(her half brother lives in Hawaii!)
"Maybe," she purred with a smirk. "Maybe not. It would be unprofessional of me to reveal my intentions."
"HUNT!"
She rolled her eyes and pulled off the hood, looking over her shoulder at the angry man that had called her name. "Non volevo fargli niente. Stavo solo controllando e divertendomi un po'. Il che è qualcosa che non mi lasci avere." Despite her declaration that she was American, she spoke surprisingly fluent Italian.
(Oh wow. That's cool! Also I'm using Google translate so I have no idea if any of the Hawaiian is right.)
Karkota pushed himself back in his chair at her tone. He wasn't nescacerly found of getting tortured. But then again, who was? At the sound of another voice-even if he didn't understand it- he almost breathed a sigh of relief.
ka heck? Karkota thought to himself, aia paha maanei e pepehi iaʻu.
He almost rolled his eyes at himself, almost.
The two bickered some more and she sighed, grabbing the knife the man gave her and closing the door behind her as she came back. "Okay, here's the deal. You stay here until we say so, and you're also going to give up whatever information we want about your family."
She came up to him in a flash and had the knife under his chin, the point digging into his flesh slightly. "Do we have an agreement?"
He watched them courisly but at the sight of a knife again fear stuck him.
"And if I don't?" He asked, his throat going absolutely dry. If anything Karkota was stubborn, His family taught him that. 'be stubborn and don't give in.' his father used to say.
She really didn't want to hurt this kid. Killing, she could do. Torture? That was like a slap to her face. It was literally one of her worst nightmarish memories. Not cool man, not cool.
"If you don't you get a taste of what the Mafia's favorite weapon is capable of." To prove her point, she grabbed the small dagger strapped to her back and slammed it into the chair in a flash. The wobbly weapon was a hairsbreadth from one of his fingers.
Karkota had opened his mouth to say more. Or course just to be an annoyance. He wasn't going to give up any secrets, at least not easily.
But when the knife came down he snapped his mouth shut, looking up at the girl in pure terror.
Karkota let out a shaky breath. play it safe, he told himself, but was there really anyway to play this situation safely? Either way he lost something, a finger or his life, or even his family.
"Do. We. Have. An agreement?" Tessa asked, voice low as she leaned close. She hoped the demonstration did the trick. She wasn't in the mood to be bloodthirsty today. All she wanted to do was to snuggle up in a blanket and pillow fortress and binge-watch the Harry Potter movies.
"maikaʻi, fine." He said, his voice shaky. Karkota wanted to curse at himself. He felt weak for giving in so easily. But its not like he'd even be taught what to do in these situations. 'kidnapoing 101' what a class that'd have been, a useful one.
She grinned and leaned back, retrieving her knife and sheathing both. "Good. Was that so hard?"
Tessa was about to leave when the door opened, revealing one of the men that had kidnapped Karkota. "Theresa. Not done yet."
Her face fell. "What."
The man jerked his chin at Karkota. "Watch him. Make sure no trouble." His Italian accent was heavy and his English was slightly broken.
"What!? I'm not some babysitter!" She then proceeded to go on a rapid-fire Italian hissy fit. The man didn't look amused.
Karkota was glad, heck over joyed when Tessa looked about ready to leave. He wouldn't have minded being alone, especially after she'd scared him half to death.
But when someone stopped her, telling her to watch him, he could of sweared he died a little inside.
"Of great, yeah um, what am I gonna do? Escape? Don't ya think that'd be, oh yeah, a bit hard?" He hoped his sarcasm didn't automatically get him killed. In fact he hoped it convinced them to leave him alone, so he could in fact attempt escape.
The man glared at Karkota before turning his attention back to a silent but still fuming Tessa. "You watch at you place. No argue."
Now she was deathly calm as she spoke. "It's my house. You can't make me bring some prisoner into my home and expect me to look over his shoulder at all times. IN MY HOUSE." The man didn't budge. Her fists clenched, suppressing the urge to grab the nearest thing and chuck it at his head. Don't grab the knives. If anything, grab the lamp. Lamp. Not knives. Lamp.
