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Chapter 4 - Finally

(Christian's POV)

"We arrived, sir" –Taylor says to me. I got so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't even notice that the car stopped. I look out of the window. Good, old Rainier Square.

I tighten my grip on the briefcase. I brought two million dollar in it, just as I was asked to. This amount of money is nothing to me. And I would use up all my money to find Ana.

"Everything is going as planned?" I ask.

"Everyone is in their position, sir. But nobody seems to be suspicious yet." He answers calmly, but I can see that he is just as nervous as me. I check my watch. 8:56 pm. I should go.

"Alright" I say as I get out from the car. I walk slowly away from the car. I need to find Ana, so obviously I have the urge to hurry, but I have no fucking idea who am I meeting with. How will I find the person anyways?

At 9:00 pm, on the dot, my phone rings. Blocked ID. Fuck.

"I'm listening." I say. I can hear a deep male voice's laughing. I want to kill this guy so badly.

"You think, you are so fucking powerful and smart, aren't you?" He is using some kind of thing, which makes his voice different. "Well, guess what? I can see all of your security men. You didn't hire the best ones apparently. Not the best incognitos…"

I look around. Where the fuck is he?

"Who are you?" I hiss.

He laughs again. "Don't even bother looking for me. Oh, you know me very well. It hurts, that you don't remember me."

"Where is she?" I almost shout. I don't really want to chitchat.

"Well, well, well Christian. If you want to find her, I suggest you not to speak to me like that. Let's not forget our manners."

I take a deep breath and then ask again. "Where. Is. She."

"Firstly, the money. Did you bring it? Open the briefcase" He orders. I open it, and turn one around so wherever he is, he can see it. "Good boy. No, do you see that men sitting on the bench, about fifteen meters from you on the left."

I look to the left and see a black guy in dark hoodie, looking at me. "Now, before you do anything reckless" he says. "On your right, can you see that woman? She is waiting for the bus, she has three daughter."

I do what he told me, and see the blond woman. Her clothes are a bit dirty, clearly she is poor.

"Good. Now, look a little higher. Up on the building. On the second floor's balcony." I take a sharp breath in, as I see a man with a gun. "And yes, Christian, the gun is pointed on her." I see a little red light appearing on her forehead. Oh, my god. That bastard. "So, I hope you understand now. Any stupid little stunt you do, and you can meet her daughters on her funeral." He laughs.

Without any doubt, he is the most evil creature, I have ever talked with. I straighten up a little bit. "What do I have to do?"

"Cooperation. Ah, much better. That's what I like. Now, take the money to the man on your left."

I turn, and walk up to the black man. I hand him the briefcase. He takes it, smirks at me, and walks away. I turn in Taylor's direction, and make a 'Stop' movement with my hand. He doesn't move. He doesn't follows him, as he would have according to the plan. Thanks God.

"So predictable, Christian, so predictable." He chuckles. "I always hated that in you."

"Where is she?" I ask. I have no fucking time for his games. I want Ana.

"She is not with me, sadly. Kidnapping is not my style." I clench my fist. "Don't get all jittery, jeez. I know where she is. 41331 SE Reinig Road. The first turn on the left. Oh, and don't think you won't hear from me. This is just the beginning. A kidnap is nothing next to what I have planned in my mind." He hung up.

I ran back to the car, as fast as I can. As I run next to the woman, I take a look at her. She is fine. The man on the balcony disappeared too.

I sit in the car, next to Taylor – which is something I never do. "41331 SE Reinig Road. NOW! That's where Ana is!" I shout, and Taylor starts speeding with the car.

"Do you know who was he, sir?" Taylor asks.

"No, I will deal with him later, after I've found her." I tell, as I run my fingers through my hair. Fucking bastard.

"It's about 30 minutes from here, sir." He informs me. Thirty minutes, and I will have her. God, I hope she is okay.

(Ana's POV)

I have never been fat. Not once. And also, I have never been able to get a tan. That's how I was for twenty-one years. But I don't think I have ever felt this thin and pale. Now, if I look down to my thighs, I can see my veins running underneath my white skin, and I can see my bone poking out at my knees. Now, if I wrap my hand around my elbow, my thumb touches my middle finger.

Christian would be probably really mad with me. He hated when I didn't eat much. By now, probably he is forcing some other girl to eat.

Four days. Approximately four days, since I have been here. My mouth already forgot the taste of the water I felt yesterday. Now, it's like as if I have sand in my mouth. Too dry.

Being hungry is a funny feeling. First it's just a little dull scratch in my stomach. Easy to ignore. Then, it gets stronger, and stronger, and after a while it burns away every other pain. Like this pain in my leg from the chain. And then it gets dull again. And it eats you up. Literally. I feel that my body is so hungry, that I started to digest myself.

I feel very weak. Everything is hard now. Moving my little finger takes all my energy and power. Even breathing gets harder. Dull pain in my lungs at every intake.

I'm waiting for the flashing. They say, that when you die, your whole life, every single memory flashes through your eyes. If I think about it, my flash won't be too long. My life was boring. I did everything what was expected from me; I went to university, I made some friends, then got my diploma and got a job. Everything about me was boring.

Until Christian came. Damn, he rocked up my world pretty much. I can remember the look on his face when I asked whether he was gay or not. The memory brings a smile to my face. He was so pissed off. My first drunk night. And of course my drunk dial was him. He showed up immediately. God, I almost puked on his shoes.

He cared about me. He really did. Maybe he wasn't in love with me, but he did care about me. That brought a little smile to my face.

I hear the stairs crack. Oh, God. Another chat time with Leila. Yesterday, I had a plan. It was to convince Leila to let me go. I was so sure, that I could do it. But that hope must have come from that bottle of water. It's gone by now.

I keep my head down on the floor as the door opens. I'm so weak, I can't even keep my eyes open. I hear a sharp intake of breath.

"Oh Ana, no, no, no" someone says. Is that… Christian? Am I hallucinating right now? I hear footsteps towards me, and someone takes me into his lap.

"Christian?" I try to say, but because of the dryness in my throat it was probably a 'chrstthhn'. I open my eyes, and see his beautiful face. His eyes looks into mine and his eyebrows run together, and I don't think I have ever seen him this worried. How did he find me?

"Oh no, baby, no." He cries, as he tries to lift me, but the chain stops him. "Taylor!" He shouts. Taylor appears in the door, sees the chain, and he disappears again. "I have you baby, I will take you out from here." He says, as he strokes my cheekbones.

Tears escape from my eyes. He is here. He found me. He was looking for me. He is here!

"Christian" I sob.

"Shhhh, Ana." He whispers. "It's okay now, it's over, shhhh." He lays a gentle kiss on my forehead. "You're safe now."

I'm safe now. Some kind of weariness take over me, and I close my eyes.

"Ana, stay awake. Ana!" I hear his voice, but I can't open my eyes, I just let to the darkness to take me.

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