28. Taken - Part Four

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Chapter 28 song quote:

"I was the night in shining armor in your movie.
I put your lips on mine and loved the aftertaste."
~ All Time Low by Jon Bellion

HARLOW

The next morning was normal. He fed me pancakes for breakfast which was actually hot this time. I refused to take his orange juice and I told him it was because I had grown allergic, but really it was because he could've drugged it for all I knew. Think I'd actually trust that bastard?

I heard a loud bang outside, and I swear I almost shat myself. I slowly got up, cursing myself for what I was about to do.

I'd never seen anything outside my room. I just knew I wasn't in a warehouse. I was in a real house. A very dark and creepy one at that. I figured the first room I was in was the basement, and now I'm in a bedroom.

I opened the door and my eyes widened in horror. This was so not a house.

It was a hospital-like industrial factory, that looked like a slaughterhouse. It smelled of blood and smoke, with dry blood on the floor.

There were two garage doors down the hall, and I could see they were opening. Men in black suits and black motorbike helmets that covered their face walked in with guns, pointing out the place.

"What are you doing?" I heard him say angrily behind me. I gasped and turned around. He grabbed my arm and pushed me back inside and threw me against the wall. "You know you're not supposed to leave this room. I was clear about that wasn't I?"

I gulped and he yelled again, slapping me backhanded. "Wasn't I?!"

"Yes!"

"Yes, what?"

I gulped again. "Yes, master."

He looked at my wrapped up leg and roughly pulled the cloth from my leg and I screamed in pain. The bleeding started up again.

He walked out and shut the door. But he forgot to lock it.

Despite his bitchiness about it, I ran out of the room and where the men in suits were, who were now searching the place.

As soon as I reached the end of the hallway, I recognized them all. The Italian Mafia.

I showed myself, waving my arms frantically. I didn't care that I was just in sexy underwear only. "I'm right here, help!" I fell on my knees, my leg started to hurt horribly and it was gushing blood almost. I started to feel dizzy, as if I'd faint at any moment.

One of the men ran to me and took off his helmet. "Thank God, angel."

He wrapped some medical tape around my leg tightly and I winced. "I'm sorry, baby." As soon as he was finished he wrapped me in his arms.

Like in my nightmare, I started to cry. "Shh, do not cry. Please." He whispered, kissing the crown of my head. He helped me stand up.

"I told you I'd save you whenever you needed it. But I'm sorry it took so long."

"No, it's fine. You're here now." I got on my tip toes to kiss him but he put his fingers on my lips.

"Not yet. I have to handle some business."

"Cristiano, it's not a 'knight in shining armor' save, if you don't kiss the girl in the end." I pouted.

He smiled gently kissed my lips, but I craved more. I pulled away, doing what he said earlier.

"See? I'll always be there for you."

"No, you won't." Francisco appeared from behind a wall, an AK-47 in his hand. Come on. "You just want her for power. And that's exactly what you get when you marry her."

"Shut up, you don't know what your talking about." Cristiano hugged my waist tightly.

"Really? So, you're not in it for power? You actually love her?"

"Shut the fuck up." Cristiano let me go and cocked his handgun.

"No, if you're not just using her, then tell her you love her. Look my princess in the eyes, and say 'I love you'." He shouted.

"I said, shut up! I'm not in it for the damn power, and not for that either! I-I don't know!" Cristiano ran his hand through his hair and his neck twitched a little. "Stop screwing with my head! Stop trying to make me hurt her! She knows, I know that I'm a fucking broken basket case. I can't love, okay? I can't be purely happy! We've all assessed this already. We've all fucking cried about it. So stop bringing it up!" He yelled, making me flinch.

"Exactly. That's your problem. You can't love. I don't see an effort, though. I don't see your effort to make it alright. Your effort to change it." Francisco was really pushing it.

I could tell Cristiano was running on tenfold stress with no sleep. He was more twitchy than usual, and he stuttered sometimes, and talked fast like he was crazy.

"Now go home, Romano. She's with me. We've sealed the deal. Past few weeks have been great back together. Sex every night, awesome. She didn't utter your name not one time."

