Cecilia - The Doll Duet

“What he doesn’t know is that I don’t plan on letting him walk out of here alive.” He turns away from me and continues talking. “Jaxon! Call Shorty, Frank, and Larry. Tell them to meet us here in four hours just in case mister noble tries to bring in reinforcements.”

My blood runs cold and it’s the first time I actually feel real fear. Not for myself but for the love of my life. I couldn’t live with myself if anything happened to him.

Gerard

Luka had been combing through CCTV footage and traffic cams for four hours and we were no closer to finding her. Then the smug bastard called me to ransom her. Ten million dollars is nothing to me but seeing as the bank is closed, we needed to come up with another plan. He gave me six hours to get to Vegas. Flying there took no time at all and we got here several hours early. We use the time to find out what buildings Gino owns so we can take him by surprise. A quick stop at the courthouse provides us with two possible buildings owned by obvious shell companies. The first address was completely empty, but we knew we were in the right place when a chauffeured town car was parked in front of the second building. The driver is outside the vehicle, propped up on the hood, smoking a cigarette. If the pile of butts is any indication of how long he’s been there, it’s been a fucking while. CeCe and Gino are nowhere to be found on the outside, so we stealthily enter the building. Pistols drawn; we search the area by the door, but it doesn’t have anyone watching it.

“Rookie mistake not having anyone guard any of the entrances,” Luka says, chuckling.

“We can laugh when we find her,” I growl as he moves ahead of me, clearing the room. “His mistake is our good fortune.” I know he’s helping me out, but I am pissed this happened in the first place. How the fuck did he get that gun past the metal detectors?

Suddenly, ahead, I hear people talking. Two men. Luka signals for me to stop so I do. I’ve never shot a person before, just big game while hunting, but I have gotten into plenty of bar fights and I was on the intramural boxing team in college. I was the best boxer at California State University, Northridge three years in a row. Luka holsters his pistol and I do the same. As quietly as possible, I crack my knuckles and my neck. That rush I used to get before fights hits me. Somewhere in this building the other half of my soul is scared shitless, waiting for me to rescue her. Somehow, I can feel how much she needs me and it fucking kills me that I wasn’t there for her when she needed me most.

Luka enters the room first and there is a struggle between him and the giant of a man who is standing near the doorway.

“What the fuck?” Gino shouts, pulling his gun.

“Oh, am I early?” I ask as if I don’t have a care in the world. Looking around the room, I see CeCe tied to a chair, but her mouth isn’t covered. Her eyes are wild and silent tears are streaming down her beautiful face.

“Where’s my money?” Gino asks, putting his gun to her head.

“I’ve got your money. Don’t worry,” I lie.

“Well, well. That changes everything then. Now, tell your man to stop beating mine’s ass,” he says, lowering his gun.

“Luka,” I say, and he separates from the big guy, not too far though.

“Now, hand it over,” Gino says.

“Are you okay, doll face?” I ask, ignoring him.

She nods instead of answering. I smirk at her.

Good girl.

Cecilia

It is not the time to be turned on especially with a gun to my head but watching Gerard walk in here like my own personal knight in a custom suit was hot as fuck.

“CeCe, do you trust me?” I cock my head to the side at his question but nod my head yes.

“Doll face, I’m going to need you to close your eyes,” G commands.

“What? You don’t want your little whore to see her lover get killed?” Gino asks, chuckling. G doesn’t answer him, he just looks at me pointedly, so I quickly do as he asks.

“Now, you have three seconds to move away from my girl and drop the gun before I kill you,” Gerard says in a deadly tone. “One.”

“You still think you’re in charge, bitch I am the one who is calling the shots here,” Gino says, cackling.

“Two.” The gun moves away from my head and I hear it cock back. My blood runs ice cold. Before G can say three, there are three loud bangs that make my ears ring. I can’t help but scream. I vaguely hear G holler “fuck.” I squeeze my eyes tighter; tears start streaming down my face again.