Mara pov
The car ride was silent. I stared out the window at the city lights, my mind spinning. My sister was safe in a private wing, but I was in the back of a black SUV, heading toward God knows where. I checked my phone. 1:30 PM.
The car pulled up to a glass skyscraper. The driver handed me a key card.
"Penthouse B," he said. "The boss forgot a blue folder in the kitchen and get it. Bring it back. Don't touch anything else."
"Just a file." I asked. Because it didn't add up.
"Yes, don't take or touch anything else." The man warned me.
"Where is he?"
"Busy."
Where on earth did he go? After sending me such a stupid task or should I say absurd task. Lorenzo isn't a nice man and above all he won't assign me just a simple task.
"That idiot is up to something, I mumbled.
I got out and walked into the lobby. My boots clicked on the marble floor. I felt like everyone was looking at me, I took the elevator to the top floor.
The penthouse was beautiful, and cold because of the A.C. It looked like no one lived there. I walked to the kitchen and saw the blue folder. I grabbed it, my heart thumping." I should just go." I muttered. I ran towards the exist point, the quietness of the atmosphere was standing to send a strange feeling.
Suddenly, the front door burst open.
I jumped, dropping the folder. Two men in heavy jackets stepped in. They didn't look like Lorenzo's men, I had seen earlier. They looked like street thugs, messy and loud.
"Is this the place?" one asked, holding a crowbar.
"Yeah. The boss said the Ghost keeps his stash here." He spotted me and grinned. It was a yellow, scary grin. "Well, look what we have here. A little bonus."
I backed away, my hands hitting the kitchen counter. "I don't know who you are, but you need to leave. The police are coming."
"The police don't come to this part of town for people like us," the one with the crowbar said.
He lunged at me, and I grabbed a heavy ceramic fruit bowl and threw it, my arms were sticky with sweat, but my aim stayed sharp. It smashed against his shoulder, but he kept coming. He grabbed my arm and slammed me against the fridge, the steel was ice cold against my back. The air left my lungs in a painful wheeze.
"Let me go!" I kicked his chin, my brown boots hitting bone. He cursed and raised his hand to hit me.
Bang!
The sound was deafening in the kitchen. The man's eyes went wide, and he slumped to the floor, clutching his leg.
I tilted head back to where the bullet came from, I saw Lorenzo he was standing in the doorway. He was wearing his mask, his black coat fluttering. He didn't say a word. He just walked in and hit the second man, who was already shivering watching his accomplice body bleeding profusely on the ground, he had hit with butt of his gun, sending him crashing into the dining table.
But as Lorenzo turned, the first man on the floor pulled a small pistol from his waist. He fired.
Lorenzo let out a sharp grunt and fell back against the wall. He fired back, finishing the man, but he stayed slumped against the wall.
"Lorenzo!" I ran to him.
He was breathing in shallow gasps. He pulled his hand away from his side, and it was covered in bright, thick red blood. My stomach groan.
"Get... out..." he rasped. "They might be more ... coming..." he stammered.
"I'm not leaving you!" I said. I grabbed his arm and draped it over my shoulder. He was so heavy, like a fallen tree. "Come on! Lean on me!"
"Go, Mara," he groaned, again. "Save yourself."
"Shut up and walk!" I snapped.