Page 40 of Caught in the Middle

Chapter Thirteen

Lucy's legs turned to jelly when she slid across the smooth leather seats, and the car sped off before she had even shut the door.

A big, burly man was sitting in the seat next to her, and another one next to the driver. Both in the same type of suits that Oliver and Austin had worn.

'Hello, Lucy.'

She glanced at the man next to her. And then down to the bandage on his leg.

It was them.

Joey Leonardo's hit men.

Well, this was it. This was the end.

They had found her, and she although she had been quite fleeting with the fact she had shot them both, she was not naive enough to think that she would be leaving this car alive.

She wrangled her hands nervously. They were even more muscular up close, and either one or both of them reeked of expensive cologne, which stung her nostrils.

'Given us quite the run around, ain't ya?' The one in the front seat said, who she noted appeared a little younger than his more muscular friend.

Lucy didn't know what to say, so she just sat there, staring at her lap. She wasn't just too frightened to talk, but she just also didn't genuinely know what to say. She had shot these men. Somehow, she felt that saying 'sorry' wouldn't quite cut it.

'Oh, now you want to be quiet? You didn't look so timid when you were aiming a weapon at us, did you?'

'Bitch,' the one next to her spat.

The word made her flinch. They were definitely very aggressive - not that Lucy expected them to be gentlemen, but nevertheless, it took her by surprise.

'Please -' she whimpered, but was cut off by the front hit man with a loud laugh, before he turned around to look out of the window.

'Don't bother,' the one next to her said, 'we ain't gonna kill you, unfortunately.'

'As much as we really fucking want to,' the other interjected.

‘- But Joey wants a word with you.'

Lucy's eyes snapped up to meet his. 'Joey Leonardo?'

His mouth contorted into a mocking smile. 'No, you thick bitch, Joey Tribbiani.'

She sank into the plush leather seat, shaking like a leaf, too scared to ask any more questions.

She could have been on that goddamn plane to Barcelona right now! Why the fuck didn't she go?! Who cares if she can't speak Spanish, at least she had a chance of survival.

Going for a meeting with a man she knew wanted to kill her? Well, she knew there was no chance of surviving that.

All she could do, as she stared out of the window at the motorway swishing by, was pray that Oliver found her in time.

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