Everything had changed since the year 2028. Towns and cities were trashed. What happen to the people? They had to fight for their own lives. Had to scurry far away from the towns and wouldn't even dare step foot into the cities. That's where it all goes downhill. You step in the city but there's no way of coming out. Either you are dead or Trapped. Doesn't matter which one you've end yourselves in you've walked into the darkest depths of darkness. But who knows she might be the lucky one and leave the place unharmed. Unless she cross his path, then there's no way of getting away. Not even a glance. You can't escape him. No one can.

"It's not a dream, it's called Reality"

This one quote changed all of Dayana's thoughts every piece of every one of them. They all went down the waterfall where they could never be grasp again.

Go ahead and read this story if you wanna know what drastic change Dayana had in her life. Was it for the better or for the worst? You'll find out in "Trapped."


42. Ch.40 |Trapped (h.s)


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Third POV:

Taking deep breaths  Harry looked at himself through the mirror. The day had arrived. No more training, it was time to put their achievements in good use, and save Dayana. Grabbing ahold of his only weapon. He took a dress shoe and placed it underneath where it belonged. Sighing he took one last breath and walked out the door to meet up with the rest of the team. They were all huddled around a black van. The windows being tinted black to help disguise whoever was inside from getting caught. They all stood at the trunk of the vehicle where all the weaponry was being placed. Standing in black clothing, weapons hanging from their hips, arms and thighs. If Harry wouldn't have known they were any ordinary people-well as ordinary as it is here-He would have thought they'd came from the SWAT Team. 

A, walked up to him, seeing him standing near the van. She hadn't told him or anyone, the feeling of uneasiness crawling in her chest. It had been eating at her the past two days. She didn't want to worry them anymore than they were already feeling. She couldn't risk having them all unfocused in their priority task. But finding out that Damary and Armando could potentially be in a mafia, was a whole another risk. Being in such deals was putting yourself in the hands of the devil. There was no going back. She just hope for this to be over soon. 

"Here wear this." She handed Harry an earbud. He examined it closely before shrugging his shoulders and placing it inside his ear. Once it was placed, Niall-who was looking at A's and Harry's interaction- harshly whispered "Hello my dear friend." Making Harry quickly take the earbud out of his ear and cringe. He looked at the bud and back at A, who stood starring at him amused. "Fuck, Niall!" Harry exclaimed, glaring at Niall who sat at the back of the van, who innocently shrugged his shoulders.

"You expect me to wear this! Hell! I bet the whole world could hear him." He groaned. Rolling her eyes, she grinned, before replying. "Such a drama queen, and to think I thought you were the devil reincarnated the first time I met you." She chuckled. "Anyways, yes you have to wear it, this will help us know when we should ambush them. Don't worry I'll lower the volume, we wouldn't want your ears to burst and stop hearing my lovely voice, now would we." She smirked knowing, it would make Harry scoff and show his idiocy trait. 

"Okay, let's get going, we'll follow behind you, Harry." Liam yelled, making everyone begin to get into the van. Nodding his head Harry began to walk away. "See you!" A, exclaimed walking towards the van and getting into the passengers seat while Liam got in the drivers seat. Turning the engine on, he followed Harry's car closely, making sure not to lose it. 

Harry sighed heavily, he need to calm his nerves down. It would do him no good, on the contrary it will cause him to make mistakes and he couldn't afford making mistakes now. Tightening the grip on the steering wheel, knuckles beginning to turn a white pale color, he took deep breaths. No very long he reached the infamous restaurant, Omertà where, at least three tinted vehicles were parked, no doubt being Damary's guards. Rolling the car to towards were a valet stood. 

He parked the car, took one last deep breath, and pushed the door open. Stepping out he handed the valet his keys and began his walk towards the doors were two buff men stood stern and stiff. Upon seeing his presence they both step in front of him. Before Harry could even grab the handle of one of the doors. He wasn't surprised when they asked him to stand with his hands up out to his sides and legs spread wide. Soon he was walking in front of the two men and them falling him from behind with cautious eyes.

