Chapter 102: Am I dying?
Carmen
She continued to talk and I continued to silently listen. I was given a chance to pee under supervision, and the same thing continued.
She would talk, and she talked enough that I began to zone out, wondering who was behind it, our enemy or Gotti, but the more I thought about it, the more I concluded on both.
It still took about fifteen more hours before I was let go, unable to detain me beyond 24 hrs without a viable reason.
I took back my purse, but they refused to give me back my gun, claiming it was evidence in the case they were still building against me.
I stepped out, and I wasn’t surprised to see the media already waiting as I headed straight towards the set of cars waiting by the street in front of the building.
A black suited man gestured towards me, which I instantly headed to as he pulled open the door.
I peeked in, stunned to not see Nico, as I stood there while the shouts behind me were loud, loud enough that I could hear each word as they came closer, hounding me.
"Three people are dead because of you. What do you have to say?"
"Does your gun match the bullets? Is that why you were immediately detained?"
"Witnesses said you raised your gun with intent to fire!"
They continued to shout as I entered the door, slamming it behind me.
I was at the edge of my patience, and honestly it had run out way before I was arrested. I was relieved when the car slowly began to move and it pulled away from the front of the building.
My gaze fixed on the window before I shifted it to the driver, a frown slithering to my face. The face of the driver was rough.
Unlike the kind of men I knew Nico liked to hire to give a clean perception.
My hand slowly unlocked the car door right beside me, just in case, only for the car to suddenly double in speed.
Bad enough that if the road wasn’t crowded, we would have had an accident.
"What the fuck?" I scowled, tossed to the side as the car swerved, and the two in front seemed to pay me no mind.
"Who are you? Do you know who I am?" I snapped at them in anger doing my best not to explode in manic fear.
Clearly I had entered the wrong car something only i seemed to be very much concerned about.
They seemed calm and to them everything was going according to plan.
My heart pounded harder in my chest as I realized that I had nothing with me but an empty purse.
I was scared and paranoid enough to know better than to let myself get caught. I couldn’t. The moment we headed to a more remote section, I was dead.
I would be fucking dead.
My heart raced in my chest as I unlocked the door, pushing it open, only for the car to dangerously swerve again, sending me back in with force.
The man beside the driver was armed, I could see the gun in his hand, but not once did he glance at me. Almost like they knew that there was no way I could escape, and there really wasn’t.
The car was speeding at least at 100 m/ph. Jumping out? I might not survive it. I knew that as thoughts assailed my mind.
I didn’t want to die. There was a chance that if they kidnapped me, I could pay my way out, give my businesses, but again... something much worse might just be waiting for me.
Tears streamed down my face as my heart raced and pounded in my chest, my hands balled into fists as I made up my mind.
Unlocking the door which had been remotely locked once again, I jumped right out of the car, not even checking the surroundings, worried that if I did, I would hesitate.
Even before I landed, the first thing I felt was pain. Landing on the ground, it was like fire bloomed from my chest as I felt multiple things break.
A loud horn sounded, followed by screeching noises, even as my vision reddened. A metallic taste hung in my throat, and for a moment I felt like I was under water, choking.
The thought of getting to my feet didn’t even occur to me, as all I wanted was to open my eyes and confirm that I had escaped.
But my vision was bad. It was like my brain was scrambled, and making out things in my line of sight was like a puzzle I was too tired to figure out.
I could hear footsteps, and all I could hope and pray for was that the attackers weren’t there, but it was quiet and my head was getting heavier.
More screeching noises from cars followed.
"There’s a woman! I think she’s been hit. She’s bleeding!" someone screamed, followed by a gruff voice as my vision darkened faster than I wanted it to.
"...don’t worry, I’ll take her to the hospital," the voice said, deep, low, and not in the least bit friendly.
"Do you know her?" a woman asked, moving closer with a more commanding tone. "I’m a doctor! She needs urgent medical attention!"
"I’ve already called an ambulance!" another said, even as a much elderly voice spoke again, a woman. There were more voices but they sounded much farther than I could make out
"The ambulance would be best! At this point she might bleed out," her voice was the closest thing I could hear, even as my vision completely blacked out.
I tried to move, but I couldn’t, and whatever was happening didn’t seem like I was being kidnapped again, only to hear another deep and gruff voice speak.
"This is none of your business! We need to take her to the hospital! The ambulance might be too late," he said, his voice urgent, and I would have panicked if not that my head felt too heavy.
The voices became much lower, and even the pain which had been tearing through my body suddenly became a distant memory.
’Shit! Am I dying?’ was the last thought I could think of right before everything faded and nothing seemed to exist.
Even myself.
