She couldn't breath. Her vision was blurred. She couldn't move. The tears stung as they ran down her face. She jumped when she heard the male next to her yell. Her attention turned to him as he stared back at her. Sophia tried to scream through the draped hand over her mouth, but it was of no use to even try.
Everything had changed in one simple moment. It hadn't been John. Of course, it hadn't been John. She should've just went with her gut. Now, she'd gotten him in as much danger as she was. Not only had she been thrown for a total loop, but neither Randy or Dave had any idea of what was going on. Sophia closed her eyes and jumped again as the torture continued. She'd be next. Dave and Randy would never know. Even if they did figure it out, they would probably be too late. More tears as she thought of it. They'd gotten what they wanted. They'd succeeded.
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Three hours earlier …
Sophia sat quietly in her brother's living room as his fiancé made her way upstairs, to make a phone call. Sophia wasn't bitter toward the woman, but wedding plans were not something she currently wanted to worry about, when she currently had her brother and husband out there, in possible danger. Stacy didn't look worried at all. Something about that irked Sophia the wrong way.
"Sophia! Could you get that please!" Sophia jumped out of her thoughts and at that moment realized that the doorbell had been ringing. Wasn't she the one that was supposed to be protected? Shaking her head, Sophia grabbed her empty wine glass and headed toward the door.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" Was the first thing she said when she saw the blue eyed male standing on the other side of the door. Her grip on the glass got tighter.
John taken aback by her response just stared. "Stacy called me and said that you wanted to see me."
"What?" Sophia questioned as she stepped out and closed the door behind her.
John slipped his hands into his jean pockets. "Yeah. She said that you suggested to invite me over for dinner." He paused for a quick second. "Why didn't you just call me?"
Sophia's mind was trying to process this information. Why the hell would Stacy call John? She looked at the male staring back at her. Was he lying? Just a ploy to get her to surrender?
"You think I'm that stupid?"
"What?"
Sophia raised the glass and took a step forward. "You think I'd just give up that easily?" John's mouth opened, but Sophia didn't let him speak. "I know you want to kill me for what happened back then, but I'm not going down without a fucking fight."
John put his hands up in defense as he reached out to grab the woman's wrist. "What the hell are you talking about Sophia? I don't want to kill you. Why the hell would you think so?"
Sophia struggled a little but stopped when she saw the sincere look in his eye.
"Your cousin. Marcus."
John just shook his head. "What about him? I haven't talked to or seen him since I was a kid." He tilted his head. "Wait. How do you know about him?" Curiosity rang in his tone now.
Sophia's breathing became heavy all of a sudden. "Oh God. They're looking for the wrong person." Her legs became heavy, John having to catch her before she fell. "They're still out there. The people that want to kill me, John. They're still out there."
What the fuck was going on? Was all John could ask at that moment. Had the woman gone crazy? Then, it was at that moment he got his answer. The tall blonde standing at the door way, the barrel of a gun, pointed in their direction. Sophia mumbled something as tears started to stream down her face. She hadn't gone crazy. They'd been set up. Both of them.
"Surprised?" An evil grin spread across the woman's lips.
"Why? How?" Were the only things that came out of Sophia's mouth.
John wrapped his arm tightly around Sophia's wrist. She moved under his touch a little bit before looking back at him. Before she had anytime to process anything, Sophia found herself running along side John as they tried to escape their possible horrid fate.
They were almost there. They had almost made it to his car. But they'd been prepared. A van as dark as night screeched up, large men filed out as they dragged the twosome into the vehicle. The sound of Stacy's laughter echoed as the tall blonde hopped into the van herself.
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Sophia had no idea where they'd taken her and John. All she knew is, that it was hot. Blistering hot as the sweat from her brow, fell into her already glistening eyes. Her eyes fell on Stacy as she made her way to have a seat in front of her prisoners. "Why?" Sophia asked again.
Stacy smirked as she seductively crossed her legs. "Recognize any of them Sophia?" As if on cue, the masked men revealed themselves. Stacy's smirk grew wider when she saw Sophia's eyes bulge out of her head. "Everything coming back now?" It was a taunting tone.
Sophia stared at all of them. The faces of her past. The men that had killed Marcus that night. The men that could've easily killed her along with him. Now, they were here to finish the job.
"What? How are you involved?"
