The room was quiet as Vittore looked over my body with his pitch black eyes. I was in a dirty and tattered t-shirt and shorts that were a little too big on me so I had tied them at my waist. He gave nothing away. No sign that he would keep me, which I silently begged him to, and no sign that he would sell me. I hated not being able to read him. I could read everyone in this room. Matteo was tapping his side, he was nervous. The guards' eyes were glancing at me from time to time, they were curious. I was kneeling on the floor, my body motionless. I was dead inside. Had been since the "safe house" will be for the rest of my life. There are just some things you go through and never come back the same.
"I'll take her on one condition," Vittore finally stated. A wager. Smart."What is it?" His father asked."Give me my mother," Vittore stated calmly and Matteo chuckled."No," he responded and Vittore easily pulled a gun from his waist and pointed it at his father's head."I'm not here to banter old man. I want the girl and my mother or I'll put this bullet straight through your skull," he threatened and I knew he would but I hoped he didn't. Matteo was mine to kill."Fine," Matteo relented through gritted teeth. He got his phone and started speaking Italian to the person on the other side, telling them to bring his mother in and yes I knew Italian. I also knew Russian, French, German and Spanish. I had to learn them. Most mafias were centered around those languages.It took a few minutes but soon an elderly woman with dark chocolate hair and a slim figure was brought into the room. Her dark eyes, similar to Vittore's searched the room until they landed on her son. They lit with joy and I could sense she wanted to hug him but she just went and stood by his side. Her eyes met mine and her brow frowned in confusion, worry clouding her features. I stared back, emotionless."Never a pleasure Matteo," Vittore mumbled before leading his mother out of the room. Two new men who were standing outside came and picked me up, dragging me outside. For God's sake I could walk! I tried to do that but my legs crumbled. They had long since fallen asleep. I tried to get feeling in my legs and walk but the two men dragging me made that difficult.Vittore got into a black car with his mother and I was pushed into the car that followed behind them. I scowled at the two men who avoided my gaze. I let out a small sigh as my wrists ached where they were bound. I looked at the man in front of me, a card peeking from his pocket. An idea came to mind. I reached forward and slowly slid the card out. I made sure to only do it when we came across speed pumps or potholes. Finally, I had gotten the card. I put it close to the ropes that bound me and slowly started cutting the rope with the blunt edge."Turn up the radio," one of the men suggested and the other did as asked."... everyone. It is 10 p.m on Tuesday 14th May, 2021...." I looked at the radio. I couldn't believe it. I had been gone for four years. I suffered in the "safe house" for four long years. I was eighteen now. I was an adult. I thought back to the days when I yearned for this time. For when I'd get old enough to feel like I controlled my life.What would have become of my future if my father hadn't sold me? I shook my head trying to rid myself of such questions. They hadn't helped me before and they certainly wouldn't help now. I continued trying to get out of my binds. After a long time, I had finally managed to cut through the rope. I watched the two men in front of me carefully as I tried to undo the rope. Fate wasn't in my favour because at that moment, we arrived at our destination. Metal gates swung inward to reveal a large mansion. To be honest, I was impressed.When I was the daughter of Andre Gates, I saw a lot of mansions in my time but this... this was a bloody fortress. I saw guards hiding in the shadows, just waiting to pounce and a kennel far in the compound. Only the Lord knows what kind of vicious dogs they keep there. We drove up the long driveway that was surrounded by perfectly pruned bushes to the front of the house. When the cars stopped, I saw Vittore get out before one of the men slipped out of his set and pulled me out of the car. I held on tight to the ropes at my writs to make sure they didn't look loose.They grabbed my arms and led me up the stairs but I broke out of the ropes and grabbed one guy's head, bashing it into my lifted knee. The sound of something breaking was so satisfying. The other guy tried to punch me but I dropped, using his weight and mine to pull him down and over my back. I let him go as I turned and tried to make a run for it. That was until two strong arms wrapped around my waist. I was pulled into a hard chest and my arms were bound in a painful position behind me.I struggled in my capture's grasp but didn't wince at the pain I was in. I'd felt worse.I was dragged up the stairs, wiggling and kicking as much as I could. We entered the beautiful mansion and I loved it inside. It was all light and dark colours like multiple shades of gold, grey and black. The chandeliers glittered from the roofs and the place smelt like baked cookies and gun powder. A weird combination. I was thrown on the ground and rolled, turning to see my captor. It was Vittore. He looked at me with his dead onyx eyes but I could tell he was angry."Non mettermi alla prova (Don't test me)," he said darkly and I knew I couldn't escape. I wouldn't even make it three steps out of this mansion. I was trapped until I could collect enough information to escape. I stood up, brushing off my dirty clothes. I straightened out and gave Vittore a challenging gaze. He turned, making his way inside.His mother turned to me and gave me a smile. I gave her a blank stare. She didn't seem fazed as she followed her son. I decided it was best to follow too. Looks like my time in this mansion was going to be interesting.I brushed some hair out of my face as I followed Vittore. I wanted to stop and admire the dark décor around me but I knew now wasn't the time. Vittore pushed open two dark cherry doors and we walked into a huge room. There was a big circular desk in the middle surrounded by chairs and flat screen tvs along the walls. If I didn't know any better, I would say this was a war room. Vittore moved to the head of the table and tapped it and the sleek black surface lit up. A tv in a table? Since when?I tried to remember anything of the sort before I left four years ago but came up blank. The world really had progressed since then. I wasn't all that bad. I knew how to hack and code. Vittore ignored both his mother and I who soon decided to leave the room. She left me inside with Vittore. Not long after, the door was pushed open and a girl about Vittore's age walked in. She had long dark brown hair and brown eyes similar to my own. She was short and petite, her heart shaped face and cute butto
