Let's Fly~ Stage 15

I opened the car door and left, how was I going to get home? I walked around for a while but started to worry because I really needed to get home. I either needed to get on a boat or a plane, preferably a plane. I walked further and further until I saw an airport, there were a lot of planes but I never learnt to fly a plane, I needed help. I hated asking for help because it made me feel less independant, that is one of my many flaws. As they say, no one's perfect and that includes me. I saw a bar and entered it hesitantly, it was full of men and most of them stared. I sat down at in front of the bartender and asked some questions. Also, bartenders hear things so if you want to know something ask them.

"Do you speak english?"

"Yes, this area is quite touristy but it is rare we find someone like you in here."

"You mean a woman."

"Well, yes."

"What's your name?"

"Matteo, and what is your name?"

"Sarah."

I couldn't tell him my real name otherwise he would probably say something to someone as powerful as Marco.

"What do you want?"

"I just want to ask you a few questions but I'm not here for a drink."

"If you wait for a while I will tell you after some of these nosy men leave."

"That's fine, but can i have some water?"

"Sure, also it's on the house."

He turned around and got a glass, he went through a door and returned with some water. I don't trust anyone so I didn't drink it but I held it in my hand. Then Matteo went to serve some other people. A man sat next to me and looked me up and down.

"Look at me like that again I will make you blind."

"You're fiesty, I like that."

He smirked and placed his hand on my lap. I lifted his hand a broke his fingers, he gave a little groan and grunted.

"You bitch!"

"Thanks."

Then some other men came over looking at me menacingly. I poured the water on the man next to me and smashed the glass on the counter.

"By the way I don't make threats, I make promises."

I picked up some glass and stabbed his eyes with it, the men all moved back and didn't know what to do. Then the man next to me tried to punch me but I pushed him to the floor and turned to the bartender.

"Anyway, when can you talk?"

He smiled and I turned around to see the man stood up.

"Fuck you!"

His nostrils were flaring and his face turned red, he was definitely angry.

"I suggest you leave before I cut that tongue out of your mouth. Oh, and remember that is a promise."

He was breathing heavily, then turned towards the door. Men were stupid to underestimate me, I just needed to get out of here.

"Sarah, you need to leave."

"Just one question, please."

"Hurry."

"Where can I get a fake passport?"

He looked at me with concern and pointed to the corner of the room, there was a man sat alone. I stood up and walked to the table.

"Hello, I heard you could help me."

"Depends who is asking."

"Just me, I need a favour."

"Like I said it depends."

"A fake passport?"

"I can but it will cost you."

"How much?"

"Not money, business."

"Pardon?"

"I saw you have a little misunderstanding with a certain someone."

"What do you want?"

"Someone owes me money, I want the money in my hand before dusk. I will be right here waiting."

"Wait, who are they? And where do they live?"

"Here, this is their number. Do you have a phone?"

"No. Just tell me where they live."

"They own a restaurant. It's called Plin E Tajarin, the man is called-"

"Georgio."

"You know the man?"

"Yes and I'm afraid I can't collect the debt, do you have any other debts that need to be collected?"

"Yes but you won't be able to do it."

"Just tell me."

"The De Luca family. They owe me money for a car that I got for them."

"I can try but no promises. Don't you need a photo?"

"I have a few tricks up my sleeve."

I walked away from him and headed towards the exit, and he waved me off. I smiled and saw that the De Lucas' car that I had borrowed was gone and there were a few suspicious men. I knew my way back to their house because it was the only mansion within a ten mile radius, they really stood out among the local townsfolk of Italy. I knew that everyone here lead a simple life or had a small family business, but the De Luca family- my family, were the ones taking them out of business. I walked around the pub and tried to hide from the suspicious men but how was I going to get to my mother and my brother? I walked through the trees that lead to their house. It was quiet and full of nature and animals, I could hear chirping from birds and rustling in the leaves probably from birds or even the suspicious men. I stopped for a second and so did the rustling and then it hit me, my brother still wanted to talk to me, I just needed to get 'caught'. I walked towards a tree that had roots emerging from the ground then I faked falling and started rolling on the floor groaning and holding my ankle. Then all of a sudden two people jumped from the trees, were they hitmen or something? Then they picked me up and dragged me to the road that lead to the De luca house. They weren't hitmen, they were women! That made sense, no one would ever suspect women and they are lighter on their feet. Then I heard them speak, they were arabic. For a moment I thought they were hitmen because their whole body was covered up along with their face. They were niquabis, I was amazed. They were so strong and skillful, I had never seen anything like this. The way they walked was elegant but weary, they seemed very defensive when I spoke.

"Aslamualaikum."

One of the women stared at me and squinted at me.

"Hal tatahadath alearabia?"

"No, but I know how to greet in it."

"Well, lucky for you I speak english as a second language."

"What are your names?"

"You're not very smart if you think we are going to tell you personal details."

"Why are you working for my brother?"

"My father owed his father, so we are fulfilling his end."

"But your father is dead so why should you have to fulfill his end of the deal?"

