Rivalry above love-- a dark sketch of mafia life by Bluesky Idea (books to read in your 30s txt) 📖

to make her ears go red and her heart throb in her ribcage. But she had to remain patient.

 

This man was teaching her patience all over again.

 

She was learning the most important rule of a combatant.

 

Nicholas would be proud.

 

But Calliah being Calliah gave in.

 

She flew her axe on the stump which laid intact on it.

 

"Hey man, I'm trying to talk here."

 

"Why don't you stop trying then, Man." He turned and gave her his despised look.

 

"I know what this is about." Calliah couldn't stop herself from speaking. "You don't want to talk to me, or do anything with me because of guilt. Let me guess, you don't talk to your prisoners because you can't bring yourself to do it. After everything you did to me, you think you..you." Erhard was just giving her a deep cold stare. So, she turned the rant about her instead.

 

"I did stop trying. For the past week, all I did was stay quiet and imagine all  the brutal ways to kill you. But my imagination ain't killing no one. I know there is no way I can get out of here and I get that you will kill me if I do anyting. So I'm just talking. I am doing nothing, just talking cause it feels so good to talk, MKE's son." She took a long breath after she was done. "It feels so good to talk."

 

"Erhard." He said calmly.

 

"Erhard Eberstark."

 

"Whatever man, Don't blame me if your name is too hard to speak and seeing that you love your daddy so much, Imma call you MKE's son."

 

Next thing she knew, Calliah was tackled on the ground, his green eyes boring on hers, palms digging on her shoulders, his face red.

 

"Oh, I see, you can't bring yourself to hit a woman. Tell you what, Tony Stark, go on, I won't tell anyone."

 

He gave her a painful jab across her face twice. On his third attempt, Calliah held his fist in her hand with all the energy she could muster. Her blue eyes flickered with excitement. But her palm could only contain so much, his fist landed on her jaw and Calliah screamed.

 

"Alrighty, daddy's boy."

 

She dug her nails on his neck. He howled and she used her hands to crank his neck sideways-- a defense that Nicholas always praised her about. Soon, she was on top. But knowing the size of the bulky man, tackling didn't seem like a good idea. She lifted herself up after striking the heel of her palm on his nose.

 

"Punching is too mainstream, Erhard."

 

"Bitch."

He stood himself up, his nose bleeding already.

 

"You wann fight bitch." He seethed.

 

"More than anything, MKE'S son."

 

She positioned her arms in front of her and he scoffed.

 

Calliah drove herself towards him lifting her hands in a fist, to which he prepared to dodge effortlessly.

 

Little did he know, she was aiming for something else. Her legs was about to slam his. She jumped and motioned her right leg clockwise, and he was on the ground howling.

 

Soon, he was there, dodging her palms, elbows and kicks.

 

He gripped both her hands in front of him.

 

"I don't want you dead before saturday, feisty."

 

She bounced her head on his, then jumped and lunged both her knees on his chest.

 

He coughed and backed away. She ran towards him, lifted her left knee in the air, then her right knee which landed on his chest again.  His knees gave away and he laid coughing.

 

"Bitch." He hissed between his breath. His eyes was full of madness and so was hers.

 

"You don't have to feel guilty for torturing me Erhard. We are no different."

 

Erhard lunged himself to tackle her but Calliah kept defending, elbowing his arms. She couldn't let him lock her legs or waist. She kept fighting . Erhard groaned in pain and Calliah couldn't be any happier. Soon, he lunged his head on her stomach and slammed her on the trailer. Wave of pain rocked through her spine. Then he caught hold of her hair and slammed her head on the trailer. Her eyes watered and blood trickled down her forehead.

 

"I win feisty, Now I want you to suck on my dick." He panted.

 

 Calliah was dizzy but not one bit defeated. She  clutched on his dick from outside his pants and twisted it before landing her knee on it.

 

"I'm sure, sucking a broken dick won't give you any pleasure."

 

She locked her right foot on his crouched one and took her down. Several palm strikes and his face was smeared mass of red.

 

"You understimate me, Mr. Eberstark."

