#4

STUTI'S POV

I'm going to fucking kill that bitch of a friend!! I'm so angry right fucking now. 'kutti, kamini, bhen-'

(Bitch, asshole.)

"Aw, sweetie, why is your face so red? Do you miss your dear friend?" The man from the club, who my highly intelligent friend slapped, spoke, breaking me from my inner cursing to said friend. I just glare at him.

Now due to said idiotic friend, I'm stuck in a chair, tied up, while she's probably sleeping without a damn worry in the damn world. I'll fucking scratch her face when i see her.

I look at the 'club guy', that's what I'll call him. He's deep in his thoughts, which I think- and I'm totally guessing here guys- are about my dear friend.

"Hey! Hey! Heyyy! You club guy, over here. Do you hear me?!" I yell, seeking his attention so as to know the whole ordeal going on here. And claps for me, as I've successfully managed to annoy him. His eyes glare at me, and his mouth forms a scowl.

"WHAT?!?!" Okay, that shouted reply was so unnecessary...

"Can you fucking tell me what's going on here? If I remember correctly, which I do, I wasn't the one who fucking slapped you, so pray tell me why am I the one who is fucking tied to this chair right fucking now?!"

I was exhausted and frustrated at that moment, ok? So don't blame me if I wanted to have some fucking answers.

He made a confused face, cupped his ear with the left palm and leant his neck forward, facing sideways, pretending as if he didn't understand a fucking word I said.

"What?" The audacity of this motherfucker!! I just stared at him. Exasperated.

After a few moments, which were too fucking long at this point, he spoke, "First of all, you show me that attitude one more time, and I'll shoot your brains out." He paused yet again. Can you get on with the explanation?! Eye roll.

I received a murderous glare, but thank the fuck, he moved on to what he wanted to spew out of his mouth.

"Now, I'm going to call your friend, and you're going to tell her to come here and apologise to me. I have some great plans for her and I." He paused a second to make himself understood, but I refused to give him any kind of a response. "If you hint anything to her about going to the police or any other such bullshit, I will torture you, chop you to pieces, and still get your friend for myself." Another dram-fucking-atic pause. "Do you understand me?"

Again, no response from me. Which isn't exactly right at the moment. I'm only gonna get killed faster if I keep annoying him.

Another murderous glare later, he finally pulled a phone out of his pants' pocket. And I realise that it's my fucking phone! Urghh, I'm going to kill that bitch of a friend before this bastard gets his hands on her. And what did he mean about getting her for himself?

So lost in my own thoughts I didn't register the phone already held at my right ear, by a very masculine hand. And it was not the club guy, because he's standing right in front of me, hands folded at the chest, and a glint of burning fire in his eyes.

I looked up at the man who held the phone to my ear. And...my eyes sparkled looking at this piece of beauty. So handsome. So rugged. So beautiful. So...out of my league.

Then...then I hear the nincompoop's croaky morning voice, "Hello?!?!"

MEDDIE'S POV

"Hello?!?!"

I was forced to wake up after the night of horror, by a fucking call, and now the person on the fucking line is rude enough to not speak.

"Who the fu-"

And I get cut off in the middle of my sentence by someone I've know for a whole lot of my childhood.

"Kutti, kamini, MC, BC, kaha hai tu? I am going to kill you with my bare hands. Why did you slap the stranger in the club? Now I am stuck here, tied to a chair, threatened with my fucking life. Where are you? I bet you're sleeping in that comfy ass hotel room, while I've been here for the whole night. I will fuck- mmhmmh." (Bitch, stupid motherfucker, where are you?)

That's an odd way to end the sentence! I was so confused with what was going on! I just woke up for god's sake!

"Medhavi! Medhavi! MEDHAVI!!" Guess I was too busy trying to go back to sleep.

"Medhavi, get your fucking ass out of that fucking bed and get to this fucking address that's being messaged to you, right fucking now!" Screeched Stuti.

"What have you gotten yourself into Stuti?" I ask confused. Last night, after that club scene, we came to the hot- I guess we didn't. Only I did. I'm so fucking dumb! I left Stuti at the club, and now she's in a mess because of me.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! Stuti, shit, I'm so sorry. Fuck! Shit! Are you hurt? Did he fucking hurt you? Tell me Stuti, did he fucking hurt you?"

"Uptil now, no." Stuti seemed to calm down by now.

But now I was going into the hyper mode. Due to my fucking mistake, now Stuti is in trouble!

