Accidentally

Yvonne was feeling cold, not the temperature sort, more like the kind where your body goes still, your face looses all its blood and you feel your imminent demise. She was feeling that because she was almost certain that today was the day she dies, her eyes never straying from the incredibly good looking man on her couch who was glaring her down.

Rewind one hour and we have the start of the situation in which Yvonne now found herself.

Yvonne spent most of her days in her office at the local newspaper company. Her partner did the leg work and got the photos, she wrote the articles. Some days she stayed back late just to get the writing done, which happened more often when a lot of rumours were floating around about this celebrity or that one.

Tonight was one of those days and it was nearing nine o'clock at night when she finally sat down in her car and took a deep breath. She loved her job, but it sure was exhausting. She pulled out of her regular spot and drove off for home. If she had been a little less tired, she might have noticed that her car was unlocked when she reached it.

It was after she had reached home and parked in her designated spot at her apartment complex, that her gaze passed over her back seat. Which was when she finally noticed she had an unexpected passenger.

Her first instinct was to step back in fear, but when her senses returned, she finally noticed he had yet to move. She thought back to her drive, he must be unconscious or he would have done something by now, especially during the drive. 

With hesitation, she reached for the door handle and slowly opened the door. She was unable to see the man's face as it was hidden under his right arm, but she was now able to see a bit of red in his blonde hair. He was clearly injured and that set her into motion.

As small as she was, she mustered up the strength of a person unable to leave behind someone in need, and hauled him out of the car. She strained under his much bigger build, but was able to shut the door and locked her car.

It was slow going, yet she managed to get him into the elevator, and after leaning him against one corner, she pressed the button for her floor. She had no idea who this man was and she really hoped all her neighbours were already home, she did not want any of them to see this.

She leaned against the opposite wall of the elevator, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She had no idea what she was doing, but she sure hoped it was worth it. 

She opened her eyes and looked in his direction, she was still unable to see his face as it now tilted down into his chest, but he certainly had a nice body from what she could see through the Henley and black skinny jeans . She shook her head of the thought, now was not the time, and walked over to haul him back onto her shoulders, they had nearly reached her floor.

She heard the ping that indicated they had reached her floor and after the doors opened, she stuck her head out, looking around to make sure none of her neighbours on her floor were outside their rooms.

The coast was clear and she hastily made her way to her door, which was conveniently only three doors down. She got her keys out of her bag, unlocked the door and basically pushed the poor man to rest against the inside of her apartment so that she could close the door.

She had made it into her apartment, the last step was to get the man onto her couch. She was nearing complete exhaustion and muscle cramps when she placed him on the couch, as carefully as she could so as not to hurt him further.

Now that she would no longer have to move him around, she stretched out her aching shoulders and her legs.

Next, she moved to her bathroom for a towel and bowl of water, she wanted to find and clean the injury in the hopes to see how bad it was. She prayed it was nothing too serious, the last thing she wanted to do was have to drag him back to her car to take him to the hospital. Which in hindsight, maybe she should have done that in the first place.

Not being able to change the past, she gathers what she needs and heads back into her living room. The man had not moved, but she feared he could still wake up at any moment. Placing the bowl on the coffee table, she reached forward to turn him properly onto his back. He chose that moment to wake up.

His hand shot out and wrapped around her wrist, stopping her movements as she reeled from shock. Without letting her go, he sat up carefully, clearly his head was still a bit tender. When he was fully upright, she finally got a proper look at his face and she froze.

Even the dried trickles of blood could not cover the recognisable features of his face. She had just written an article about this very man only last week. Not the celebrity rumour kind, nor the popular business man kind. No, he had been in the 'head of a mafia group' kind.

She had accidentally kidnapped a mafia boss. Hence the cold dread of her imminent demise.

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Meanwhile, in the parking lot of the local newspaper, two men were scratching their heads over where their boss was. They had been sure they had put him in the backseat of their car before chasing down the guys who knocked him out, but he was no where in sight.

Prompt: Reverse Trope - Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss.

I'm thinking this needs a part 2 tomorrow. Yes, yes it does. And honestly, this feels like it needs a whole book if given enough love, but I don't have time to entertain that thought 😅