EMILY
Those words hit me hard to the core. I wanted to let him know I was way stronger than what he thinks, and that I wasn't scared of anyone, not even Matteo Romenetti. But then, something inside of me told me he was very much right about what he said. What if things turn out the other way round? What if my life doesn't get back the same way it used to be? I let out a heavy sigh, rubbing my forehead softly as if that would help. It didn't. “What am I supposed to do?” I looked at him with worried eyes. “I just want to let Chief Ramos know I can't do this anymore.” “You have to talk to him.” “I already did,” I sighed for the tenth time since I walked in here. “He wouldn't listen to me. He kept insisting I was the best for the case.” “I can help you talk to him then.” I looked at him closely, wanting to be sure he wasn't serious when he said that. “Talk to Chief Ramos? On my behalf?” I scoffed. “I'll be damned.” I've never been this scared since I started my career as a detective. I had all cases handled, to the point criminals hated it when I got involved in their case. But now, I felt I wasn't really called for this job. New cases came up, but Chief Ramos had others take it. When I tried taking up a case, he reminded me I had one on desk and he needed feedback by the end of the week. Stubborn Kent went ahead to convince him to let him take the case instead, but Chief Ramos refused. Night came, and for a moment, I didn't like it. It's that time of the day when I had to work with my brain to figure things out, things I wasn't sure I'd ever find. Stephanie was asleep when I got home, but she had my lunch ready in the kitchen. After a brief shower, I had my lunch, then I headed for my office. My phone buzzed from the edge of the table, I checked on it, it was a message from Gina. She's been the one caring for Stephanie during the day, and I can't explain how grateful I am to have her in my life. She texted to check on me, so sweet of her. “I'm home now,” I told her. “Stephanie is asleep. Thanks for being there for her.” “Nah, it's nothing. Just make sure you get some rest too, okay?” “Sure,” I texted back, even though I knew that was one impossible thing I could offer myself right now. “You too.” I dropped my phone, trying to focus on Matteo's backstory in one of the files. This was the eleventh time I was reading it, but it felt like it was my first. Surprisingly, I was reading stories I've never known him for. It was like this wasn't the same Matteo I knew, like this was a different version of him he kept away from me years ago. They made him look like he's been this way since he was six. Matteo was nothing close to what they stained him as. He was gentle, nice, loving, way caring than any man could be. But here, I was reading the backstory of a born villain. Then, my phone buzzed again, and I checked on it, half expecting it to be Gina. Maybe, she just remembered to say goodnight. Instead, I got a message from an unknown number. I tried thinking and rethinking whose number it was, but no one came to mind. “You're Emily Thompson, right?” I furrowed at the message. “Who's this?” I asked. “Stay out of the case, and stop digging. Or you'll end up losing your life.” “You don't scare me,” I typed. “I've faced threats worse than this, and you know what happens in the end? They end up in a cell.” “Easy, Miss Thompson, you don't want to regret this. Stay out of the case, and I'll stay out of your way. Remember, I'm always watching you.” Immediately, I rushed to my window, staring down at the street for any suspicious activity. Everywhere was clear, except for the passersby who conversed among themselves. I looked at the last message, letting the words replay in my head over and over and over again. “I need to let Chief Ramos know I wasn't safe anymore.” I mentally concluded. The next day, I didn't wait a second to show Chief Ramos the threat message I had received the previous night. “Who sent you this?” He asked. “I don't know,” I answered. “We can both see it's an unknown number. I think whoever this is, is related to our suspect. Worse, it could be him.” I waited for a reaction, or maybe, I wanted to hear him simply say, “Quite the investigation.” Rather, he only stared at the message, as if trying to figure who it was without having to guess it. “I'll ask Tony to track this number,” he said instead. “We need to know who this is, and bring him down as well.” I blinked my eyes with my mouth parted. I wouldn't say I was speechless, I'd say I was more than disappointed that he wasn't considering the fact that my life was in danger. All he cared about was finding the culprits and bringing them down. My safety? It was a story for another year. “What about me?” I asked, finally finding my voice. “Don't you think it's time I stepped out of this case?” “No.” “What?” I snapped. “No? Chief Ramos, my life is at risk. Someone out there is watching me, and if I don't stop this case, my life would be in more serious danger.” He folded his hands under his jaw, staring at me like I was some kind of disappointment. “I'm surprised, Miss Thompson, that you could fall easily to a mere threat from an unknown number.” “This isn't the time to play superhero, Chief Ramos.” I reminded him. “That's why you need to get this guy down or else he does worse than good.” I walked a step closer to his desk. “How about you go out there and haunt these guys yourself? Then, we don't have to worry about the outcome.”MATTEO "Sir, you have a guest." I was distracted by the voice of one of my men as he stepped in.I frowned. "A guest?""Yes, sir," He answered. "She calls herself Vivian."Vivian. That name sounded familiar to my ears, a name I never thought I'd forget so soon. I felt Micheala's eyes on me, waiting for an explanation to who the guest was, and why she was here."Tell her I’ll be there in five minutes," I instructed and he left."Why do I feel like Vivian is more than just a mere guest?" She asked. I knew she had said that to get words out of my mouth, and she wasn't going to let go until she got her answer."She's just a friend," I told her. "We'll have this conversation later." I placed the gun down on the table and walked out of the room, leaving her behind.I walked down the stairs slowly, trying to get over the whole incident. At this point, I didn’t need more problems. I just wanted to breathe. But as soon as I reached the bottom step, I saw her.Vivian.She stood in the living r