 

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Calliah dragged Erhard to the same rusty cabin she was held captive. She tied his hands and legs hurriedly.

 

Now what?

 

Calliah's heart raced in fear and exitement. Her plan was just to spar, fight a little but now, her captor was unconscious. Guess he wasn't as strong as she gave him credit for.  Now, she didn't know what to do.

 

 Gun. Gun.

 

"Gun."

 

No, Calliah, killing him wouldn't be such a good idea.

 

There was no way out anyway, unless she decided to stay in the jungle forever. And how long before his men showed up?

 

"WHAT ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?" she screamed inside the torn room and her scream echoed but the man laid oblivious. This irritated her so much, she kicked on his face hard. He moved a bit.

 

"wake up, you asshole." she slapped him but he wasn't opening his eyes.

She grabbed on his chin and spoke,

"And you call me weak, huh?"

 When he still didnt respond, she tossed his face away. A part of her wanted to put him through that agony he put her, a part encouraged her to do that but another part showed the faces of men in her life over the years and she lost the debate.

"Good for you I don't hold grudges man." 

 

She started pacing the room back and forth. Her mind was blank. She frisked him for gun but it wasn't there. The most she thought she would get out of this fight were her clothes but now he was down there, limp as a dead man. It disgusted her. She wasn't attracted to him anymore.

After debating with herself for a while, she did one thing both the debating parties agreed on.

"Cellphone." She ran for it in the trailer. Rummaged through the drawers and shelves but no cellphone laid there. Calliah started hyperventilating, adrenaline rushed through her like tide. She decided to calm herself first.

"Common Calliah, calm down, calm down."

 

"Nobody comes here and he is knocked out."

 

"Nobody comes here and he is knocked out."

 

 Repeating it as a mantra,she tried to think.

 

"He wouldn't put it here." She rushed outside towards the edge of jungle where they were chopping woods just a while ago. That seemed like eternity ago to her.

 

And there it was.

 

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"Nick."

 

"Hello."

 

"Nick, Nick." Calliah panted.

 

"Cal, Cal Where are you, where have yo---?"

 

"Nick, I am held captive by MKE's son, he is----"

 

"Hey, hey, are you okay? Did he do anything to you."

 

Nicholas's concered voice soothed her, they always have the potential to soothe her. She inhaled deeply.

 

"Yeah, I knocked him out but he will be awake soon."

 

"Where are you? Why can't I trace your number?"

 

"Nick, just listen, I promised I would bring Fabio to him or he will kill me , Nick. Saturday--I will--- Theodore's---"

 

"Cal, Speak properly."

 

"I don't have fucking time." She inhaled all the same and spoke again.

 

"They want Fabio, I am taking them to Theodore's on Saturday. Then he will let me go. Just make sure Fabio is there on Saturday please."

 

"How do I know you're not speaking that at gunpoint?"

 

"Damn it, Nicholas." Calliah huffed. "Okay, okay, you used to take me to the beach, you told me I could do this, overcome my fear and be strong." Calliah's eyes welled up at the memory and the fact that she was talking to Nicholas again. She spoke half crying.

"To protect myself, from Fabio, you helped me---"

 

"And you will go where, Cal? Everyone thinks you are dead, or kidnapped by them. If Fabio dies, you can't come back, they will know."

A sudden silence followed his words. Her heart wept and she started sobbing, her other hand rubbing her sweaty forehead.

 

"Hey baby, listen. You do what you have to do okay, I'll bring him. Did you listen to me? I will bring him."

 

"Just get my passport ready."

 

" I will. I will."

 

"I don't want no plans, Nick." She screamed in her choked voice. "I just want to get out of here and I want him de----"

 

A bump and Calliah saw red dot in front of her eyes. The woods swirled and rippled and her head hit the grass.

 

"Hey there, slut."

 

Calliah saw a blonde figure in front of her with a log that she had just chopped earlier.

 

"Who---are--you?"

 

Who do you think it is? Next chapter's gonna be a flashback. Till then, sayonara..In the mean time, if you have any questions, shoot....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Publication Date: 03-23-2017

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