Chapter 2.
It was morning and I was lying on my stone cold metal bed, Brendan was lying on the floor using his jacket as a blanket. I looked a Brendan, at the bruises on his body, at the cuts. They were torturing him. But why?
‘What’s up Carly?’ he croaked.
‘Nothing Brendan.’ Some men opened the cell door and pointed at both of us.
‘Oi, sorry to break up the chit-chat but the boss needs you.’ The one speaking grabbed me by my colour then handed me a dress. ‘Put this on.’
Brendan wasn’t so fortunate; instead he was dragged out the room screaming ‘I will never tell!’ ‘It isn’t for me to tell!’ I stood staring at him whilst holding the dress.
‘Get on with it!’ the guard said. I coughed ‘ahem’ and pointed at myself then at the guard, telling him to go away. They all left and I changed in silence. I wanted to know how this man new me, I didn’t recognise him. How did he have Brendan.
I knocked on the door about 10 minutes later and the guard came over. He took one look at me and did a wolf whistle. ‘Just let me out ok?’ he nodded at me and opened the door and lead me to the car park.
‘Miss Carlotta, nice of you to... accompany me.’ The mystery man said. ‘In the car please.’ I sat in the car and saw Brendan. In a suit. Brendan. In a suit. I did a double take on him.
‘Surprised? Me too Carly.’ He seemed cleaner than before. Maybe they cleaned him up? ‘Nice dress, you never dressed up for me’ he said in a sarcastic yet funny way.
‘Yeah well, you weren’t exactly perfect either.’ He laughed. Then the man sat down.
‘Don’t stop just because I am here.’ He insisted.
We drove in silence but when we arrived Brendan and I gasped. ‘Shut your mouths you two’ he said. We followed him in and he checked us in. We sat down and I made a note to remember the waiters name; Rico.
‘Lobster with the sour cream sauce and champagne please’ I answered to Rico.
‘I suppose you are wondering who I am. And why I brought you here.’
‘And why you kidnapped my friend’ I mumbled.
‘I had no other way of getting you here.’ He responded. Brendan chuckled then sighed.
‘Anyway’ Brendan said.
‘Ah yes, anyway I am Mr Ivan Viktor Yury. Perhaps you’ve heard of me?’ We both nodded. Terrified. ‘I brought Brendan because he has some vital information we need. You are here because I know you. I know that you’ve had experience in theft, murder and escape.’ That was when for the first time I saw Yuri without his gloves on. ‘Everyone knows about why I wear these dreadfully uncomfortable gloves.’ His hands were as white as snow with black blotches and red knuckles.
He started to explain how this happened when Brendan got up and excused himself to the loo. Then he winked at me and left the building.
2 hours passed when Yuri paid the bill and left the building. I followed him but he was gone. He had left me. ‘You gonna stand there all night?’ I turned and saw Brendan leaning against the wall of the restaurant. He smiled at me and came over. He saw I was angry and hurt. ‘What’s wrong?’ his voice was full of sympathy.
‘I had to sit for 3 hours with the most evil man in the world who should be in prison, now I have to walk god knows how many miles to get home! So don’t ask me “what’s wrong?”’ I quoted his voice with sarcasm, he sensed it and sighed.
‘Carly, I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d’ I gestured my hand at him. He looked genuinely sorry. But I couldn’t afford to waste time. I pulled out my phone. Wait. I felt all my pockets. Of course. AH! Why was I so stupid! I walked over to Brendan, leant forward kissed him, he kissed back of course. I reached my hand down to his jacket pocket and pulled out his phone. ‘Hey! Carly! Come back! Come on!’ He chased me for about three blocks then stopped.
I dialled the Taxi service number on the card I kept in my hair clip. ‘Hello? How long will it take for you to get to...to... ummm’ I looked around for a street name.
‘We GPS phones if you are lost.’ A voice said.
‘Brilliant.’
‘Let me just put you on hold.’ Some olden time music came on so I sat on a bench I found earlier. ‘We will be approximately five more minutes, I am very sorry for the wait.’
‘It’s fine’ I relaxed my shoulders knowing I would be home in, hopefully, 20 minutes most.
When the taxi eventually arrived, it was 10pm. I saw it and dragged myself over to it. I checked the driver. Not one of Yuri’s men. Good. I jumped in the back and fastened my seatbelt. We drove and drove for what seemed like miles, and when we finally arrived I was fast asleep. The driver sighed.
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