And that pushed him over the edge of crazy. It all happened in a flash. One gunshot, one angry man, and one wounded man.

Francisco was holding his shoulder, grunting with pain. Two more gunshots, one in his stomach, and one in his lower abdomen. He fell to the ground.

"F-fucking bastard." Cristiano uttered, his right eye twitching.

"He raped me 13 times." I whispered, making him look at me.

"So? I heard you enjoyed it." A voice said behind me.

I turned around. "What?"

"Hey, baby. Miss me?" Natasha circled around him, her hand brushing his neck and shoulders. Sneaky son of a--

"Hey! Watch your damn hands. I knew you were complete bullshit when you gave me my CAT beeper."

"Harlow, I was serious when I said I wanted him to save you."

"Then why are you touching him?" I squinted when I saw something appear from behind her back. A gun.

She pointed it at me and automatically, Cristiano pulled me behind me. I pulled away from him and he gave me a look. "I wanted him to witness your death. I wanted him to witness the day we'd be able to be together again. Now get out of the way!" She screeched.

"Look, you're okay-looking and all, but see, what we had two years ago, will stay two years ago. I don't know what it's gonna take to get that through your thick skull." Cristiano rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"You wouldn't say that if she was standing there! No! You, love me! You said it yourself! And I love you too!" Her voice started to break and her tears turned white because of her caked makeup. She kept the gun pointed at me, but she was shaking.

"Natasha Petrov, drop the gun, hands in the air!" Dominic, Zach and some others pointed their guns at her.

She looked around and focused on me again. "No! I have to."

I put my hands up. "Natasha, no. You don't have to do this. We can work something out at least." I lied. "We can just talk it out, okay? Well get through this. Just put the gun down slowly. You don't have to hurt anybody."

She began to put it down but she hesitated. She tried again but didn't drop it. "I-I have to." She whispered as she aimed at me and pulled the trigger.

It all happened to fast. There was a sharp burning pain and I wanted to scream but I couldn't. Cristiano ran and tackled Natasha to the ground and yelled something to the men, before running to cradle me in his arms.

A cold tear fell down my cheek. He was yelling something at me but I couldn't hear anything. I couldn't feel anything.

And soon enough, I couldn't see anything.

**

CRISTIANO
**Before all this happened**

We slowly opened the garage doors to the address she coded on the beeper. It was a slaughterhouse industrial factory that smelled of nothing but blood.

We walked inside and we had our men search the place. "Okay, started on the bottom level, she's here somewhere." I ordered and they nodded, but before they have a chance to move, a little broken angel makes herself noticeable.

She waved her arms frantically. She was stripped, just in sexy underwear only. She had whip marks purple and red all over her beautiful body, scars, cuts. It made me depressed just thinking about we left her here to take this torture for two weeks. We were too slow. I was too slow.

"I'm right here, help!" She fell to her knees, and I noticed a long cut going from the top of the inside of her thigh going to her knee. It was gushing blood, and she started to pale more than usual. No doubt he did this to her. I'm gonna kill him.

I quickly rushed to her side, taking off my bullet helmet. "Thank God, angel." I breathed, glad to see my angel again.

I wrapped some medical tape around her bleeding leg tightly and she winced, making me worry again. "I'm sorry, baby." As soon as I was finished, I hugged her as if I let go, she'd disappear.

I heard her start to sob and sniffle. "Shh, do not cry. Please." I whispered, kissing the crown of her pretty little head. I helped her stand up and she leaned a little but I balanced her.

"I told you I'd save you whenever you needed it. But I'm sorry it took so long."

"No, it's fine. You're here now." She got on her tip toes to kiss me but I put my fingers on her precious lips.

"Not yet. I have to handle some business."

"Cristiano, it's not a 'knight in shining armor' save, if you don't kiss the girl in the end." She pouted adorably, and I couldn't resist her.

I smiled and gently kissed her lips. She kissed me back sweetly then pulled away, keeping in mind what I said earlier.

"See? I'll always be there for you." I tucked a hair behind her ear.

