The elevator door opened as three henchmen entered with guns pointing in all directions.
"Search the office, and be careful. His bodyguard is armed." The first henchman said as he walked to the office with his men behind him.
"Gosh, Vanessa muttered, Marcel was too close, she thought." That wasn't my problem now, sweat washed her face as it dropped on the floor.
It was only a matter of time until we were caught. The very thought made Vanessa's legs shake.
They were hiding in a large empty cupboard. Marcel and Vanessa were slightly apart from each other but just for Vanessa to hear his breaths.
Marcel was visibly shaking. He was praying as his white suit was covered in sweat, as if he had taken a bath.
Vanessa held her gun out, pointing it at the cupboard door, her hands shaking, but the determination in her heart burning.
Slow footsteps approached the door.
Vanessa gritted her teeth as she tightened her grip on the trigger.
The cupboard door opened.
Four guns were pointed at them at the same pace.
Vanessa dropped the gun down as she and Marcel were led out. The heat emanating from the cupboard, a testament to their misery.
Vanessa struggled with a henchman who held her two hands behind her back, as Marcel was held and beaten.
"Let go of him," Vanessa shouted struggling.
"Shut up brat, I won't hear another word from you."
The first henchman pointed his gun at Vanessa, he grinned as he walked up to her.
He stroked her hair. "You look very beautiful by the way," maybe the boss would like some time with you before he.... ."
"Get off her Marcel snapped. Don't you dare touch or lay your fingers on her otherwise I will break all of you." Marcel's eyes were filled with anger as he spoke.
Something leapt inside of Vanessa.
Shut up.
The first henchman punched Marcel in his ribs. Marcel groaned in pain as blood gushed from his mouth.
"Marcel," Vanessa choked calling his name as she looked horrified.
Now before we head back. The henchman pointed his gun at Marcel's head.
"I would so love to kill you right now, but I'm sure my boss would prefer that. You have no idea how much money we would be making just from your death you bloody CEO rich twit. " He spat on the ground.
"What do you want from him?".
The henchman turned and looked at Vanessa with a wide grin.
"Just a plot to end him from the big boys, he replied."
"The big boys, who could they be? Does this mean there are people in the high class of society and businesses that want Marcel dead, Why?."
"So this wasn't a Mafia organisation of sorts, it was a high-profile person who just wanted Marcel dead for one reason that could benefit them. It could even be a family member." She thought.
"No, it can't, there was no way it could be a family member. Who am I kidding, Marcel only had his Mom, father, Donald, his brother and Marie, his sister, who was abroad. Must be someone else." She glanced back to look at the men.
Vanessa and Marcel were led back to the Mall on the last floor.
The victims of the incident stared at Vanessa and Marcel like they were some lost relic that had finally been found.
Whispers filled the air.
Ssshhhhhh the boss of the operation silenced the crowd as order was maintained.
"Finally, finally, you both have been found. You gave me a tough time, but it was worth it in the end." He raised his hands in gratitude.
"What do we do with them, boss?" The first henchman asked. "Let's finish them and get out."
"Now you have finally found Marcel Davidson, can you please release us now." A man dressed in a black suit with medicated glasses spoke, his gold watch revealed his wealth, but his eyes were pleading.
The boss removed his pistol and shot the man dead.
Screams filled the air as people shouted. Fear was lit in people's minds.
"Not so fast, there is still more time." His voice was strangely wicked in tone as he spoke.
"Does anyone else want to go home?." He asked.
Silence.
"Perfect." He walked up to Marcel as he put his rifle on his head.
No Vanessa said, "I won't let you do that." She grunted.
The henchman boss walked up to Vanessa. "You are his bodyguard, huh?". He stared at Vanessa for a long while with a puzzled look.
He put his hands on his face.
There was loud laughter as everyone stared at him.
What the… he stammered trying to catch his breath.
"What a fool, huh?" He stared at Marcel. "You hired a female bodyguard".
More laughter, as his henchmen joined him laughing.
"You, I would make sure I end you. Just you, mark my words," she uttered her voice edgy.
The henchman boss slapped her. Her face turned right.
Vanessa Marcel called, worry etched in his voice.
The boss's henchman grabbed her red hair.
"Don't you say silly things, young girl, I can snap you into two right now, you brat."
"You wouldn't dare." Vanessa replied, her eyes lit with courage.
"Of course I can, but before that, why don't I feed you to my men? After they are done with your body, I will rip your head with these bullets." He showed her his gun.
What exactly am I going to do? I can't let them kill Marcel, but there are too many that I can't stop them on my own. She looked at the henchmen, there were at least fifteen of them.
The henchman boss looked at a man standing behind him with an AK-47 in his left hand, he gestures to him as the henchman walks to them.
Whispering, as the man nods.
The henchman walked to Vanessa as he ordered the man holding her to come with him.
Vanessa struggled.
"Where the hell are you taking me to?. She shouted."
"Let go of her," Marcel said, breaking free from his captive as he ran with his bleeding body and bruised face to Vanessa.
Bang. The boss's henchman used his gun to hit Marcel on his head.
Marcel fell unconscious, lying on the floor.
"Marcel" Vanessa screamed, her face pale.
Gunshots were fired in the air as everyone turned in that direction.