CHAPTER TWENTY''FOUR

Elisabeth.

4:30 pm '' Jessica's house. '' New York '' USA.

We chatted for a while, discussing what our lives would be like from now on. As much as my choice is to go back to the boys' mansion, my chest hurts knowing that I will no longer live with my best friend on a daily basis. The two of us have known each other since the time we lived in the orphanage, we were always close and we only distanced ourselves because Jess was lucky to be adopted by a considerably wealthy family, however, the physical distance did not prevent us from keeping in touch and although I was not as lucky as she is, it didn't hurt our friendship at all. That's why we promised each other that nothing will ever change, not even the hardest times.

When I finish packing my bags, I turn my attention to her, who has her arms crossed and her face sullen. I smile.

"Friend, don't be like that. '' I leave the suitcase in the corner of the room and approach her, sitting next to her. “We promise nothing will change between us. We've faced worse breakups than this one.

She lets out a sigh.

“It's just… we should stick together, my friend. We've been away from each other for so long... but that's okay, I understand and I want your happiness above all else. "She pouts and I think it's cute."

"Stop pouting, woman!" Soon, you'll meet a handsome young man and you'll understand what I'm feeling.

She makes a face.

'' Jeez! Never ever! God is more!

I laugh.

'' Dramatic! Come here and give me a hug, come on '' she turns her face to the side. “Jessica, don't make me slap your face.

"Come on, just come!" She challenges me and I roll my eyes.

'' Come on, woman, stop the drama.

“You witch! I laugh and pull her into a hug, kissing her forehead accordingly. “That's very gay.

Bufo.

'' Come on, deny little one. ’ She pats me on the back. "Oh, what an aggressive fagot!"

She rolls her eyes the instant we break away from the hug, I'm going to miss this girl so much again. I leave your house feeling a little sad, after all, it's been three months living together and rescuing our ties, your apartment has become a great home for me and my heart is already feeling the emptiness that will remain in my chest from now on.

When I reach the street, I'm surprised to see Brian waiting for me.

"Didn't I dump you?" ' I ask, approaching him.

"Yes, miss, but Mr. Christopher sent me back.

I roll my eyes.

"Really, that's just like him."

Brian is willing to get my bags and puts everything in the trunk.

I sigh and get in the car, already pulling my seat belt and it doesn't take long for us to start back to the mansion.

I get thoughtful and wonder if, in fact, it's worth going back to these boys. They are overprotective, even too much. Christopher then, it's not even said. Maybe staying with Jess was the only viable alternative.

"Is everything okay, miss?" he asks, studying me through the rearview mirror.

I smile slightly.

“Yes, it is. It's just going to be hard not having my own psychologist anymore.

“I understand, miss. Brian smiles back and then fixes his attention back on the road.

I try to distract myself with my cell phone, looking at some pictures of me with Jessica and remembering the day we took a walk at the zoo. My friend is so clumsy at times, she doesn't even seem to have the elegance she inherited from her adoptive mother. If my aunt knew that, that day, she slipped when she stepped on an elephant's turd, she would probably stick her face in a huge hole.

I laugh, but then startle with fright, giving a high''pitched scream when I hear a shot, which hits the rear window of the car, the bullet almost hitting me.

'' Cum! Miss, get down! '' He starts to accelerate the car.

I try to look back and at a glance, I see two men on a motorbike, both have guns in their hands. Since I have my cell phone in hand, I start looking for Christopher's number, then dialing him.

Calling... Calling... Calling...

“Elisa?” What it was? Missing you already? He answers, in a joking tone.

“C''C''Chris!” I reply, scared.

'' Love? What is happening?

'' T''There are three men… Ahhh! '' I scream terrified when they fire again at the car.

“Damn it, Dylan! They're shooting at her, damn it! I hear him scream.

'' C''C''Chris! I call out to him, shaking with fear.

“We're leaving, my love…” Everything goes silent and I pull the phone away from my ear in exasperation. Shit, that thing shouldn't have unloaded now!

Soon I hear another blast and the car seems to samba on the track, Brian's grunt stands out:

“Damn it, they hit the car tire, holy shit!

The car spins again and I end up banging my head hard on the glass. The pain is so great that my vision immediately blacks out, I barely notice the vehicle turning, and the next thing I know, I see that we are upside down. Brian looks unconscious and suddenly I hear someone rip open the door and I see a pair of black booties in front of me and a male body leaning forward.

"Is she still alive?"

“It is, but if we don't get it out now, we won't deliver it to the master alive.

“What do we do with the guy?”

'' Simple. If he's dead, we kill him again. '' Answers the other voice, laughing.

“N''n''no…Brian…” I whisper weakly.

I yelp in pain as my belt is released and my body slumps against the shards of glass. I'm dragged out of the car and dumped like trash in the middle of the asphalt. I cough hard from the impact and one of them pushes me with the tip of his foot so that I'm on my back.

My bleary eyes fix on the guy in the helmet.

“The master will be delighted to have a bitch like you, in fact I think his shitty lovers will be delighted to know their darling has been kidnapped. '' I laughed like crazy.

Desperate and powerless, I avert my gaze, finding the moment when Brian is pulled out of the car and I hear him grunt in pain.

He is alive!

“B''B''B''Brian. I try to drag myself to him, but the guy kicks me hard in the stomach, making me spit up blood.

“Hey, the boss wants her fucking alive! If you keep hitting her like that, she dies! '' Reprimand the other.

'' It went badly. It's just that looking at her face makes me angry… let's get this over with.

The other man points the gun at Brian's face and shoots him several times, without a hint of pity.

'' No! '' I try, once again, to drag myself to Brian, with tears in my eyes, however, the man steps on my back, keeping me in place and soon I feel a painful prick on the back of my neck, getting confused and erasing sequentially.