Chapter 12: The Escape

“God you’re so beautiful…” Justin kissed my forehead after we had sex for the 3rd time that afternoon.

“Thanks…” I turned so I could face him and ran my hand down his face. I was blushing a little and I could tell he thought that was adorable by the way he was grinning at me.

“Did you mean what you said?”

“About what?” I questioned, playing with the JT necklace that adorned his neck.

“When you said you loved me, did you really mean it?”

I looked up at him with a smile forming on my face. I did think I meant it, I mean sure I wasn’t 100 % but I did think so. He gave me butterflies in my stomach, and okay he was my kidnapper but it wasn’t by choice. I leaned up and placed a small kiss on his lips.

“Yeah… I do.”

He wrapped his arms around me tighter and the smile on his face never seemed to fade.

“I wanna give you something…” Justin sat up in the bed and fumbled through his pants looking for something in his pocket.

“You don’t have to give me anything…” I watched him curiously, and played with the edge of the comforter.

“No… I want to. I’ve wanted to give it to you since the night at the club but I didn’t really get the chance to…” There was a small black box in Justin’s hand and when he opened it, I couldn’t help but to gasp.

It was a beautiful necklace, a 3 stone diamond pendant with a beautiful diamond crusted chain. It was all in platinum and it was just stunning.

“Justin… oh my God…”

“You like it?”

“I love it!” I threw my arms around him and hugged him tightly, placing kisses all over his face. He carefully put the necklace on me and I couldn’t stop smiling.

“It looks gorgeous on you…” He stated, I ran my hands over the necklace and beamed at him.

“Justin… you didn’t have to do this… this must have been really expensive…”

“Don’t worry about it…” Justin grinned at me and kissed my neck lightly.

“Thank you though.” I leaned up and kissed his lips softly. The kiss started to get more heated but Justin pulled away.

“Before we start round four…we need to talk…”

“About what?”

Justin sighed and ran his hand through his hair. I pulled my bathrobe back on and watched him.

“Justin is everything okay?” I asked. He was just staying quiet and it seemed like something was wrong. “Please don’t tell me you have an STD or something…”

“No!!” He exclaimed. I couldn’t help but to laugh a little.

“Then what it is?”

“Nat, you have to promise you won’t be mad at me…”

“I’m not promising anything until you tell me what’s wrong.” I sat on my legs and watched as he pulled his boxers on and began to pace around the room.

“I just want you to know that I love you…”

“Are you dying?!” I interrupted, as he shook his head and sighed.

“No, it’s nothing like that. I’m not sick or dying… it’s just hard for me to tell you.”

“Justin, just tell me. It’ll be a lot easier if you just say it. I’m sure it can’t be that bad.”

Boy, was I wrong about that one.

“Alright, Nat…” Justin sighed and bit his lip. “I was the one that shot your brother. Not JC.”

I stopped, not able to believe what he said. It couldn’t be true. This had to be a lie.

“No Justin… you didn’t…”

“It was me…He started to come toward me and I had no other choice…” Justin looked at me, begging for me to understand him.

“Get out.”

“No… I’m not leaving Natalia. I didn’t want to hurt him or you. I’m sorry…”

“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK!!! GET OUT!!!!” I screamed, getting off of the bed and holding myself up by clinging to the night table.

“Nat… please…” He walked toward me and I screeched. I grabbed the lamp and chucked it at him.

“GET OUT!!!!” I was trembling with anger. I couldn’t believe he did this to me. He made me think that I could trust him, when in reality he had tried to murder my brother.

“Natalia, I love you… please… we can work through this…” He had managed to dodge the lamp I chucked at him and kept walking toward me.

“Love?! LOVE?! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW ABOUT LOVE!!!! YOU’RE JUST A COLD BLOODED KILLER!!!! YOU DISGUST ME!!!! I HATE YOU!!!!!!”

He closed his eyes for a minute, feeling the pain from the words I had said to him.

“What the fuck is going on in here?!” One of Tommy’s men came into the room with a big gun in his hand.

I headed straight for the bathroom and locked the door shut behind me. I slumped down to the floor, shaking.

“NATALIA OPEN THE DOOR!!” Justin’s fists were coming down hard on the large wooden door.

“JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!”

I thought I was going to be sick. I slumped down onto the cool tile of the floor and ignored Justin’s pounding on the door. It seemed almost hypnotic after a while.

Tears pooled my blue eyes as I stared up at the ceiling, feeling so disgusted with myself. I slept with the person who ruined my life and tore my family apart. I slept with the man who tried to kill my brother.

I was even more determined then ever to get out of this hell.

**

When the knocking and yelling died out for a while, I finally came out of the bathroom and got dressed. I didn’t care if I had to die trying, I was going to get out of this hell.

I put on a pair of Manolo Blahnik boots, low cut jeans and a black button down shirt. I headed toward the balcony and grabbed the other lamp from the opposite night table. I took one last look at the glass door and smashed the glass open.

An alarm went off and I silently cursed. I hadn’t thought of the possibility that Tommy might have an alarm in his house.

I grabbed the rope of sheets I made and ran out on the balcony. I tied the rope to the balcony and quickly climbed down to the ground.

As soon as my feet hit the ground, I ran to the garage and spotting Justin’s jaguar with the door open and the keys in the ignition.

I smirked to myself thanking God for the good luck and jumped into his car. The alarm would act as the distraction I needed.

I pulled out of Tommy’s garage and headed toward the gate. Increasing the speed I managed to knock the gate down, but denting Justin’s car a hell of a lot.

I zoomed down the road unsure where I was going, until I heard a voice from the backseat.

“Natalia?” I looked in the rear view mirror and spotted Hope sitting up.

FUCK!!!!!!!

I had Tommy Ryan’s fiancé in the car with me. GREAT! I was fucked I was really fucked.

“Oh my God. Hope… I didn’t know you were here…”

“Don’t worry… just keep driving…”

“Huh?” I questioned, raising an eyebrow as I glanced up in the mirror.

“You and I had the same idea…I was planning on getting out when Justin was going for a ride. But he got distracted when the alarm went off.”

“Yeah… I guess I made my break… come sit in the front.”

Hope climbed into the front seat and sighed a little.

“Make a right on Court Street, we need to get to Orlando.”

“Hope, maybe it’s not my business, but why did you leave?” I turned right like she said and kept driving, always looking back to see if anyone was following us.

“I got sick and tired of it. I hated Tommy’s lifestyle, I gave him the ultimatum to change but he didn’t even bother. It was like he didn’t even care.” Hope’s eyes started to tear and I felt sorry for her. “It was like I was his prisoner instead of his fiancé.”

“Then the hell with him. You’re too good for him Hope. You don’t need him.”

“I know but I don’t know what to do with my life now…”

“Come to New York with me, Hope.” I suggested and she half smiled. “You can start over, you won’t be the fiancé of Tommy Ryan, you can be yourself.”

“You’re right…we’ll figure something out…”

I headed down to Orlando, occasionally coming across some cars that followed us. I would speed up and loose them, but it got really scary, especially when one of the cars tried to run us off the road.

When we got to Orlando, Hope showed me a Police Station that Tommy wasn’t bribing. It was scary that we had to drive so far to find a place that wasn’t under Tommy’s control.

Hope and I burst into the police station and I quickly called my family. My Mother was screaming, insanely happy that I was all right.

She bought us two tickets back to New York, and Hope and I headed home.

I hoped to leave behind my trauma, but in reality, the story was just beginning. This wasn’t the last time that Hope and I would have to deal with the Ryan Crime family.

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