“Yeah, I am sorry about that. You saved my life in a way, and he was less than gracious. I never got to tell you how thankful I am for what you did, Paul. So, thank you so much for coming to my rescue.” He looks at me and smiles before turning back to the road.

“That’s alright. I would be all I am Tarzan hear me roar too if you were my girl.” I almost giggle. His description of Jakub is almost spot on sometimes. His foot hits the gas, and the car picks up speed. I can feel my hands digging into the seat as he takes the corners faster than I am comfortable with. “I mean if I had a hot piece of pussy like you soaking my sheets, I would ice pick the eyes of anyone who looked at you. If I was planning to keep you that is.” He says the last part with a hint of venom and suddenly my throat is clogged with fear.

“On second thought, Paul, you can just pull over and I will call that Uber.” I tell him lamely. I know he is not going to stop, but I had to ask. When I look out the window, I don’t notice the scenery. “Where are you going? I don’t live this way.” Then it hits me…he never asked me for directions. Oh Shit. “Uh Paul, what is going…” My vision is blinded by a slap to the face. I whimper at the impact and scoot closer to the door. What the hell is happening?

“Shut your fucking spoiled face. For months I have been trying to get your attention and get you to go out with me. MONTHS!!! Nothing. And then poof, he shows up out of nowhere.

“I-I'm sorry. I didn’t know. I thought you were just being nice.” Of course, it is not true, but if I don’t get him to calm down, I am not sure he isn’t going to kill me. I watch Lifetime Movies. I know how this ends.

“Oh, you knew. All you fucking bitches are the same. Stringing men along by their balls, your pussy leaving trails of broken hearts as they go. Well not this time, princess. I might sample that pussy when I get you inside, but YOU are not my end game. Just a means to an end now.” Oh God. What does that mean?

“We have been planning this day forever. Only I never banked on you being the collateral damage, but hey, anyway we can get the golden boy here.” So, this is really about Jakub? I am going to be a victim in some mob war anyway.

He pulls into a palatial estate and parks the car. When he gets out, I try to scoot to the other side of the car and go out the door, but he grabs my legs and pulls me across the console. When he picks me up, he drags me down his body, his nose on my neck. “Such a shame. You smell like your cunt would be good.” No! Remembering my training, I ball up my fists and jab my thumbs into his eyes. I hit the ground and take off running. The problem is I don’t know where the hell I am but right now, who cares.

The yard itself is massive. I can hear him screaming my name, cursing at the state of his eyes. Good. Asshole. I find a small fence that leads to a bunch of bushes, and I jump it and land hard on the ground. No time for hurt, I get back up and run through the woods. Everything looks the same and suddenly, I find myself in front of another gate. “Shit. It’s locked.” This one I cannot jump. I turn to run in the opposite direction when something comes over my mouth.

“Got ya, bitch.” And the lights go out.

Now, here I am, bound and gagged to a chair. “Since we have nothing else to do and my brother will be a while, I am going to tell you a bedtime story, about two cousins from Polish crime royalty. One cousin cut the other cousin out of his inheritance and made it impossible for him to fight for what was his. He fled like the coward he is to this country and used his money to keep his family from entering. Meanwhile, his cousin stayed in Polska, plotting his revenge, and bringing his son and every generation of men after him up to know that the enemy is in our blood. Trained to hate the name Zielinska, we bided our time until we could get our revenge.

Then one day, a man, related by blood but also tired of being under the rule of said cousin, came with an offer. I will get you to America and help you take down the head that rules us all, and we will split the family 50/50. But first, you have to kill not only him, but those he has elevated that don’t deserve it. Hands were shaken and voila, I am here…” he sprints in front of my face, his eyes like that of a madman. “And so are you.”

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