The nerve of that freaking Italian. I paced around my room, completely restless. I was in the office with Vittore just moments ago and I knew that I needed to leave his mansion as soon as possible. The longer I stayed here, the more time it gave Vittore to figure out who and what I actually was. By mentioning my code name, The Jade Scythe, I knew he was close to figuring everything out. I wasn't going to be around when he did.I was leaving tonight. As soon as the sun set and this estate was basked in shadows, I was taking my leave. I didn't have much with me to help sneak out but I was crafty. Walking to the window, I peeled back the curtain and watched the guards below.* * *Night had fallen and it was my time to make a break for it. I'd been watching the guards all day, learning their shift times. I had to hand it to him, Vittore was smart. The times were never the same. Sometimes they would take an hour's break, then fifteen minutes, then half an hour, back to fifteen then the h
I took off the hoodie and slipped on the big black t shirt I stole from the guard, throwing the hoodie in a bin. I had been running for a long time and reached the busy city faster than I thought I would. I held my hair up as I walked through the noisy crowd. My eyes couldn't help but look all around. There was so much that had changed. I still had no clue where I was nor what I was going to do next but I wasn't worried much. The gun tucked in my leggings under the big shirt had only eight bullets left. It would be enough incase Vittore sent someone for me. I made my way to the subway station, looking at the map. I was in a city called Las Pavita. I remembered I used to live in a place called Santa Pores and searched the map for that area. I had to finish the damn promise I made to myself. As I was searching, a hand landed on my back and I was turned around, a punch landing on my cheek. I stumbled back in surprise but before I could retaliate, hands grabbed me from behind and I was
BILLIONAIRE'S DAUGHTER GOES MISSINGDalia Gates, daughter of millionaire Andre Gates and fashion coordinator Emily Clark Gates was reported missing by classmate and best friend, Violet Bailey. According to Violet, her friend had not shown up for her school's annual picnic party a week ago."She was excited to come. She never missed events like this. Ever. Help me find my best friend," Violet said during her interview yesterday with CNN news.Upon further investigation, the last text conversation between Violet and Bailey shows that the teenager had indeed promised to go for the party. She said and I quote "If I miss this party, I'm surely dead lol." Police together with the billionaire search for little Dalia.I looked at the article, emotionless and unflinching. I scrolled, looking at all the other little articles, most of them focusing on Violet and my father who funded for my search. I scoffed at that. He was the one who sold me in the first place. I reached the last article and I
A girl can only pretend to admire herself in the mirror for so long. I was wasting time here. The woman from before had been browsing through a section of clothes that honestly were two sizes too small for her. I'd been watching her because she was my only way out of this store. All she had to do was try to leave. I grumbled angrily and decided to stuff a floral shirt in my denim jacket. It may be useful. I sighed as I looked through the racks, constantly looking at the woman. Like my thoughts commanded her to, she made her way to the exit. I quickly made my way to the other one. The woman smiled at the cashier at the door before walking out of the threshold. Alarms blared to life because of the scarf in her bag. While everyone's attention was on her, I walked out of the back entrance. I didn't feel the least bit sorry for the woman as I walked around the mall. I had to get to Santa Pores as fast as I could. Vittore was definitely already on the search for me. Getting out of the mal
I got up from my position on the ground while rubbing my neck. Vittore stood emotionless beside me and I really didn't want him to kill the dumb chicken man. I wasn't in the mood to have blood on me. I'd just gotten out of the "safe house" for God's sake! A forced a smile on my face. I was so going to regret this. "Hi there. I'm sorry. There's nothin' goin' on here," I said in a southern accent. "You sure?" the chicken man asked. "Yeah of course. My boyfriend here just gets a little bit... kinky," I said with a shy smile as I moved closer to Vittore, putting my palm on his chest. Vittore wrapped an arm around my waist and I was shocked for a second. Just a second. "I'm so sorry you caught us like that.""Uhhh... it's cool," the chicken man said kicking the ground. Great kid. Now leave. "If you don't mind, I'm going to finish what I started," Vittore said with a very impressive American accent. He moved his hand from my waist to my shoulders and turned around, walking us to where
Unknown POVI was in my office, sitting in my chair, my back to my desk, facing the window in front of me. It gave me a good view of the city below. The early morning sun shone through the clear glass, some of its warmth reaching me where I sat. I twirled the feather ring on my left hand middle finger and waited for my next appointment to come in. There was a rhythmic knock on my door."Enter," I commanded my voice strong and cold. The door opened and the sound of heels moving to where I sat graced my ears. "Sir, you have an appointment with Mr. Skye at 3. Do you want me to arrange a limo now?" my assistant asked from behind me. I turned in my chair to face her. She was pretty. Blonde hair in a tight bun, bright green eyes, a figure to kill for and she knew it. She was dressed in a short black pencil skirt and a white shirt with the top buttons undone, showcasing her black lace bra and a wonderful cleavage. She held an ipad in her hands as she looked at me expectantly, waiting for
Vittore dragged me around the house to what looked like a board room. I could see plans on the walls and a huge black desk that Alexa was using as a screen. Cool.Everyone in the room looked at Vittore and I in surprise and intrigue when we entered. Alexa's expression though became murderous. I was sure to give her a wink though. She didn't phase me. Her eyes widened and her cheeks turned red as she glared at me.Vittore set me down at the back of the room. "Someone get me noice cancelling headphones," He commanded and a red pair where put in his hands not a second later.He put them over my ears as I glared at him. After that, he turned and started addressing the other people in the room. I counted six and they all had their backs to me so I couldn't read their lips. Instead, I begun to untie my ropes.The rough fibre rubbed against my brown skin painfully but I wasn't about to give up anytime soon. It took quite a while but I managed to slip one hand out of the rope and hte other wa