Mistakenly Taken

Chapter 9

Rachel sat fidgeting her fingers with nervousness. The huge library had had waxed wooden shelves embedded within the walls but ran a few meter above wooden carpeted ground.

Whoever this person is; he’s too filthy rich to even carpet his library’s wooden floor.

Rachel stilted at the thought as she ran another look at the shelves that squared around all the bright beige engraved walls of the room leaving one space in the middle of the wall for a fire place and a corner for a large wooden door that lead towards the office of the mysterious rich guy she had yet to encounter. Josie had gone inside through the door and sitting at the cornered L-shape turquoise couch right next to the main entrance of the library Rachel could barely makeup any of the murmurs of what they were actually yelling out loud. She looked at the large glass door that seemed to be close and still, at a distance Rachel could sense that there wasn’t any wall besides that door only a simply white concrete railing.

She was sitting static when a man on large automated button wheelchair rolled inside the library. Rachel felt alarmed for a moment but noticed that the guy didn’t even bother to spare her a look and went towards the shelf right across from where Rachel sat and rested his wheelchair facing his back towards her. His hair was metallic grey and shined through the surface of his head’s back. There wasn’t any sign of baldness in the middle of the back of his head but Rachel could already sense that he was pretty old and incapable of lower leg movement as his upper body worked pretty fine. She craned her neck a little up and gawked over his upper body and noticed that there was bulginess of muscle and mass. Old muscle now turned into developing mass due to lack of insufficient activity.

She was that good with her work, only one look at the patient and she was able to tell what the relying root of problem was.

Man craned his chair with a button little higher trying to reach a shelf, his chair stopped reaching its limit. He extended his hand up but failed miserably. He tried a little too hard exerting a much excruciating pain over his sensitive back in the process. Rachel noticed his wrinkling face and distress and stepped ahead, she stood behind him for a moment, thinking for a moment that he doesn’t seem like a guard or a housekeeper so he must be someone important and yet too thick headed to ask for help. She followed his reach towards a book with a white cover that read the label “The Da Vinci Code”. She understood the man’s concern of not asking anyone else.

He must’ve been too self-sufficient and proud of himself to ask from help from anyone. Rachel immediately collected from the situation. she had handled way too many cases to know about the entire situation.

She suppressed a sigh and went ahead, tip toeing and grabbing the book off the shelf. She turned back and gave a look at the guy’s face who seemed like a pretty old man because of the wrinkles that surrounded his eyes and his lip line, the pigmented spots over his tanned skin showed his age too. His pointed nose and sharp jawline emphasized on his grace in young age.

He mumbled in Spanish earning a confusing look from Rachel who was trying to make out whether he is Greek, Spanish, Mexican or something else. He gave Rachel another look, noticing her Caucasian looks and understood the language she would communicate in.

“I was about to get that book for myself.” He rudely interrupted at her, in thick Spanish accent.

She made an innocent face, tightly pursing her lips together, “Oh! I didn’t know, you wanted it. I had getting it go myself. But I have read it anyways, here you can have it.” She offered him slumpishly knowing that her careless attitude would definitely make him have the book.

He gave Rachel a keen look head to toe and finally grabbed the book. “You don’t look from around here.” He pointed at her.

“Well, that’s very sharp observation.” She laughed at him earning a scoffing look from him. “No, I don’t. Mr. Alejandro Santiago had called for me.” She told him without knowing what else to say.

“Oh then good luck to you.” He scoffed at her scaring her insides as she looked at him with disbelief.

He simply rolled off his wheels and went outside the room. Rachel couldn’t help but think that the place was filled with weird people. One after the other one, people popped out of nowhere and behaved in the most indescribably ridiculous ways.

Soon the large door in the corner opened up which as Rachel saw the silhouette a tall man walking out which made her freak out and jump towards the shelf and stood facing it.

“I am telling you, I shall not tolerate this.” Josie spoke out loud yelling scaring Rachel to her core as she stood firm facing the shelf.

She hadn’t seen Josie’s angry phase and this seemed like the time when it was happening and it only terrified Rachel to the least.

The man who has hundreds of people abducting other people, owns a filthy rich place on a private island and has his wooden floors carpeted and this woman is yelling at him… the only thing happening is I am getting boiled for a feast for these people on an island in some cult festival tonight.

“Now where the hell did she go?” Josie yelled out loud making Rachel shriek at her spot but she stood firm, squinting her eyes shut and looking right into the void of books in front of her. she was too preoccupied by thoughts that she couldn’t even give a second thought to what was really in front of her.

“That is because…” Rachel heard a different voice, a much heavier, impenetrable once which seemed to be vibrated right out of the larynx. A male voice.

“No! don’t you try to reason with me.” Josie yelled at him sternly again and stormed right out of the library.

As she heard the sound of doors clicking close, Rachel sighed turning over he feet but her breath caught in her throat, her heart flipped summersaults and her guts knotted tight. She felt her feet lightened as she saw an extremely gorgeous man, tall; almost 6 feet and 3inches, sharp jawline that could made her fingers bleed like a sharp blade, a Greek God crafted pointy nose and the darkness of a blue ocean in the orbs of his eyes looking right into hers, piercing right into her soul.

She gulped down hard excessing his dark locks that stood smoothly, waving at a steady place. He wore a button up suit shirt which had its few front buttons open, giving a heavenly access to his chiseled chest. By just the look of it Rachel could tell that his tight shirt hugged an extremely contoured pair of abs.

The way his nerves popped out of his forearms that were bare from the shirt that he rolled up till his sleeves was giving Rachel even more anxiety. She tried roaming her gaze away, looking down at the ground, shyly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“What the f**k?” she heard the guy yell out loud making her shrill and look at him as he stormed back into the office, loudly closing the door behind him.

This place is full of crazy people.