(I keep reading this in a Russian accent and Idk why. )
Yes most deffently, he felt his soul deflate. Karkota groaned and sunck in his chair, wishing he'd have been smarter earlier.
"Yes, exactly its her house! I don't wanna go."
Why didn't Karkota know how to shut up? "Besides this rooms great! I've already named a cockroach!" He pulled at his restraints as he spoke. Hopping he'd somehow get free. Even if it was chain. How someone to brake that?
(Lmao. Now you have me doing it)
Tessa turned her glare on Karkota. Not helping! she seemed to say. She then whirled on the man. "Screw you, Romeo. Screw you." She stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her as she left.
The man, revealed to be named Romeo, came over to Karkota and started to undo his chains. He clamped his hands over the boy's arm to prevent him from running. "Hope you like new home," he said sarcastically. "And new roommate."
Karkota cursed under his breath, he'd really been hoping for a chance. "No, no. I'm not gonna live with that woman. She's gonna kill me." He tried to pull away. Practically looking like a child trying to get away from an angry parent.
Karkota was strong, playing all the sports he did growing up had helped with that, but he wasn't that strong. Especially compared to this man- Romeo.
Romeo pulled out some handcuffs and locked them over Karkota's wrists. "Come." He dragged the boy through a different door from the one Tessa went through. He wound through empty halls until they came to a garage.
Tessa was already in one of the limos, furiously texting someone while a man in about his early 20s talked to her like they were best buds–and like she wasn't in a sour mood. "C'mon, Hunt. It'll be fun."
"Babysitting isn't fun. I have to drag him along to my freaking day job!" She looked like she was about to throw her phone, but shook her head and thought better of it. "Diego, I'm not in the mood."
He snickered and looked over at the two approaching. "Ciao. I take it this is your new roommate?" Tessa grumbled something that was best left unrepeated.
He groaned at the handcuffs, "are those really nescacery?" And of course he groaned even more at the winding and twisting of the halls. What was he gonna do? Run away with out knowing his surroundings?
"More like prisoner." Karkota added under his breath, not to happy with the whole situation. He ranted in his native language, mainly about how stupid he'd been. He'd yet to let that go, and most likely wouldn't for a very long time.
Diego chuckled and ruffled Tessa's hair. "Good luck. Do try to keep from killing him within the hour." She growled at him. He just laughed and sauntered away.
Romeo nudged Karkota towards the car. Tessa slid over as far as she could, looking out the window and still looking furious.
"I would rather not get in the car." He said with a smile, pushing back trying to get away. "She's not friendly. Besides, ever hear of human rights? Those are great aren't they? Speaking of which you should let me go." Karkota continued trying to prove his point.
Romeo wasn't having it. He practically shoved Karkota down and into the car. Tessa continued texting, fingers flying over the screen.
"So, who are you texting?" Karkota glared at Romeo, before actually getting comfortable in his seat. He decided to at least for now not be to annoying. After all, they could still kill him.
"No one you know." She sighed and put away her phone. The hidden driver started the limo and pulled out of the garage, starting to head over to Tessa's place.
Why her? Why couldn't he just be stuck in the same room as before until they got what they wanted?
Because you're scary and they're using that against him.
Shut up brain.
Karkota nodded his head, making his dark brown hair wiggle out of place. He quickly fixed it with his cuffed hands. Making a show of them rattling.
"What exactly do they want from me?" His eyes narrowed and many personality from before gone. Now he seemed more like a bussnes man. At last as much of a bussnes man a 19 year old boy could seem like. Karkota figured if he wanted answers he'd might as well stop acting childish.
"You expect me to know?" Tessa snapped. She was not in a good mood. Lack of sleep. Someone had stolen her Doritos. And now she had to babysit.
What a day.
"Well they did send me with you after all. I'd assume they'd have told you?" Karkota looked to her before the door.
what are the chances of death? he thought to himself, consenplatting stunt rolling out of the car. Not that, that'd be smart. But hey, he was willing to try anything once.
"A weapon doesn't ask questions, nor does it need to know anything but where to hit," she said blankly. "And try to jump, and we'll see what kills you first–me or the road."