"St-" the resounding noise of the beep, kept repeating in my ear. Now, I feared for Stuti's life. My mistake might cause her, her life! Oh My God! Oh My God! Oh My God! OH. MY. GOD!!!!!!!

Ok, shh shh, no panicking. It'll be fine. I'm sure Stuti is fine. Releasing a shaky breath after that thought, I checked my messages for the venue I was supposed to be at.

Club Sugar Plum. Backdoor. At exactly 12 noon. No police. Or your friend...

See you soon baby!

-DDY

What the actual fuck?! That's the club we were at last night. Grrrr.

Did I mention? I sometimes growl when extremely angry.

Ok. Calm down Meddie. Even your name means intelligent and wise. You can do it. You just have to go there and apologize to him right? But you can't go alone. That'll be like putting your own head on the guillotine. Call the police Meddie. Do it. Take the risk. I'm sure it's just a petty threat to get you on your nerves. Call the police and then get ready to meet your friend, and then get the hell back home.

And for the first time in my life, my conscious said the right thing.

So that's exactly what I did. I called the police, gave them the address, and got ready to get myself and my friend back home.

Finally, a 20 minute cab ride later, I was back at the root of all the issues in my life right now. I round the corner to the back side of the club. And creepily enough, it opens on it's own. Like they've been waiting for my arrival so that they can butcher me. Eye roll.

"Don't roll your eyes baby. It's rude." The voice of the bane of my life uttered. Eye roll. And a pissed off expression is his response.

"Where is my friend? Stuti! Stuti! Stuti!" I shout.

My elbow was snatched and I was facing that club guy. And let me tell you, his grip was not soft.

He keeps staring at my face. Then slowly, his gaze goes down my body and back up to my face. It's like he's in a trance. Like he just saw his favourite stationary store and got possession of all things in there. He releases a sigh of....satisfaction? I don't even know. I'm here to get my friend and I back home. Safely.

"Your grip is hurting me. Damiano, is it? Just tell me where my friend is." So that we can leave your suspicious company ASAP.

The last part, I mumbled under my breath. Hoping he won't hear it. But seeing my luck, he heard it perfectly well. As if he has elephant ears, to hear the most silent of sounds with ease.

"Oh, you're not going anywhere anytime soon baby." The fucking smirk graced his lips. He doesn't win anything by keeping me and my friend here. Then why is he acting smug?

"Where's my friend?" I asked yet again, waiting- patiently- for an answer. And I did get my answer.

He gripped my wrist this time and made me follow behind him at a pace hard for my legs to keep up with.

"Stuti!" I exclaim and try to run upto her. Yet, I was unable to do so, for obvious reasons. I roll my eyes at my own stupidity.

"Ah ah! Not so fast. You haven't apologised to me for slapping me, hard, in front of the whole club. My club." Again with the smirking.

"I'm sorry for slapping you." I tried to say it with as much of a straight face as I could muster. His club? He looks like he does very cheap drugs to get his high. I snort at the thought.

And while he's distracted by the why's of my current behaviour, just two seconds ago, I go to Stuti, and untie her from the chair. First her hands and upper body, next I squat down to untie her legs and feet. As I'm doing that I look up, Stuti- for some reason- has a frown on her face. My eyebrows shoot up and down, in a manner to ask her why she has a frown. Her frown deepened.

"Kya hua?" I whispered to her. "Stuti!" I exclaimed. (What happened?)

"Shit! Just! Got! Real!"

"Huh?!" I'm so confused.

"Tere thoughts sach ho gaye." Confusion. (Your thoughts just became a reality.)

And then.... It finally clicks into place.

"No." Saying I am shocked, is an under-fucking-statement.

I am stunned!

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No. Nonononononononono. NO! It was a childish thought. It cannot be true! Are you fucking kidding me?! This just does not happen in real life. In stories, sure! Not. In. Real. Fucking. Life!"

"Yes it did happen to you in real life Medhavi."

Ughhhhh! Gawd! Why the fuck would you make this wish come true among all the others I fucking asked for? Is this some conspiracy against me?

"No, Stuti, this does not-" my arm is snatched back yet fucking again.

"What the fuck are you on about? And what was that you were saying in that language?" The fucker who turned my whole fucking life topsy-turvy asks.

After the initial denial of the situation, I get myself back in control and finally speak, "you wanna know?" I continue on without waiting for any kind of response.

