Missing In Action • From Dusk till Dawn (Book 2)

V. MI ESCAPADA

"I'll be right back, I have business to take care of," he smiled, walking away.

Once he was out of the room, I quickly stood up, running over to his desk, searching for a number. Seth's or Richie's, anyone I could call.

One number stood out to me, and I knew it was his, I quickly took a pen, writing it on the inside of my upper arm, trying not to make it noticeable.

I looked through his drawers, desperately looking for money. I was shaking terribly, terrified that he might walk in on me.

I found eighty dollars and quickly took it, stuffing it in my pants when I heard his voice outside the door. I scrambled back to my seat, trying to calm my breathing down.

He came back in, taking a seat and looking st me, "you mustn't know my name, you have no idea who I am, do you?" He asked, intrigued, "I'm Malvado, and it has come to my attention that you were a part of the original purchase with the girls, so, how convenient?"

"Convenient?" I asked, unable to hide my curiosity.

"And she speaks," he laughed to himself.

"Maybe, if I get answers," I said.

"Answers, hmm, I think a couple answers would suffice,"

"Why didn't you put me with the rest of the girls?" I asked, knowing the answer, but I need to be with the rest of the girls. Less eyes would be on me and I could get away easier with less eyes on me.

But a current thought entrapped my mind, we freed the girls and he knows I know.

I cursed at myself, thinking about how I should've just kept my mouth shut.

"The girls were taken, but you already knew that," he crinkled his eyebrows, leaning in close over his desk.

"Yes," I said slowly, "but I meant the girls you already currently have,"

"Hmm, yes," he leaned back in his chair, an amusing smile plastered across his face.

"Will you transfer me to them?" I asked once more, bumping my foot up and down.

"That's what you want? Why?" He asked.

"I'd feel more comfortable to be around women going through the same thing as I," my reason wasn't believable, I certainly didn't believe it myself, but he rubbed his mouth and tapped a button on his phone.

"Send Mateo in," he spoke, and we sat there, awaiting the arrival of Mateo.

He walked in, wearing a suit and his hands behind his back, with respect, "¿Qué necesitas, Señor?"

"Take-" but he paused, "what is your name, dear?"

I debated on saying my real name, but it wasn't smart of me, "Camilla," I said softly.

"Take Camilla, here, to the rest of the girls we have left, and make sure she is the last," he looked at me with a wink.

"Sí Señor," he said, grabbing my arm and ripping me out of the chair and out of the door.

He was quick, but I kept up with him easily. I looked around, memorizing every door and every exit, planning my escape.

But we got to our destination too quickly, "Ya métete," he said, throwing me into a room and closing it behind him, locking it.

I looked around, but it was too dark, but it smelled. It was indescribable and I couldn't stand it. All the more to get out.

I thought to myself, I should've stayed in the room I was staying in before, I would've found a way out.