Phobia of heights

Roberto was set to go, he was dressed in a blue Dolce & Gabbana Tuxedo with its fixed but not tight trousers.

It was the perfect match.

He wore a white inner shirt and a Glossy Derby shoe.

He checked himself out and what he loved the most was his Brunette hair.

He was loving the pompadour haircut. His short boxed beard was the perfect fit for his haircut. His lips curved slowly into an enigmatic smile before he stepped away from the mirror.

He walked out of the room with his hands buried in his pocket. Vincenzo was seated in the living room for him.

As soon as he got to the living room, Vincenzo stood up and gave a slight bow. He was ready to go.

“The helicopters are waiting,” Vincenzo uttered and I gave him a nod.

“Greta?” he asked coldly.

“She is in the car already.” Vincenzo retorted.

“And the others? Where are they?” he asked and Vincenzo creased his brows.

Roberto never mentioned anything about them to him.

“They are still locked up in the room, you never said anything about them,” Vincenzo reported.

“Get them out of there, they would be going on the mission with us.” Roberto told and Vincenzo nodded.

Though he was confused about why his boss had made such a decision, he wasn’t bold enough to raise any more questions.

The men got to work and headed to the room they had locked Martina and Caterina. They met them sitting on the floor where they had let them.

Their eyes widened as soon as they saw the men approach them. What was it this time?

They lifted them by the hand and dragged them to the living room, Martina and Caterina didn’t bother struggling with them. They were too weak.

Their stomachs grumbled as they were dragged down the hallway. They got to the living room and Martina looked at Roberto.

He had a familiar facial expression but a different look. He looked hotter.

Martina looked away from him showing him nothing but an angry facial expression. They led them both outside the house and to the car.

“Where are they taking us to now?” Caterina asked looking at Martina who was also blank. She had no answers to Caterina’s question.

“I have no idea, Caterina. All we can do is hope that he is going to kill us.” Martina responded. Catering scoffed as they pushed them violently into the car.

“We aren’t even struggling with you and yet you still push us? What kind of humans are you?!” Martina barked glaring at the men that threw them into the car.

They gave her no reply, instead, they walked away. Martina spat in rage, and when she looked up she saw Roberto walking out of the house.

He looked in her direction and she seized the opportunity. She raised her right hand and gave him the middle finger.

“F**k you.” She whispered with a grave smile. Roberto clenched his jaw as he was able to read the lips from where he stood.

Martina gave him an evil smirk before looking away. She looked at Caterina and saw she wasn’t looking happy.

Martina wasn’t surprised, she wasn’t also happy.

“Isn’t death better than this suffering?” Caterina muttered. She wanted to wake up from her nightmares, but it wasn’t possible. It was reality.

“You can’t think like that. We are going to get out of this mess.” Martina asserted.

“Is that promised? Can you promise me that?” Caterina asked and Martina shook her head sadly.

Nothing was promised at that point.

“We don’t even know what they have done to Greta. I haven’t seen her this morning.” Caterina mumbled.

Martina’s eyes widened and she peeped outside the window. She tried looking for Greta but she couldn't spot any traces of her.

“This must not be what I am thinking.”

The driver ignited the engine and they began to move. Caterina rested her head on the car seat and her head moved according to the movement of the car.

Martina kept her eyes on the road, she was blank. She wanted to think of something, maybe a way to escape but she was too hungry. She just wanted to eat.

“Aren’t you hungry?” Martina asked Caterina and before she could answer, her stomach gave Martina a response.

“Hey!” Martina yelled hitting the front seat of the car. The driver looked back at her from the interior mirror, and one of Roberto’s men that sat in front turned to look at her.

“Can’t you just shut up?” He asked in frustration.

“You can’t tell me what to do okay?...” She scoffed rolling her tongue.

“Look at you, you are an escort and you are acting like you own the world. You are the same as us okay? You are a slave! He bosses you around, you have no standard so it would be less humiliating if you stop acting stupid!” Martina barked.

Roberto’s man became so angry, but he dared not touch her. He looked forward to thinking of what to do to shut her up. He couldn’t do anything without Roberto’s consent.

He touched the earphone in his ear and spoke up;

“Boss she wouldn’t stop yelling.” He uttered in anger. Caterina looked at Martina and after a very long time, Caterina smiled. She felt so proud of Martina for putting the escort in his place.

“Hey, you donkey! Get us something to eat! We are starving!” Martina yelled again. She was fully aware he was talking to Roberto, and she wanted him to hear her yell.

“Let them starve,” Robert responded and disconnected the EarPods. He removed them from his ears and threw them away.

