Page 70 of Owned By Frank

Frank’s POV.

I open my eyes slowly, the sparkling light makes me close them quickly. Seconds later I open them again.

I look around, everything is filthy and disgusting. The bad smell emanating from the walls is unbearable.

I try standing but a severe pain in my right rib makes me lie down again in one go.

I am breathing heavily because every time I inhale the shooting pain in my abdomen I am reminded that I am hurting.

I put one hand and press on the injured part and then put strength and get up, releasing curses due to the pain.

I walk a few steps looking at the place. There is only one door and I have no doubt that it is closed and guarded. The room has no windows, in simple words it is impossible to escape.

I feel the metallic taste of my lower lip spreading across my palate, as well as a small bloodline running down my head.

Dry blood is in my nose and I can feel the pain in my left eyebrow. The bastards have really hurt me.

I slightly lift my T-shirt and look at my abdomen. The purple color expands from my navel to my right rib.

I try to hold on but even that gets complicated. When I think about taking the next step, the door opens wide.

Four guys come in through it, hold guns and come at me quickly.

- Nice... - one of them hits me in the face with too much force making my body crash against the cold floor – Nice welcome... - I conclude.

I touch my lower lip and the blood spreads all over my mouth again.

He laughed at me and I remained lying there holding my rib, as if the pain would disappear with that act.

- You should stop by my mansion, I'm sure we'd give you a better and warmer welcome...

They smile and show their disgusting teeth. The desire to get up and teach them a damn lesson is not lacking, but after all, that is part of the plan.

- Our boss will be coming to see you soon - says one of them.

- And they are waiting for my permission? - I make fun of it.

Once again his fist hits my face.

- Don't try to be funny and raise your hands to your chest - he commands.

I stand carefully, avoiding pain and showing a smile as I follow the orders.

The other guy starts up and takes care of adjusting my hands perfectly with the rope.

They smile and just walk away laughing. I control my impulses and say to myself, "It's part of the damn plan.”

A few more minutes pass and I still remain in the same place until the door opens again.

Four guys come through it, two of them stand on either side of me, while the other two escort their boss.

I can't help but laugh when I see who it is. Of all the damned people I ever imagined, I never, ever thought that the person who wanted to kill me at all costs was precisely the person in front of me.

Sounds like a fucking joke.

- It's a fucking joke, right? – I say.

Everyone remains serious.