“You are going to be here for a long time,” a voice of a man said. I was blindfolded, but I knew we were still in New York and that I was kept in a box, or the back of a truck, or a container. I tried to visualize where I was and who was coming and leaving the place I was.

"If I could see you, I would tell if you would die first before the rest of your gang, you silly thing," I replied. I was not going to allow someone who does not have the decency to reveal his face to scare me. I felt that they were already scared of me and that was why they blindfolded me. I also knew that this was not a kidnap for ransom, it was a kill-the-target situation. What they were waiting for was what I did not know. Maybe they were waiting for instructions from their sponsors, only time can tell.

The person looked like a guard assigned there and, from the look of things, I think they are three. They had taken my phone and smashed it when we got there, but that would not stop Larry from using the locator to track me. I wondered what was taking him so much time.

The Martinez Gang election will be tomorrow and Sancho cannot name me supreme leader in my absence. I needed to do something fast unless I would have missed an opportunity to be something I had planned for a very long time. One of the major puzzles I needed to fix if I wanted to build the empire I dreamed of.

The air in the confined space was thick with tension as I surveyed my surroundings, my mind racing to find an escape route. The dim light offered only glimpses of the room's features, but every detail became crucial in my quest for freedom.

I sensed the need to try something very soon. If I didn’t either way, I would be killed, and I do not want to die without trying. Blindfolding me did not help as I needed all my sense organs to achieve anything I intended to do. I began to think of what ways and what things I needed to do to get out of here.

It looked like they were waiting for someone. I heard them asking when the ride would come and whether they were to go together. So I envisage that I will be transferred to another location. The locator on the phone would only point out could and if Larry couldn't track the tire prints then it would be difficult to find me. I needed to do something fast or else the situation may get out of my control.

My hands, bound tightly, explored the restraints with a quiet determination. The knots were skillfully tied, evidence of my captors' expertise in handling situations like these. Nevertheless, the Martinez Gang, with its ethos of resilience, had instilled in me the resourcefulness needed to face adversity head-on.

While I was trying to find a way through, I was hoping that June would have raised the alarm that I was missing because that would prompt Larry to use his locator. I hoped it happened that way for my sake. All the turning and shifting yielded a result as my blindfold began to give me, and some part of my sight was restored as I could see my surroundings faintly.

Testing the strength of the restraints, I subtly shifted my weight, probing for any further weaknesses. The sound of footsteps outside the room served as a reminder that time was of the essence. The gang members, relentless in their pursuit, were closing in, unaware of the psychological chess match unfolding within the confined space.

They were gathering their items for a possible transfer and the rest of the team seemed like they were coming to come and get me. My heartbeat increased as their footsteps sounded closer to me. I worked on every part of my body. I was scared for my life and the lives of my unborn kids. I wanted to see them, I wanted to hold them and that inspired me to look for a way out of my predicament.

I knew that a direct confrontation with my captors might be inevitable, but I aimed to level the playing field. A small, sharp object caught my attention. It was a tool inadvertently left behind, perhaps a miscalculation on their part. My nimble fingers worked methodically to retrieve it, leveraging it as a makeshift tool to loosen the bindings.

The sound of footsteps grew louder, signaling the imminent arrival of the gang members. The pressure intensified as I continued my attempts at escape. The adrenaline coursing through my veins heightened my senses, amplifying every heartbeat and rustle in the room.

With a surge of determination, the restraints finally yielded, allowing me to break free. Stealthily, I positioned myself near the door, ready to confront my captors or slip away undetected. The delicate dance between hunter and hunted reached a critical juncture, with the other members of the gang's impending arrival amplifying the stakes.

I planned on making this killing a very quiet one so that I would not draw the attention of the other gang members. I positioned the sharp object I had used to free myself. It was the only weapon I had.

I knew that if I had to use the sharp object I needed more force and energy and I needed to be more precise, but I was already getting tired and there was a certain cloudiness in my sight which could be due to my pregnancy. I held it forth, waiting to make my first move. It was the move that would determine if I would live or not, but I intend to live.

As the door creaked open, revealing the faces of gang members fueled by loyalty and a shared sense of justice, I braced myself for the clash that awaited. The narrative of my abduction was about to take a decisive turn, shaping the fate of not only the Martinez Gang but also the intricate web of alliances and rivalries that defined our tumultuous world.