Stacy stood up, making her way toward John. "Your friend Sophia here, was a hoe way back in her day." John snickered at the female as she took a seat on his lap. "I mean literally. Prostituting herself for money." John's eyes flicked to the emotional woman sitting next to him. "I mean who does that to herself?" A horrid laugh came out of the blonde's mouth, with the men joining in.
"Sophia?" John tried to ignore the woman on his lap as he called out her name.
Sophia's head fell, in pure shame. "I did it for him. That's the only reason why I did it."
John growled when he felt Stacy trying to cop a feel. "Marcus?" Sophia just nodded. John blew out a breath. "I had no idea, Sophia. I really didn't."
Sophia turned to look at him. "I know that now." It was both sadness and regret in her tone as she said it. "I'm sorry for everything."
Stacy gave a sarcastic laugh when she stood again. "Always the noble bitch."
Sophia snickered under her eyelashes. "You still haven't answered my question."
Stacy pouted her lips and nodded. "Of course. Why and how would I be involved in all this right?" Stacy crotched down beside Sophia. "See Marcus never did really love you, he just acted like it, for your poor sake." Sophia twitched when Stacy touched her. "Because he loved me more." That got Sophia's attention real quick and Stacy smiled at that. "You had no idea that he was married did you?" Sophia gasped in response as Stacy pulled out a picture of the twosome. "Happily married, I might add…until you showed up and caused his death." Pure anger in her eyes now as she swatted Sophia hard across the face.
John's instinct tried to let him move, but it was of no use. "Leave her alone." Stacy didn't even look his way, before one of the men answered for her, by using his fist.
Sophia swallowed hard. "I had no idea." She spoke quietly as she continued to stare at the picture. Her eyes traveled up to Stacy's again. "You had him killed, didn't you?" Everyone stayed quiet. "Why didn't you just kill me then? It would've been a lot easier for everyone, if you had."
"And miss out on fucking your hot brother?" The smirk returned. "I don't think so." Her eyes traveled down to Sophia's wedding ring. "Too bad I could never seduce your husband though. That would've just been icing on this already beautiful cake."
Sophia's jaw tightened. "You little bitch. No wonder I hated your fucking guts the day that I met you. I should've took that as a clear sign." Stacy raised an intrigued eyebrow. "Dave would've never fucked you anyway. He didn't like you either, he was just too nice not to say anything." Sophia smiled a sarcastic smile as Stacy glared. One of the men cocked a gun and Sophia just stared in return. "You want to shoot me now? Go ahead fucker."
Stacy held out her hand in protest. "No. Don't." She ordered. "She's not getting off that easy. I want to make the bitch pay."
"Do want us to take him out?" One of the guys asked referring to John.
Stacy just nonchalantly shook her head. "He can stay. I'm sure he needs to get off somehow, now that his wife is gone." John's eyes flicked up quickly at the realization of how his wife died.
"You fucking bitch! You killed her! You killed my wife!"
Stacy placed a hand over her heart and fluttered her eyelashes. "That'd be me. Though, I could only take credit for the planning of it, the guys here can take the actual credit for pulling it off."
"Randy will find out and he'll kill you himself."
Stacy turned back to the other woman. "Not if I get rid of him first."
Sophia shook her head. "You'll never get away with it."
Stacy looked unimpressed as she started to untie the rope around Sophia's wrists. Everyone stayed quiet until Sophia was officially free. Sophia whimpered lightly as Stacy grabbed a fistful of her hair. "You're going to fucking pay for making my life miserable."
"It was your fucking husband who chose to do what he did. Maybe you should look at the fact that maybe you weren't a good enough wife." John said it as he watched Sophia squirm under the touch of Stacy's hand.
"You shut the fuck up!" Stacy cursed as she pushed Sophia toward one of her men. "He hated you and your family. You guys gave up on him. I was the one that was there for him! I was the one that he loved! He loved me!" The high pitched scream had everyone cringing.
Sophia laughed at that, grabbing everyone's attention. "Are you trying to convince us or yourself?" Stacy glared. "Because honey, he sure didn't seem to be thinking about you when he was fucking me and all those other hoes." Stacy cried out in violent manner. Sophia went unfazed. "But don't worry, he wasn't all that good anyway."
John just looked at the smug look on her face. Was she purposely trying to get herself killed? He continued to watch as Stacy stalked slowly toward Sophia, lunging herself at the other woman, knocking both of them to the floor. All the men rushed to Stacy's aid, leaving no attention to the lone male on the other side of the room.
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