You may have stolen me
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Thread Topic: You may have stolen me
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Nickola cocked his head barely an inch, figuring out how to put this in a way she'd understand.
"I have partners who have foreknowledge of something that's going to happen near there," be decided to say. "If you value your safety and the safety of your customers, you will stay away. Now are you sure you'd rather take the bus?" -
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"I'm sure you didn't mean to make that sound like a threat, Nickola," Dahlia said with a soft shake of her head as she inched further away from him and closer to the door. "I'm sure I'll take the bus."
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Nickola let out a soft sigh, then nodded. She didn't know what might happen if she came back to her bakery, he knew, but he couldn't tell her what it was.
"Marco," he called.
As if on cue, the servant appeared through the doorway, as if he had been standing there this whole time.
"Lead Dahlia back to the gate."
Marco gave his master a respectful nod. He then looked at Dahlia and said, "Follow me, Signorina," and walked out of the kitchen. -
Dahlia quickly walked after him, eager to be away from Nickola's lingering gaze. That guy gave her the creeps, big time. She felt pressure on her chest that she hadn't even noticed before be relieved when she stepped out into the fresh air with a content sigh.
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Marco silently led her over to the iron-wrought gate and clicked the code to unlock it. "The nearest bus stop is two blocks that way," he pointed to the right.
"And also," he took an envelope out of his jacket pocket, "the payment for the cake." He held it in his hand for Dahlia to take. -
Dahlia nodded, looking grateful. "Right, thank you. I'd almost forgotten," she laughed. She tucked it into her pocket, quickly walking through the opened gate, relieved to be back in the open.
She walked down towards the bus stop, rolling his words over in her mind. It was probably just a scare tactic to mess her up. Then again, he had no good reason to lie to her. -
Nickola whipped out his phone. "Luca," he said. "The bakery I told you about earlier. I want eyes there." Luca would easily be able to hack into the cameras. "Tell me if she returns there and if there's any danger to her."
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Dahlia stepped onto the bus, paying as was customary and taking her seat. The knot of anxiety and apprehension felt heavy in her chest as she stared blankly out of the window until the bus arrived at her stop.
She politely filed out, opening up the store and walking behind the counter with a relieved sigh. -
Half an hour passed. It was likely Dahlia was suspecting what Nickola had said had all been a bluff.
Forty-five minutes later, however, the door to the store slammed open and in came multiple people, all dressed in black. -
Dahlia's face paled and she took a few steps back, her hands balled into fists as the few customers cowered instinctively. She forced herself to remain calm, her gaze intense. "Can I help you?" she said casually.
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Some of the people were taking the devices of the customers so that they couldn't call the police. The man who was obviously the leader nodded Dahlia's way. "Take her," was all he said to the remaining ones. Without skipping a beat, they started coming her way.
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Dahlia became impossibly paler, feeling around for some sort of weapon behind her. Her hand closed around a wooden spoon. Not much, but it might catch the man off guard.
"This has to be a mistake. I haven't done anything wrong!" she said, a note of panic in her voice. "You need to go. Now." -
A low chuckle came from the man. "You think you can tell us what to do, huh?" he said.
The men had made their way behind the counter, where Dahlia was. -
Her grip tightened on the wooden spoon, so tight that her knuckles whitened. Her gaze turned darker as she glared at them, inching closer to where she kept her kitchen knives. "What do you want from me?! I'm going to call the cops," she snapped, backing away from him as far as she could.
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