The restaurant was isolated as he had expected. Roaming the inside, he spotted at least ten men, counting the two behind them. Meaning one men for each of the guys and girls leaving Damary and another men. At the force of a push, he recoiled, throwing the two men behind him murderess glances. Both men unaffected, smirked at him knowing they had the upper hand at the moment. "He has arrived." One of the men speak and steps to stand by my side looking at Damary who sat behind a table drinking from a glass of pure red wine. That sniveling bitch once I get my hands on her... damn if only.. fuck, A, has called dibs on her. Dammit. He thought, tightening his fists.

"Of course I am, dumbass. She can see me." Harry snickered, knowing well enough what reaction he would get from them both. 

"You fucki-" The men sneered, fist ready to pound at him, but stopped at Damary's shrilling laughter. They all stood looked at her with wide eyes. "Damn she sounds like a dying cat." Harry muttered under his breath, looking at Damary, shuddering at the sight of her head thrown back, laughter pouring out of her. "I'll have to agree with you on that." The men at the back of Harry grunted in agreement. Harry grinning turned towards the men and mock saluted him. Which in returned he rolled his eyes. 

"Harry, my darling. You made and I see you've came alone. Good choice, honey. Come have a seat. Marcos, would you be a dear and pour us some more wine." The men who stood besides didn't utter a word and went to grab a wine bottle and another glass. 

"Well." Damary motion with her hand towards the seat that sat in front of her small table. Inwardly groaning, I made my way to the seat and begrudgingly sat down with arms crossed. Marcos who had gotten the wine came and settled a glass of wine down. While he went and poured Damary another. Eyeing the wine glass suspiciously, he thought better than to take a sip from it. 

"So what brings you here my darling." Damary smirked, knowing well enough why I was here in the first place, this was all a game for her in the end. What did she achieve from this? That's right, absolutely nothing. Zero. Zilch. 

He came here for answers and he was going to get his damn answers. She could be a seething snake but he was a prey ready to pounce on it and it just so happen that she was lucky one. Did he care? No. She deserved what was happening. He did no such thing to harm her. He couldn't help that his heart fell for the woman with the stubborn mind. It belonged to her and only her. Couldn't Damary understand that, clearly she couldn't. 

"Cut the crap, Damary. I came for answers and I want answers. I did what you said. Now tell me where the fuck is she!" Harry as calmly as he could asked. 

Damary only brushed him off with the wave of her hand and took a sip of her wine. After some time, she let the glass down and looked at him with what she would describe as innocent eyes. "No can do, darling." Upon hearing this Harry abruptly got up from the chair, making a thump resound through the restaurant, alerting the two men. Scurrying to Harry before he could take ahold of Damary's arms, the two men took a good grip on both his biceps restraining him. Harry begins to thrash in their hold. Finding it amusing Damary starts to giggle only making Harry more enraged. 

With a wave of her hand, Harry looks at her confused, but realization dawned on him. Everything Maria had explain to him that would be occurring was going as said. But something deep down in Harry's gut was telling him everything was too good to be true. As the sack was lowered down his face, restricting him from seeing anything. He knew what was going to happen next. So he didn't bother to struggle. This was going as the team had advanced. So why did he feel like this was way to simple?

As the two men began to pull and push him, he stumbled upon his two feet here and there. He would curse every time he would trip and feel the nails of the two men dig themselves into his arms. Upon feeling being pushed roughly into what he could imagine was a van as he felt metal hit the palm of his hands. He scooted  himself to what he thought was the farthest part of the van. Before he could get any further he felt his ankles and hands being tied with what he presume was rope. 

Sighing he only hoped that the team had seen him being hauled into the van and would follow with the plan. They needed to get to Dayana, before anything else happened to her. He prayed that he would find her in good condition and take her home. Where she belonged.

With hm. 


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