Vincenzo quickly picked up the EarPods that fell on the car floor and put it inside his suit’s breast pocket.

“We wouldn’t be returning to Berlin, after the mission we will move to America,” Roberto told and Vincenzo looked at him.

“America? With the girls?” He asked and Roberto shook his head.

“With the girl… Martina.” He responded.

“And Caterina?” Vincenzo asked, Roberto, shot him a deadly look and Vincenzo clenched his jaw and bent his head.

“I am yet to decide what I am going to do with her.” He replied and Vincenzo gulped. He nodded and looked out of the window.

“Please don’t tell me you are going to kill her too.” Vincenzo thought as he kept his gaze on this stress, watching the people go on with their daily activities.

***

” So? Are we getting something to eat or not?” Martina further questioned but they kept mute.

“Pathetic lowlives.” She cursed underneath her breath. She sat up and rested her back on the seat.

She looked at Caterina and saw she had a straight face, her eyes were out of the window but she wasn’t looking at anything in particular. She was lost in thought.

Martina heaved a sigh and placed her hand on Caterina’s thighs. She smiled reassuringly but Caterina didn’t bother to look at her.

Martina closed her eyes to take a quick nap but then the car stopped moving. She opened her eyes and she saw they were there. It was another Heliport.

“What is with him and Helicopters?” Martina asked herself. They sat still in the car and watched what was going to happen next.

The escort that sat in front walked to the back, opened the door at Martina’s side and pulled her mouth.

“Most you pull me out? Did I tell you I can’t walk?” she asked yanking her arm from him.

The driver opened the door for Caterina but Caterina refused to get up. It was as if she didn’t know they had gotten to their destination.

Martina looked at Caterina worriedly and walked to the other side. The men looked at Roberto for an order, maybe to stop her or even kill them but Roberto gave non and they all kept still.

Tears rolled down Caterina’s eyes, her stomach was beginning to hurt badly. She felt she was going to collapse soon.

“Caterina I need you to stay strong. Please, for me.” Martina said to her. Caterina shook her head and began to weep.

She couldn’t go on.

“We need to move now Caterina, if we don’t he could kill us.” Martina further warned hoping Caterina was going to come with her.

She pulled Caterina to her carefully and Caterina laid all her weight on her. This weighed Martina down but she endured.

She helped Caterina out of the car and placed her feeble arms around her neck. Martina let Caterina lean on her as they moved away from the car.

Martina looked up and saw about four helicopters, they were arranged serially, the numbers were boldly written on them. Not only the numbers, but Roberto’s name was also on seen written boldly on them.

She wasn’t amazed at their gigantic sizes, it wasn’t the first time of her seeing one.

“Am I going to fly in that?” Martina thought in terror. Her phobia of heights was going to disgrace her again. This time in the presence of her worse enemy, Roberto.

Some of Roberto’s men led the ladies to Helicopter three. The number “3” was written boldly on it.

There was a ladder at the door of the helicopter and the men asked them to walk in.

Martina could hear her heart thumping as she stared into the helicopter. It was horrific.

She was aware that she had to get into the helicopter with Caterina in time before they were rough-handled.

“Caterina I need you to walk now.” Martina said to Caterina. Caterina tried to stand on her own but Martina held her still.

She helped her climb into the helicopter, guiding ever step she took.

They finally sat in the helicopter, Martina quickly buckled Caterina’s seat belt. She sat and did the same to herself.

She peeped out through the window, her heart was still beating very fast.

Suddenly, she saw Greta and some men walk to another helicopter. She looked closely and saw it had the number two written on it.

“Caterina, she is not dead! Greta is alive, I just saw her.” Martina uttered in excitement. She looked at Caterina and saw she wasn’t even concerned anymore.

Martina’s excitement was flushed down the drain immediately. There was nothing exciting about the whole situation.

After some minutes, the pilots got to work. Martina had began to sleep, but when she felt the helicopter move, she shook back to reality.

She held onto her thighs fiercely and her eyes broadened. She kept her head straight, she didn’t want to look outside the helicopter door.

“Can’t we close the doors?” Martina grunted, but the two men at the back with her didn’t pay her any attention. One of them sat at her right hand, and another at Caterina’s left hand.

The helicopter finally took off from the ground and it began to tilt.

Martina reached for Caterina’s hand with her left hand and held her right hand. They held each other and shut their eyes.

Martina clasped her lips together trying not to scream. Martina’s loose and unkempt hair flew in the air as the wind rushed in through the doors.

The tilting continued and Martina couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ahhhh!!” She screamed.