"Because it is our duty as our fathers daughters that we should clear his debt."

"Okay, I can walk by the way, I was faking it so that I could meet my brother. Wait, how did you know he was my brother?"

"He showed a picture of you and said get my sister.. So, it was pretty simple to put together."

I stood up and started to walk but the other woman didn't seem to like that and she stared at me with a passive aggressive eye brow raise. However, the other woman just stood in front of her and pulled out her blade and held it up against my back. I couldn't have them bring to my brother, I needed to have the element of surprise otherwise my brother will think he has won. I turned around and the blade faced me.

"I'm sorry girls but I have changed my mind about being escorted to my brother. I will be leaving."

The other passive aggressive woman looked at me and pulled her sword out. She probably didn't know that I have trained to fight against a sword with a weapon. It was easy, just dodge and hit.

"Please make this easy Sophia, your brother needs to talk to you and you want to talk to him."

"Yes but I needed to do it willingly and I also need to stop rushing things."

The passive aggressive woman raised her sword and stared at me. Her sword fell down and I moved to hit her in the side but she spun around and the sword hit my arm. Blood dripped from my bicep all the way down my arm, I saw another flash of metal and then nothing but black. They had knocked me out. I woke up on a sofa with a bandage wrapped around my arm, I realised that I must be at my brothers house or one of them. No one was in the room so I walked around looking for an exit but didn't find one. The women that brought me here must have left by now and my brother was probably waiting for me to gain consciousness. Then a part of the wall to the right of me started to move, there was a hidden door. My brother looked at me and sighed.

"I just need to talk to you about our family issues."

"There are no family issues just a whole lot of mess. I don't want to talk it out, I want to go back home to London and never see your face or our mothers."

He sat on the sofa and another man entered the room and closed the door behind him, the man followed closely behind my brother. I stood facing him, wondering what he thought or what he wanted to talk about. He just sat there and gestured towards the empty seat next to him. I walked to the seat hesitantly, maybe he actually wanted to speak. Then the other man went behind me and started to hold a knife against my throat. My brother stood in front of me and chuckled lightly with a smirk plastered on his face. 

"I didn't really need to speak that desperately, otherwise I would have just called. I have the resources to get ahold of anyone."

"So, what do yo want?"

"To kill you, but not just you. I want to kill your family's legacy, your father's bloodline. Just as he tried to destroy my father's bloodline. I know that it is very cliche to give a whole monologue, so I will make this quick. Well, he will but I won't be here unfortunately to watch your death. This is because I will be telling our mother that her only daughter died of suicide."

He then left abruptly, leaving me alone with this man. I grabbed the man's arm and pulled him down so he landed in front of me on the floor. I stood up and pushed the wall so that the door would reveal itself but it took a while to find the right area to push. I got out and tried to find the front door without getting caught by his staff or anyone else. I managed to find a draw full of car keys near the front door. I opened it and saw a key with the Tesla logo on it, I hated the company but needed the car and its worth. I grabbed the keys and headed outside to see at least fifteen high end cars glistening in the sun. I really wanted all of them but I needed to get home without getting caught. I clicked the button and the car's lights flashed and made a beeping sound. I sat in the car and saw screen facing me, I had no idea how to work this kind of technology. I loved my old fashioned cars like Rolls Royce and Aston Martins. I pressed a button and the car started, I just had to put in co-ordinates. The bar was really close by hopefully, but it was at least an hour away. I started to mutter to myself.

"Great, this house is an hour away from the bar. Hopefully I will make it there before sundown, oh god I feel like Cinderella."

The car started to drive, but I made it to the bar in less than an hour because of the mapping system that detected where there was traffic and shortcuts. I had to give it to them, the car's functions were quite remarkable. I parked in front of the bar and many people looked at me with a slight hint of confusion and curiosity. I entered the bar spinning the car key on my finger. The man was still in the same place as I had left him hour ago, he turned to me and smiled.

"I wasn't sure which car you wanted so I bought the most expensive and eye catching one."

"Cheers Leah Thompson."

"What?"

I sat down at the table and placed the car key on the table. He place a maroon passport in front of me and looked at the car key that was under my hand. I pushed towards him and grabbed the passport. I opened it to reveal a woman who looked like me but had shorter hair and green eyes, I would have to cut my hair and get green eye contacts. I found a small corner shop with everything, including scissors and green eye contacts. I went to the cashier and put the items along with a hat on the checkout area, he looked at me with a raised eye brow. I put some money that was hidden in my shoe on the table. He grabbed the money and handed me the change but I declined and put it back on the table raising my finger to my mouth.

"Shh."

He nodded and smiled.

{Somehow she makes to the airport and makes it home}

AUTHORS NOTE: SORRY FOR THE WEIRD ENDING TO THE CHAPTER. I LEARNT THAT IF YOU DO THIS AND CARRY ON THE STORY YOU CAN FINISH EDITING IT RIGHT AT THE END. SO, DON'T WORRY ABOUT THIS. IMMA JUST CARRY ON WHEN I GET INSPIRED!