EMILYI stood there shaking, my back pressed against the cold wall of Matteo’s office. His eyes were full of rage – the kind of rage that could burn down an entire building. I’d seen him angry before, but not like this. This was different. This was deadly.He stepped closer. His breath hit my face, warm and bitter. His hand moved to his side, and my heart stopped when I saw him pull out his gun.“Matteo… please…” I said, almost like a yell. It was now I realized why people get terrified when a gun is being pointed to their face. The fear that comes with it wasn't a mere feeling."Please..." I begged, but he didn’t answer. His grip on the gun was firm. His eyes didn’t blink, he just stared at me like I wasn’t even human anymore.“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” His growled so dangerously that I almost thought I was going to die way sooner before the bullet even got to my weightless skull. “You wanted to play games with me? You wanted to make me look like a fool?”“No! I never–”“Sh
EMILY The next morning came too fast. I hardly slept all night. My mind kept replaying everything that happened at the party — the way Matteo looked at me, the way Victor stared like he was reading my soul, the way those women whispered and laughed. And now, I was here, in this giant house, feeling smaller than ever.I tried to stay out of sight. I cleaned my little space, helped Krystal with a few things, and kept hoping no one would call for me. Maybe if I stayed quiet, Matteo would forget I existed today.But that hope didn’t last long.By afternoon, I was already in the kitchen, sitting down while I watched the chef make fried rice. We were discussing a lot of things, but what I didn't expect was her to raise the topic about Matteo and I."For quite some time now," She started. "I've been hearing rumours and whispers about you and the Master. I've always thought of ways to discuss it with you, but you've been busy on your duty. Since you are here, I think it's the perfect time to
KENT I didn’t know how many days had passed since they threw me down here. Time felt strange in this place. There was no sunlight, no sound except for the dripping water and the rats that sometimes ran across the floor.The room — no, the cell — was cold, damp, and smelled of metal and dirt. My hands were sore from trying to pull the chains off the wall. My throat burned, dry from lack of water and food.And Emily… Emily’s face haunted me. Was she still alive? Were they hurting her? Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. And it kept me breathing.A noise broke the silence. The sound of keys turning in the lock, my head shot up. The heavy door creaked open, and light from a small torch fell across the floor.It was her again — the young woman who brought food. She didn’t say much. Just came, dropped the plate, and left. But today, she leaned by the door longer than usual.“Micheala,” I said in a rough and weak voice. I didn't need anyone to tell me who exactly she was. I remembered h
EMILY I couldn't breathe too comfortably anymore. Not because I was with Romenetti as an acting girlfriend, but the fact that the environment wasn't the kind I was used to. Romenetti was doing so well to keep up with the act, like we were actual lovers.His friend on the other hand, has been silently watching me ever since, like we've known from somewhere or something. As much as I didn't want him to feel too comfortable staring at me that way, I couldn't get myself to look at Romenetti.Even though he noticed how Victor was staring, he didn't seem to care a bit. I made it obvious that I wasn't comfortable here anymore. Rather than finding a better solution, Matteo Romenetti grabbed my hand to a corner, staring at me with this look that gave me the death vibes.“What's wrong with you?” He asked. “I don't feel comfortable here anymore,” I explained. “Why?” he queried. “Met someone you know?”“If I did, I would have raised an alarm already. I just don't like this place, that's all.”
MATTEO Seeing her face was like a slap to my face. I had mentally concluded she was completely out of reach. I hated the fact that I couldn't do way more than I already have to her. I hated that she was the only person that made me feel less aggressive to my prey.She was different, and I didn't know why.As if that wasn't enough, she was ready to offer herself as my sex slave? At first it felt stupid, but then… I found myself replaying those events over and over in my head.“What… did you just say?”“Let me be your slave instead.” She repeated, slightly trembling. “No, the other one.”She hesitated.“Say it,” I demanded.“Let… me be… your sex slave.”If I really wanted to use her, I would have done that a long time ago without seeking her permission. I wasn't like other Mafia who think jumping from one lady or the other was what makes them what they are.I have girls, ladies, women, both single and married who are dying to have me on their bed, but no, I wasn't into that. At least