Chapter 57
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"For a matter of fact, I would have only tipped Mark off about your location and not come, but when you mentioned my bambino's name, I had no choice but to come." Alessandro added as he leered at James.
Lost for words I turned my head to look at James. "What did you do James?" My voice came out like a restrained low whisper; the muscle under my eye twitching like crazy.
Being overpowered by my demeanor James averted his eyes nervously from me, letting out a small cough. "I may or may not have slept with h-"
"You fucking slept with a Mafia boss!?" I raised my voice.
"It was a onetime thing!" James yelled defending himself.
"And look what that 'one time' did!" I exasperated as I threw my arms in the air.
"What difference would it have made? The Chess Player would have still arrived here with or without Alessandro. Or should I say Mr. Moore?" James spat Mark's name out in disgust. "To think that our Co-CEO is a serial killer."
Mark smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "And to think that you are going to be killed by him." He quipped.
James narrowed his eyes in to two slits, glowering at Mark as the silence made its way in to the room.
Groaning dejectedly I covered my face with my hands. Seriously what's with this situation? I had hoped that even if Mark did come here alone, that we would be somehow able to overpower him or something, but now we have to worry about not one but two deranged men!
I know that James is pretty agile from what I saw on that night, but compared to those two hulks he is just a flimsy boy. It's like two small kittens trying to go against a panther and lion. We have no chance!
"April." Mark boomed breaking the silence. "I am giving you one last chance, come here. If you come here I will let that idiot live. Refuse and he's dead."
His appeal was tempting for the me who had lost hope. If I listen to him then we will be able to leave here without any bloodshed, but ignoring him means that one or more people will die including me if James shoots me.
I groaned inwardly. 'What a mess.'
"It's game over kitten. We have played enough." He stretched out his arm. "Let's go home." He crooned.
A feeling of defeat washed over me and my shoulders slumped down as I sighed resigned. 'Time to go back to the basement I guess. There's still some DVD's left for me to watch. Thank God he has all my favorite ones.' I thought trying to feel somewhat optimistic.
Biting hard on my bottom lip, I took slow trembling steps towards Mark. Seeing me move to him Mark's smile broadens.
"H-Hey!" James called out trying to hamper me from moving any further.
A sudden flash and a horrendous sound tore through the room almost destroying my ear dreams.
A scream erupted from my mouth as I stopped mid-step and quailed; going in to a crouching position. When I looked up through my hazy gaze again, the ringing sound of the shot still prominent in my ears, Alessandro had James in an impeccable hold and the barrel of a 38 revolver laid on the ground together with James's gun.
I carefully stood up again and stumbled back to the window, finding it difficult to find steady feet.
Mark cursed under his breath and yelled at Alessandro in blind rage who didn't seem remorseful as he was busy keeping a struggling James in check.
As they were bantering with each other a sudden gust of wind carrying copper colored leaves made its way past me in to the room, slightly grazing my cheeks. I peered over my shoulders and saw the beautiful sun slowly disappearing in to the horizon. Its orange rays enveloping a big tree that was positioned in front of the window at a decent distance.
It was as if the heavens had blessed it with a big halo and at the same time a new way out for me. A smile played on my lips and my eyes were shimmering with a newfound hope.
"Baby, are you okay?" Mark's voice that was laced with worry and care made me look at his handsome face. "Lets go home so that we can get a better look at your ears, okay?" he stretched out his hand again for me to grab.
In response I shook my head with a never fading grin. "But it's not game over yet."
He grimaced. "What do you mean not 'over yet'? I already told you that it was over."
With a Cheshire like smile I turned around and leaned against the window. "Not until you catch me." I crooned sweetly.
Creases between his eyebrows appeared as he frowned confused at me; pondering what I meant. His face features then slowly relaxed and his eyes broadens as the realization washed over him. He dashes for me, but he was already too late.
I leaped through the window.
*Bambino = Baby
