Chapter three

CHAPTER THREE 

                     DELIA.

All the blood in my veins froze when one of them brought out his gun, the guy beside me stepped forward with his hands up.

"Hey man, I made a mistake-"

"Get down! Now!" The man with the gun barked and my knees hit the ground, my whole body trembling in fear.

Fear of dying on a night out to forget my misery.

Fear of dying with my friends back out there thinking I'm having fun.

Oh God.

What did I do?

I should have stayed at home.

Tears streamed down my chin but I remained silent, keeping my gaze on the ground while the jerk who was chasing me a few moments ago begged for his life. They were questioning him about how he got here and he was speaking for himself.

I could feel someone's gaze on me but I didn't dare to look up and find out who or why they were staring.

"So you're saying you stumbled here by mistake?" The guy with the gun asked, the skepticism evident in his tone.

"Yes! I swear it, ask her" The fool said, stirring the attention from himself to me.

The fucking bastard.

The guy with the gun started walking towards me and I wished I could disappear at that moment. He stopped in front of me and squatted the cold metal on my chin made me whimper, and he used the gun to force my chin up.

The scar on his left eye made him look scarier and he also had those unhinged onyx colored empty eyes, I gulped shaking like a loose leaf in the wind.

"Is this your slut?" He asked the guy not taking his eyes off mine.

"No-yes-yes- yes!" The bastard sputtered as if changing his mind.

"Which one is it?" A cold voice asked from behind the big guy and I peered over his shoulder to find those turquoise eyes on me.

"I... She.. I-"

"I don't know him" I voiced out lifting my chin and the one with the gun furrowed his brows looking at the guy.

"Are you lying to me?" He asked, looking irritated.

"No!"

We both answered simultaneously.

This fucking prick will get me killed!

"Let the girl speak, Elvis" He commanded and the guy removed his gun from my chin before putting some distance between us.

I explained how the guy had been harassing and how he cornered me at the restroom hallway, he started defending himself but Elvis cocked his gun shutting him up.

"You chased her down here after she refused to get your dick wet?" He asked.

"No I... I just wanted to talk-"

A loud gunshot cut off his words and I watched in horror as he dropped down dead with a bullet hole in his head.

His wide lifeless eyes stared up at the ceiling with his mouth open.

I couldn't breathe.

Blood started pooling around the body, and the groaning of the other hanged half-dead man resonated inside my head.

I had to breathe.

I need to breathe.

I look at the man who pulled the trigger, the man who had helped me into the hotel, who I had thought was a model or something.

He's a killer.

Oh my goodness.

The others in the room got up and dragged the dead body from the spot, and someone snapped their finger bringing me back to reality.

"How did you know about this place?" Elvis asked.

"I saw the door and just opened it, I was trying to get away from him" I replied, my voice brittle.

"And last night? Was that a coincidence too?" He asked from the couch and I was forced to look at him, his gaze was so intense that I felt like I was on fire.

"I didn't- I was trying to get into the hotel, I'm sorry" I pleaded and Elvis looked from the man on the couch back to me.

He asked in Italian if his boss knew me, and the latter answered that we met last night when he was getting rid of the son of a bitch.

I don't know what they were talking about but I could tell it had to do with the fire last night.

I was both mortified and grateful for learning Italian when I was in college.

"Did someone pay you to stalk me?" He asked switching back to English.

"No! I don't even know you, why will I stalk you? Please just let me go. I will leave and never speak about this" I wanted to mention that my friends were waiting for me but I didn't know what mess I had gotten into and I won't drag them in with me.

They started speaking Italian again and Elvis says he doesn't trust me but asks what if he should let me go.

"Kill her" He ordered in Italian and my heart stopped.

"I swear I won't tell anyone! Please" I blurted out in panic.

"You heard what I was saying?" He raised one dark brow and I nodded.

"Would you look at that, she had me fooled" Elvis chuckled.

"What do you think Don Leandro?" Elvis asked.

Don Leandro looked at me and tilted his head. I don't know why I understood what he meant but I stood up and he scrutinized me for what seemed like an eternity.

"What's your name?" He demanded.

"Delia- Delia Herrick, sir" I replied and he hummed.

"What were you doing at the hotel last night?" He questioned.

"I was... I was..." 

Crap.

I can't tell him I was trailing my ex because I was told he was there with a woman, it would make me look desperate and stupid.

So I lifted my chin, faking the confidence I lacked.

"For personal reasons" I answered and Elvis sniggered. 

"I understand, if you want to keep your personal issues," Leandro said leaning too deeply on the 'personal' he added.

"I would have to force you to speak about it if you don't do it willingly, your choice" 

"I was looking for someone" I pursed my lips glaring at the ground.

Silence.

"Let her go," He said to Elvis and I didn't want to be told twice so I turned to leave when his cold voice made me halt.

"If I see you again, Miss Herrick, I will kill you" 

It wasn't a threat, it was a statement.