"I just told her that I called the fucking police before coming here and told them everything that happened. Now you're gonna get arrested and we're gonna go back to our home country."

"WHAT. THE. FUCK. DID. YOU. JUST. SAY?!?!" No need to shout. I made the poker face I'm infamous for. And guess I was too lost in it.

"Porta quella ragazza a casa mia e legala in una stanza libera." He snaps his fingers and his minions get to work. Taking Stuti out of her chair by the arm and dragging her away to somewhere. "Where is that goon taking her?" (Take that girl to my house and tie her up in a spare room.)

Why is my brain so slow today? And what the hell did he say?

I received a furious stare from him, and the next thing I know, I'm being dragged in the same direction as Stuti. The only difference, I try to stop this Hercules by leaning my weight backwards and digging my shoes in the ground.

I try.

But this seems to vex him even more. He turns to me, bends down, and carries me on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. And my mouth starts running itself, like an open tap of water, knowing no breaks.

"Oye chutiye, what the fuck are you doing? Put me down right fucking now." This is one of the many sentences and abuses I award him with. (Oh fucker.)

At long last, thoroughly irked with me, he throws me down on a leather seat. Inside a car. Sitting beside me. Once again snapping his fingers. And the driver drives off to the unknown.

"Where are you taking me? Where is my friend? What did you do with her? This is kidnapping! You're kidnapping me! This is illegal on so many fucking levels. Stop the fucking car right now. Let me down! And Tell Me Where My Friend Is! Please. Please. Please. Just tell me where my friend is. We're not even from this country. Just let us go home. I apologised for slapping you. Just let me go home with my friend. Please!"

I don't even know why and when the shouting turned into crying and whining. Must be the overwhelming anger amongst other emotions I'm feeling right now. But I just cried in front of a stranger who's taking me to an unknown destination, in an unknown country. With my friend, taken to only God knows where. I sincerely hope she's fine. And no harm comes to her because of my rashness.

Through the blurriness of my tears, I see him trying to move closer. "Don't. Come. Near. Me!"

"Just tell me who you are and what you want from my friend and I."

"I don't want anything from your friend. She's just leverage until you start behaving in my presence. Although I want everything to do with you."

"You still didn't answer the first question." I need to shut the fuck up.

"I'm Damiano 'Dragos' Yuri. I am the King of the Italian Mafia."

He said it so fucking nonchalantly.

"WHAT?!" I shout. So what Stuti said is true!!

"You heard. Now stop fucking tearing my ear drums. And start behaving, cause every action you do, will have the same exact reaction on your friend, Meddie."

"Don't fucking call me Meddie. Only my friends can call me that. Not you. You fucking-"

This time my sentence wasn't cut off because of anyone saying anything. It was because he pulled out his phone out of his pocket, and said the following- that had me frozen.

"Shoot the friend and make it hurt. Also, keep the phone on speaker." After that sentence, he put the phone near my face, the speakers facing me and looked into my eyes.

"No. Please. Don't do that. Please. No!" I tried snatching the phone from him, but he retracted his hand back.

The waterfall starts again folks.

"Non sparare." And he just cut the fucking call. (Don't shoot.)

"What did you say? Don't you dare hurt my friend. She has nothing to do with this fiasco. I was the one who slapped you, not her. So don't you dare hurt her in any way, shape or form."

And for the third time today folks, my wrist has been snatched in a bone crushing way. The pressure, I felt it throughout my arm, and the force was enough to make me slide on the car seat towards Damiano.

"Now you listen, and you listen well Meddie. Your friend is fine for the time being. If you anger me one more fucking time, I promise you, I will shoot her. And this time it won't be an order on the phone. I'll make you watch it. Do you understand me?"

His voice was threatening. And for the first time today, my dumb ass understood something on the first try. I nodded at his warning. I can't put Stuti in danger due to my doltish mouth.

"One more thing, I need verbal answers from you. I don't want nods, shakes and eye rolls. Now, do you understand?"

"Yes." Was the only shaky answer I could manage.

"Good. Now Shut. Up." And he jerks my wrist away from him. Ouch! Motherfucker.

After some time, my tears had dried up, tear stains running down my cheeks. I saw a big 'house' up ahead. And at that moment, the devil spoke the worst sentence I've heard in my entire existence. Worse than hearing I failed maths.

"Welcome to your new home sweet home."

He's too excited for my taste right fucking now. And WHAT. THE. FUCK?!