A HINT OF DOUBT

(Rachel’s pov)

The ground was shaking under my feet. All I could think was, ‘Rachel, it’s your last day. This mafia will bury you alive today.’

But thankfully I heard a thud. Turning back, I witnessed Vincenzo rubbing his left foot which got hit by the bedside. He was particularly glaring at me with those crisp eyes. I quickly stepped out to run away, but his call stopped me again.

Quietly, I passed the file above the cupboard outside and pushed the pen drive into my pocket.

By this time, he was already behind me and I could sense his heavy breaths. I was shaking in his presence and needed an excuse.

“What are you doing in my room?”

Vincenzo forcefully turned me towards him, and I met his angry eyes. My eyes looked down immediately, and I pressed my brain further, but no idea was coming up.

“Tell me the fucking reason, Rachel. Goddammit. Do you want me to kill you?” He yelled.

“I… I came to ask for some ointment.” That was a pure blurt from my end.

“For your ankle?”

“Yes, sir.” I loo