won't let him run away again.