"No, you won't." Francisco appeared from behind a wall, an AK-47 in his hand. Are you kidding me? "You just want her for power. And that's exactly what you get when you marry her."

"Shut up, you don't know what you're talking about." I hugged her waist protectively.

"Really? So, you're not in it for power? You actually love her?"

"Shut the fuck up." I let her go and readied my handgun.

"No, if you're not just using her, then tell her you love her. Look my princess in the eyes, and say 'I love you'." He shouted. His princess? Please.

"I said, shut up! I'm not in it for the damn power, and not for that either! I-I don't know!" I ran my hand through my hair and my neck twitched. "Stop screwing with my head! Stop trying to make me hurt her! She knows, I know that I'm a fucking broken basket case. I can't love, okay? I can't be purely happy! We've all assessed this already. We've all cried about it. So stop bringing it up!" I yelled, feeling myself lose it.

"Exactly. That's your problem. You can't love. I don't see an effort, though. I don't see your effort to make it alright. Your effort to change it." Francisco was really pushing it.

"Now go home, Romano. She's with me. We've sealed the deal. Past few weeks have been great back together. Sex every night, awesome. She didn't utter your name not one time."

And that did it. That sent me over the edge. This bastard had sex with my girlfriend. MY girlfriend. God he has it coming to him.

I aimed and pulled the trigger three times. One in the shoulder, stomach and lower abdomen. My jaw was clenched. And I could feel myself shaking a little.

"F-fucking bastard." I spat, my right eye twitching.

"He raped me 13 times." She whispered, making me look at her. I wanted to go over there and shoot him ten more times. He deserves it.

"So? I heard you enjoyed it." A voice said behind her.

We turned around. "What?" Harlow furrowed her eyebrows.

"Hey, baby. Miss me?" Natasha circled around me, her hand brushing my neck and shoulders, sending uncomfortable chills down my spine.

"Hey! Watch your damn hands. I knew you were complete bullshit when you gave me my CAT beeper." I wanted to smile at Harlow's possessiveness, but I held it back.

"Harlow, I was serious when I said I wanted him to save you."

"Then why are you touching him?" She asked squinted when I saw something appear from behind her back. A gun.

She pointed it at Harlow and automatically, I pulled her behind me to protect her. But her being the stubborn woman she was, she pulled away from me, making me give her a look. "I wanted him to witness your death. I wanted him to witness the day we'd be able to be together again. Now get out of the way!" She screeched. She's crazy. In Harlow's words, her froot is extra loopy.

"Look, you're okay-looking and all, but see, what we had two years ago, will stay two years ago. I don't know what it's gonna take to get that through your thick skull." I sighed and rubbed the bridge of my nose.

"You wouldn't say that if she was standing there! No! You, love me! You said it yourself! And I love you too!" Her voice started to break and her tears turned white because of I'm guessing her caked makeup. She kept the gun pointed at Harlow, but she was shaking.

"Natasha Petrov, drop the gun, hands in the air!" Dominic, Zach and some others pointed their guns at her.

She looked around and focused on Harlow again. "No! I have to."

She put her hands up. "Natasha, no. You don't have to do this. We can work something out at least." I'm pretty sure she lied. "We can just talk it out, okay? Well get through this. Just put the gun down slowly. You don't have to hurt anybody."

She began to put it down but she hesitated. She tried again but didn't drop it. "I-I have to." She whispered as she aimed at her and pulled the trigger.

The world suddenly appeared in slow motion. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't move. My body wasn't functioning. I watched as she fell to the ground in a heartbeat.

Anger burst through my veins and I snapped out of it, tackling Natasha hard to the ground. "Take her away, now!" I yelled to the men before rushing to Harlow, cradling her in my arms.

"No, no, no." I whispered, putting my hand over the bullet hole in her chest, that was gushing blood.

She shed a tear as she struggled for a breath and her hand trembled as she grasped onto my arm. She tried to speak, but couldn't. Her eyes started to close but I lightly shook her. "Don't you dare go out on me, Harlow."

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Aw, sad.

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- COA

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