Page 42 of Caught in the Middle

It was all well and good gawping at the house from the outside, but she doubted what faced her inside would be as beautiful.

Her untimely death.

She stepped out onto the white gravel, her legs shaking from both fear and the fact she had been sitting in the car for an estimated eight hours.

The driver drove off the second both the hitmen also got out, and one of them prodded her in the back in the general direction of the building.

Tearing her eyes off of the gleaming white beauty, she noticed that dotted around it were several dozen security men, holding huge rifles. Lucy's eyes widened. It was something she would expect from the White House, not a criminal.

She looked behind her nervously as she made her way up the marble steps, towards the front door, which bore a huge wolf knocker on it.

Before she even made it up the third step, the door swung open, and a woman appeared in the entrance.

What struck Lucy first was her beauty. Although she couldn't see her incredibly well in the back-lighting from the house, she cut a breath-taking silhouette - ridiculously elongated legs, a tiny waist, and long, flowing blonde hair, that reached almost passed her bottom.

'My God boys, you took your time didn't you? Did you stop off for a McDonald's or something?' Lucy was surprised by her cockney tones - she was so beautiful, she had ashamedly assumed she's speak well.

Then her eyes clamped down on Lucy. 'Jesus fucking Christ!' She snapped, her eyes widening in horror. 'Look at the state of you!'

She quickly stole a glance over her shoulder, back into the house, and then scuttled down the stairs to grab Lucy by her arm.

'He cannot see you like this, my God.' She dragged her into the hallway, which Lucy didn't even get the chance to get a look at.

The beautiful woman spun around and jabbed a perfectly manicured finger at the two men. 'You fucking idiots,' she hissed, 'you could have rang ahead and let me know she looked like this.'

Lucy's eyes fell to the floor in shame. She knew she must have looked like an absolute state, given the fact that she had been slumming it around the North of England for the last few days. And this fucking bright pink fleece, she thought, scolding herself.

But next to this absolute goddess, she felt even worse. She was even more beautiful in the yellow tones of the hallway, adorned in a figure hugging gold dress. If somebody had told Lucy she was a model, she wouldn't have even dreamed of questioning it.

She was surprised at how the two men cowered like school boys when they were being shouted at by this woman. She clearly had some sort of power here, and suddenly, the two hit men didn't seem anywhere near as intimidating.

The woman stole another glance over her shoulder before snapped back to Lucy. 'Right,' she hissed, grabbing her by the upper arm, 'hurry, up the stairs, now.'

Lucy tried not to trip as she was blindly led up the enormous marble staircase taking centre stage in the huge lobby. It all happened so fast, that Lucy hadn't managed to take in her surroundings, let alone think about the fact that she was in the Joey Leonardo's house.

She led her down a corridor, and pushed into one of the rooms going off it.

'Right,' she repeated, not even giving Lucy time to breathe, 'get in that bath, now. You've got ten minutes - for the love of god, condition your hair!' She stabbed her finger in the direction of another door, and pushed Lucy towards it with the other hand.

She fumbled into the en suite bathroom on autopilot, and clumsily fumbled for the lock.

She took a moment to catch her breath, and finally let herself take in her surroundings.

Jesus.

She had never seen anything like it. The en suite was twice the size of her bedroom at university, and a million times nicer. Everything was so white and shiny.

A freestanding, marble bathtub took centre stage, with a massive wet room area in the corner. The crystal shelves were lined with endless bottles and tubs of expensive creams and lotions. It looked more like a show room in Harrods than somebody's bathroom.

But it wasn't just somebody's bathroom, it was Joey Leonardo's.

'I don't hear a tap running!' a cockney voice from outside the door yelled, making her jump. Jesus, if this girl intimidated her so much, she dreaded to think what Joey was going to be like.

She quickly scuttled over the bath and switched the taps on. After having a poke and sniff at the endless bottles, she poured in oodles of an expensive-looking bubble bath, and couldn't help but enjoy the beautiful Vanilla smell wafting up her nostrils, and the soothing sound of the water running.

Despite the fact that this was probably going to be her last bath ever, she couldn't wait for it. She hadn't realised until the glamorous girl reacted to her so violently that she was an absolute state. It was crazy how just four days on the run can leave you looking like you've been homeless your whole life.

She peeling off her ugly hiking gear, and sank into the blissful bubbles, letting a moan of pleasure escape from her lips.

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