One To Remember - Pt. 3 (Patreon)

My head is pounding.

"Yeah it's her. Imagine what he'll give up to get her back." I let out a groan, as my vision comes to. There's a bag over my head. It smells awful wherever I am. And my hands are bound tightly to a chair.

I immediately begin to panic, and start screaming. Except my mouth is taped shut.

"She's up." I hear shuffling and footsteps before the bag is yanked off of my head. I blink trying to deter the harsh light.

"Wakey wakey." My eyes adjust to a man that I've never seen before. He looks dirty. and his hair is receding.

"Don't worry cupcake. All we need are a few negotiations, and then we'll send you home to your family. " HE laughs. But I know he's lying. He's going to get what he wants, and kill me. This is exactly what my father warned me about. This is why he always wants me with a guard. Tears fill my eyes as I think about my family. I'll probably never see them again. And Luciano. How will he live with the guilt of knowing he dropped me off without security, because I lied to him? How could I have been so selfish and careless?

"Aww don't cry sweetheart. We'll keep you company." A man says out of nowhere. Another begins walking towards me.

"I think she's kinda cute when she's scared." I want to vomit.

"If that's what you prefer." His friend says. He glares me down, and puts his fingers through my hair.

"I think it is now," he laughs. I begin struggling, and screaming, wishing more than anything my Dad would show up, and kill these men. Or my brother. They always are there to protect us, but because of my stupidity, they don't even know where I am.

I hear the sound of a zipper, and my heart collides against my ribcage. The man places his hand on top of my head grabbing a fistful of my locks.

"Now. If you bite me, I'll break your leg. Got it?" I'm hyperventilating at this point. Out of nowhere, a gunshot rings out and the man in front of me collapses in pain.

"What the fuck!" Someone cries out. I can't see who it is or where they are, but I am only hoping they're from my fathers side, not some other crazy person that wants me for ransom.

When I look up, I nearly collapse in relief. 

Marco.

He puts his guns away, and walks towards me. He begins undoing my bonds, and without warning yanks the tape from my mouth. I groan in pain. He inspects my face and body for injuries, and finally speaks.

"Can you stand," he says. I nod my head, slowly. He helps me up.

"How did you know where to find me?" I ask. He only shrugs.

"I was around," he says.

"Did my father send you?" I ask. He pauses only briefly.

"Yes," he says. I pause when I hear the man that was about to do terrible things to me groaning. I look at Marco.

"Do you have a blade?" I ask. He looks uneasy, but nods his head. I hold my hand out.

"May I borrow it please."

* * * * *

"Thank God you're safe!" My mother engulfs me, and my father does the same. Luciano even sheds a tear.

"I'm fine, if it weren't for you sending Marco, I'd be done for," I say. My Dad pauses and looks at me.

"What?" he says. He looks genuinely confused. But it doesn't last because my mother is scolding me. The scolding doesn't even last long, because they notice something in my coat. I had to take it off to carry it.

"Cat, what is that?" My mother asks. But I look to my father.

"Dad I have to show you something," I say. He looks like he wants to protest, but tells me to follow him anyway.

"Ok but after this you're going to the hospital," he says. I nod my head, ad begin undoing the ties of the coat. I set it atop his table, and let the jacket fall around it, revealing the head of the man. My father doesn't gasp or anything. He just stares. Then he looks at me.

"Sixteen is too far away. I want to learn now," I say.

One Week Later

I step outside, and pause when I see Marco. He's standing by the door, standing guard. He's in a suit and everything which means my dad chose him from training. And at a young age too. I pause next to him, and look at the other guard.

"Can you leave us for a second?" I ask. He nods and makes his way a few feet in the opposite direction . Marco doesn't crack a smile or anything. His expression is the same as he stares me down.

"I never got the chance to thank you for saving me," I say.

"So thank you." I look up and he nods his head, tearing his gaze away from me.

"So it's back to ignoring me, huh?" I ask. He only stares. Not acknowledging my presence.

"By the way, you lied about my dad sending you. So how did you know where I was? Were you following me?" I ask. His gaze travels slowly, and he looks at me. Really looks at me. His gaze travels over my face.

"Maybe, I'm your Angel-khranite." He then faces his gaze back ahead, as if he had never even spoken a word.