Post #4 of the “She told him that she loved him” series. So what didn’t she tell him? Is she pregnant? Is there someone else? Nah… time to have fun with it.
The same green Volvo was parked outside her house today. Gabby got ready. She moaned as she took the groceries out of her trunk. “I hate these heels,” she said as she came up the front walk. She reached the front door, but couldn’t open it with her arms full of groceries. “Damn it!”
Gabby put one of the bags down and dug her keys out of her purse. She opened the door, put her keys back in the purse, then picked the groceries back up. A quick scan through the crack showed that the living room was clear. Probably inside the bathroom. No more than four.
She pushed the front door open with her foot, walked in, then closed it with her butt. “I’m late, I’m late, I’m so fucking late, Chuck is going to kill me…” She hurried through the living room. The bathroom door was half closed and the kitchen had darker shadows than it would normally have at this hour.
When she passed the bathroom someone lunged out and grabbed her hair from behind. Gabby screamed. She fought every instinct she had and grabbed for his hands. The man shoved her against the near wall. She dropped her gaze down—sneakers. He wrapped one arm around her waist, then she heard a click. A knife pressed against her cheek. “Don’t move, honey. Don’t move.”
Flat blade. Serrated at the bottom, edged at the top. A military switchblade.
She nodded. “Please… please…” She spoke faster. “Just take anything you want. I-I-I-have jewelry, money, take my car—”
“Shut up!” He turned her around.
Another blonde-haired man stood behind the fridge. He smiled at her fear. A third walked out of the bedroom. The others had swagger, but this one had an economy in the way he walked. Coldly aloof.
Gabby imagined horrors, evil monsters in the room, to make her eyes widen even more. She trembled. She breathed shallow, chilly breaths. It made her a little dizzy but it put on a good show.
“I won’t hurt you if I don’t have to, young lady, but we don’t have time. Where is your friend Charles?”
On his way to their dinner reservations, with two gigs of classified data in his phone that he didn’t know he had.
“Wh… what… what are you going to do to him?”
The cold man didn’t waste any time. He walked over slapped her with a hand in a rubber glove. Gabby cried out. As her hair covered her face, she bit down on her tongue to make some tears.
She gasped. Gabby curled her lips down into a mask of terror. He had fast hands. Good to know. Was he a sadist, or were the gloves there for theater?
“That depends on you.”
“Will he still love you if I cut the skin off your face?” the man holding her asked.
“No… no… please don’t hurt me.” If he made a mark she would cut parts of him off for sure. She needed this cover.
“Where is he?”
“He could be at the office. Or at the gym. He works late, odd hours, I never know until I hear from him.”
“Cut her,” the cold man said.
“I can call him! Let me call him!” She forced a horrible smile, with her chin quivering. “I can sound sweet for him. Just like this. See? Just… you won’t hurt him?”
The cold man nodded to the blonde. The blonde took the phone off the cradle. “It’s—”
The blonde man hit the memory dial for Charles’ cell phone. He held the phone awkwardly toward her face. He stepped forward with his left foot. Leftie. The thug moved the knife away. The blonde man pressed the send button.
Gabby stomped on the thug’s foot with one of her work heels, shattering his second and third metatarsals. She punched the blonde in the throat with her left, then dropped as the cold man lunged. He was the real threat. His eyes widened as he overextended with Gabby underneath him. He stabbed the thug in the ribs – Gabby heard the tearing meat. Gabby punched the cold man in the groin, then heaved him over and dropped him to the ground.
Gabby bell-clapped the thug. He fell, still holding the knife in his belly.
Gabby picked up the phone. She stood on the cold man’s neck, deliberately positioning her heel over his jugular vein, then put her finger over his lips to be quiet. Charles finally picked up. “Hello?”
“Hey Chuck! We still on for dinner tonight?”
“Absolutely. Am I picking you up at your place?”
“No, it’s a mess. I have to call the cleaners.” She winked at the cold man. “Why don’t I meet you there?”
“Perfect. See you soon.”
“All right. Love you.”
Gabby hung up. She smiled sweetly at the cold man. “I love him. You don’t need to know anything else.”