The Italian Mob

Chapter 12

    “Why do you care?”

    “For my own reasons”

    He left with the sketch book, I wasn’t sure what to think. Maybe it was the fact of the stabbing, like I was thinking about killing him, or maybe he felt the same about me. I wasn’t going to ask, I was pretty sure I was going to be killed. I had to find a way out of this place before they did kill me. I looked around and then back to the try with the knife Eran had left sitting there, I slid down in the seat trying to use my foot to pull it closer to me. I had slid down even more to get my foot behind it, I tried to as much as possible and finally got it. I carefully pulled it over and used my mouth to grab it, then leaned over my shoulder and dropped the knife, catching it with ease. 

    I sawed at the ropes until I was able to snap them, I then untied my feet and slowly went to the door. I peeked through the window of the door to see if anyone was coming. I still had the knife till I needed it, I looked one more time and sure enough here came the same guy from yesterday. I hid behind the door till he opened it, then slammed the door into him knocking him off balance. I grabbed the tray and slammed it into his face and kept hitting him as hard as I could till his face was full of blood. I then ran down the hall and up the stairs till I got to the door, I slowly opened it to see if it was safe for me to go out in the open. 

    I ran out and into the woods, I didn’t stop running till my legs gave out, fall onto the ground. I could hear traffic not far, if only I could make it there and flag someone down. I slowly got up and walked to the road, a car was coming and started to wave my hands. They stopped thankfully, I asked then if I could use their phone as they drove me to a hotel. They kept asking me if I was sure and didn’t want to go to the hospital. I finally got a hold of CSI headquarters and told them what had happened. They told me they would send someone with a passport and money for the hotel with clothes along with a plain ticket for the next day. 

    I was met at the front door with someone with a bag, I grabbed and kept walking to the hotel desk, opened the bag and grabbed the card that had money for the room. After I got the key I went up and pulled everything out of the bag, the plain ticket was for eight am. The clothes also came with a wig and makeup, a new Identity for the moment, a passport with the name Betty Wallis. The same name that was on the credit card, I didn’t care as long as I got out of here. I got some food ordered to the room and took a shower to clean up, the tub was filled with bloody water. 

    I looked into the mirror and was glad they got me makeup to cover this up, bruises all over my face and used some of the med stuff in the bag to patch up the gun wound and cuts. I stitched myself up as best I could, drinking some of the alcohol from the mini bar. I knew it was a bad idea to drink but I needed it, after the beating I took. A knock came to the door, I went to the peep hole to see who it was, I opened it slowly to see the food he was holding. I let him to set it down, after he set it down and tried to hit me, I ducked kicking his feet, knocking him to the floor. I then went over and grabbed a towel, he pulled out a knife swinging, fighting with what I had. I wrapped it around the knife, pulling him over my back and then wrapping the towel around his neck. I didn’t let go till he stopped moving, I made sure to hold it a little longer to make sure he was dead. 

    I dragged him to the bathroom putting his body in the bathtub, I went to the bed with the food after washing my hands and ate, then to bed. I didn’t feel bad about what I had done and wasn’t sure if that was bad or not, but I didn’t care. I fell asleep a little while later, and had the same dream as before, this time I didn't wake up screaming or crying, instead I just woke up laying there. Nothing was the same, I knew that, but now it felt different. I had failed my mission because of someone ratting me out. I waited till it was six am to get dressed and do my makeup, the wig was the difficult part. I knew how to put them on but never had to till now, I finally got it situated and ready to go. I threw the bloody clothes in the dumpster behind the hotel and started going to the airport for my flight. 

    I got through security and on to the plain, the flight was hours long till I finally made it back to Washington. I knew I would be safe now, or hoped, thinking they wouldn’t follow me. I got a cab to headquarters, and took off the wig once I stepped inside. Mickel welcomed me back, he was a welcome sight, I instantly got a smile on my face. He walked me to the office where the bosses were waiting for me, they told me to sit down and got right to it.

    “What gave you away?”

    “Apparently someone had tried to break in the night before they took me in the hell room and told them I was CSI. They killed him so I don’t know who.”

    “What happened next?”

    “Well they tortured me, but I didn't give them anything.”

    “How do we know?”

    “Well I don’t know who you already have in there, but ask them. There were cameras in the room I was in. Maybe you could ask them.”

    “We will, till then we have a house for you to stay in with some others to watch you.”

    “You got it.”

    “Can we see your wounds?”

    I stood up and lifted my shirt, then wiped my face a wet napkin so they could see. They looked horrified. I told them I stitched them the best I could and told them about the gun shot. After they had what they wanted and took pictures, Mickel led me out of the room and had others escort me to the lobby till he could get there. Once he came down I told him I didn’t know if they would try to follow me, he nodded and led me to a car right outside. He opened the door for me and then got in the driver seat, he looked very serious after I told him I didn’t know if they would come for me. 

    “Are you ok?”

    “Yea, just sorry I got you into this mess.”

    “You didn’t, I agreed.”

    “This wouldn’t have happened if I didn’t come back for you.”

    “If it wasn’t me, then it would have been someone else. At least there is the other guy. Besides who was the other person they had in there?”

    “I can’t tell you that.”

    “But you know?”

    “Yes”

    We got right outside the city and pulled up to a nice house, with a lot of yard and a garden. He let me out and led me inside, showing me around the house, there were two bed rooms and the one I was staying in already had clothes that would fit me. He took me to the kitchen and told me to sit down. He then grabbed a med kit and told me to take off my shirt, I did and he softly cleaned up the cuts more than what I could. I was grateful but wondered why this house and who’s was it. He told me it was his home and told me all about the family he had and who they died. He had a little boy that died of cancer and a wife that died because he failed a mission, they had followed him home killing her, she was pregnant with their little girl. 

    “What do you think of me?”

    “Well, I have been there since you were 16, I guess I see you as my daughter. Is that ok?”

    “Yes”