The car stopped in an alley and as if we were waiting for someone, we all waited in silence.
The driver soon began to talk casually to the sluggish man beside me. As they talked, I learned the driver's name or nickname was Dee. The man beside him was mainly addressed without a name making me wonder if he was nameless.
Moreover, they were speaking Italian, making me a bit calm as if I was home. They were ranting in Italian about some random dude named Dickens making me a bit calm until they said something about his five years old child.
"È stato divertente vedere il bambino morire dissanguato" The sluggish man seating close to me chuckled dryly. [It was fun to see the baby bleed to death]No way!
They didn't just mean watching a five-year-old girl bleed to death in front of her father for fun! That was messed up! Even if the person did something bad, I do not support something like that.Even as I listened to them fall more, I could not help but glare at them and still remain scared for my life. If they can murder a five-year girl and call it fun, why was I still alive?
Soon, I sight a middle-aged man walking toward the car. His shirtless body was covered with provocative tattoos, especially that of naked women. Where I suppose his heart should be located seemed reserved as no tattoo was drawn around there. It made it easy that his heart almost looked like the thing not corrupted in him.Seating in the car with the emotionless man seating in the passenger seat in front, the sluggish man beside me, and the driver gingerly walking out to meet the middle-aged man.
From inside the car I sat in, I could not hear what they were talking but it wasn't peaceful. They seems to be disagreeing over something the man was saying until he attempted to put his hand into his back pocket.
It happened so fast.
A piercing scream escaped my throat as I heard the gunshot. Watching Dee and the sluggish man watch man drown in his pool of blood, I knew I was next."He dead!" I said unintelligibly "He shot him, he is dead".
Who the heck was I even talking to? The man that just stepped out of the car, walked to my door, yanked it open, and pulled me by the hair. He pushed me to the ground beside the dead man.
"You were not supposed to see that..."
"Amara" I reminded.
A small smile spread across his face and vanished as soon it as came. He took a gun for his back and pointed it at me. I could see how impatient he had grown but he needed something I no longer had.
"You don't give me the ring, I kill you," The sluggish man said "If you then give me the ring, I still kill you".
"In other words, you are going to die" Dee explained as if I never understood.
I wanted to glare at him but the gun pointing at me and the dead man with a bullet in his dead scared the heck out of me.Not again! Not me seeing a dead person with a bullet wound in his head like my late parents. I am going to need therapy for the rest of my life when I can afford a cheap yoga section from a blind Italian woman in her late fifties.
"I will say this one more time, ragazza," the sluggish man said as he removed the safety of the gun "Where is my ri..." [Girl]
"I swallowed it!" I screamed.
What else should I have done, let him shoot me? That didn't help still as the man walked close to me and grabbed my jaw. He pressed both sides and stared into my open mouth as of wanting to see inside my stomach. Without warning, he dipped his finger into my throat for a few seconds making me tremble before I gagged.
I wasn’t expecting him to just stare at me blankly for a few seconds as if thinking of what to do to me. If I wasn’t mistaken, I would say I saw him run his tongue across his lower lip.
I heard the other man chuckle before moving closer to look at my face. His brows raised as if he was trying to understand what I just said before he grinned. He looked at the other man and shook his head as if he wasn’t still understanding.
“Luciano, Did she just….” He was cut short when the sluggish man yanked me closer.
I should stop calling him sluggish since I now know his name, Luciano. That’s such a nice name, it made me wonder why Dee had not mentioned his name since they were talking. At this point, I don’t know if I should be a bit calm that Luciano just kept staring at me mutely or if Dee had a small smile on his face the whole while. I get it, I might be a weirdo but this silence is killing me.
With Luciano’s hand still holding my jaw, he brought me close to his face and stared blankly into my eyes. I was about to say something when he scoffed and looked away from me.
“Dee, she said she has it in her stomach,” he said through clenched teeth.
"You fucking swallowed my Diamond ring?" Luciano yelled this time at my face, sending saliva into my eyes and open mouth.
Since he was holding my jaw, I nodded, trembling and peeing on myself. If that was all I did, it would have been better but he didn’t just stop. He brought out his gun, placed it inside my mouth, and smirked. My eyes went wide open as I gagged, he would attempt to move it out a bit and put it back to have me gagging and mumbling inaudible pleadings and apologies.
"You still have to die anyway because, in the next few seconds, your senseless brain would be all over the floor and my face..."
My legs began to feel like jelly as I placed my palms on his hand which was still holding my jaw. Tears endlessly flow down my eyes as my nose too began to run.
I didn’t care if I look like a pig, all I wanted at that moment was to live, I want to get out of this mess and my entire life, and I would make sure not to steal again. Even if the thing would be so beautiful or would endlessly scream my name, I still would not do anything like stealing, Again.
Although I knew my cry and what I was saying sounded muffled and he won’t hear anything, I still tried my best. I still tried to cry more which wasn’t hard at all for me.
Pictures of my late parents with gun wounds filled my memory, making me grunt, and sniffed unattractively but I don’t care. I kept doing it until he brought out the gun from my mouth and let go of my hurting jaw.
“I will get it back,” I said gasping for air “I swear, I w….”
“How?” Luciano asked calmly “How the fuck would you do that?!” he yelled.
Flinching and taking a few steps back, I raised my palms in front of me as I shook like a wet leaf. “I –I will uhmmmm” I paused for a few seconds “.“Please, just let me poop it out!" I cried "I beg you, just let me live to poop it out then....then...the...”
"I will still kill you," Luciano interrupted “We have a deal already" he added.
Driving into a mansion, I took my time to be aware of my surroundings. After Luciano and Dee had finished up with the dead body of the man they killed, they threw me back into the car and drove off. Getting to a desolate area, I thought we were going into another dimension as all I could see were trees, trees, and lots of trees. It was as if we were going into the middle of nowhere when the car suddenly stopped in front of a tent and went off. The men came down the car, totally forgetting about me until they got to the front of the tent and spoke with the person. I was expecting to see someone as evil as the new bass voice sounded only for me to see a handsome man dressed in a pink gown, black trousers, and a pink tiara. His hair seems high in a messy ponytail and he was holding his phone up to his face as if he was or is on a video call. “Don’t tell me it brings your kids to work day again, Luca” Sure that voice belongs to Dee, Luciano would have just
Those assholes still covered my mouth with that duct tape. That is so un-human. I didn't feel anything when I was been thrown into a cell-like room. It was dark, just sounds of dropping water or liquid, and a foul smell. I should be worried about everything but when I remember what I pass through in Italy; in my parent's basement, I shivered. No roaches, no rats, no mosquitoes here. I just lay on the cold floor, thinking about school. I can't get a carryover, but I need rest. Soon, I draft off, sleeping like a newborn. When I say a newborn, I meant I would wake up every twenty minutes to look around and cry for no reason. Then, I would remind myself of how I got myself into this mess and that I have made a deal already so killing me won't be necessary. That also doesn't mean I should sleep and have that evil-looking man point a gun at me. "Stop begging, we won't kill you now" Opening my eyes, I realized I have begged him not to kill me
A whole day! Days? I just don't know. I knelt down for a whole day without food or water. No light, no air, nothing at all. My arms were still chained and I feared that Luciano and his brother might have forgotten about me. It won't be nice to starve here to death still chained. I didn't bother to open my eyes, I just knelt still. What's the point? No light, no air, no water. If I try to shake, I am sure it would not happen; even if it happened, the glass in front of me would mess up my skin. I lost count of the hours already that I felt I have been here for months. What if I just give up? What if I just forget about everything and... I could not tell if it was my imagination but I heard the door unlock. The door soon open and I heard someone walk in. The figure seems huge as the person made pop sound with his shoe. No one needs to tell me, I can already perceive Luciano's perfume. "Let's see what we have here" I didn't say
LUCIANO'S POV Just three days! Three days and I have never had my peace with my twin brother always talking about how useful he thinks Amara is. He would give me lots of reasons why I shouldn't sell her off or just kill her. Dee has been a little obsessed with this thief, that's not a nice surprise. Since Jordan; his male lover's disappearance, there hasn't been anything like this for four years. Frankly, I feel like I should remind him that he is gay. I have never seen him so interested in a woman before. What's most shocking about this girl is her look and the way she has him wrapped around her tiny fingers. For some reason, that hurt me. "Lu Lu" While eating, I occasionally looked up at my plate to him Dee staring at me. I can't tell if it's because he called me using the name I hate the most because of what I am thinking about. "Luciano I was thinking about.." "The girl in the cell?" I asked. Dee shrugged. Dropping his cutleries, he mo
It wasn't too late.I was sure I left her some minutes ago and now she is cold. As I watched Dee bring Amara out of the ceil, she has passed out already. Her feet and palms looked a bit Purple and she looked really pale. Shit! I shouldn't have done it. I know she isn't sent, she is just a random caress thief. Amara didn't know anything about Alita and I should t have punished her for the woman I used to love. Watching Dee walk out of the room after placing her on the bed, I knew I should have given her this room before. There are plenty of rooms in this mansion and I was so stupid checking why she looks so much like Alita isn't of being human for once. 'Damn it!' There was no point in touching her to check if she is still alive, her breast was raised and fell and I can tell that she is alive. Just that it was faint, her lips seem almost white as her eyelid moved a bit. With the way I am seeing her, she isn't going to wake up anytime soon but she
Two days exactly the hours I gave her and she is well, at least looking alive again. Having known that she lost her parents at a tender age and wasn't treated right. From my point of view, I feel she has suffered a lot; why the heck is she now all weak? Seating in my office while I wait for Dee to arrive with the doctor, I watched Amara. The number 3 seems good on her, especially when she is the third female that has come into my to make a difference. Although, it's still early but I know that feeling when it happens. I know something different is going to happen when I haven't been able to kill her or hurt her since without feeling guilty. The room I kept her seem calm for her, the peaceful Orange color she would like. Not sure but I know women that hate pink like orange or Black. At least the camera installed in the room can't be so blank, it decide to show me a sad look girl who had done me no evil. Frankly, she did nothing because the ring she st
Dee smiled. He stared me dead in the eyes and shrugged. Well, I was expecting him to say something, like the reason he doesn't like talking about his sexuality but he didn't. Heading to the door, I pulled the handle and waited. "You are not saying anything?" I asked. I want it to look as if we both make the agreement when naturally, I make the orders alone. Just like when Dee asked for permission to run the tax collections for a city in Italy. He should have asked for a different one but he chose Naples. That's one of my biggest centers and I am not going to let him take over. Obviously, we would be enemies if I let him in. "Say something, Dee. Stop looking like a. . fish?" I asked unsurely. The look on Dee's face wasn't what I expected. It was like he was trying not to look as if he hate me, or not wanting to act pissed. "You want me to send her off?" "No, we need her," Dee said. That was too quick as if he was panicking or has
AMARA'S POV This has to be a joke, a very expensive joke. Staring at this devil, I tried to smile. Well, it did t come out well because his gaze fixed on me for a while before he cleared his throat. He then moved around, Smiled; definitely not a normal one. From my point of view, I would say it's a smirk but at the same time, it's a smile. "Strip," he said again. This man has to be crazy. Very crazy! He can't just walk in and ask me to strip. How evil can he be? How more evil to kidnap someone amd keep them in a dark room without light for days! I can stay without eating for days but you see light!!! I rather not have it. I need to see the thinnest source to survive. It won't be nice to feel or have disembodied hands touch you all of a sudden. Or voices, you just know the voices sound familiar but you can't wrap your head around them. Slowly, I began to go on my knees as I tried to beg. The pride in me seems like it's threatening to b