*Lucia*
I stared helplessly into the night, waiting for Jason to show up. I was hiding behind a tree in a place where I could easily see anyone who came out of the house. Jason and I had planned to escape together after realizing just this afternoon that his uncle wanted us both dead. I inhaled a silent breath, my head beginning to hurt with worry as different negative thoughts began to flood my mind.What if his uncle Aldo was on to us?I didn't have the luxury of owning a phone so I couldn't check what time it was but I was extremely certain that I had been standing there for more than an hour now. I wondered briefly if I should walk back inside. I could just say that I had stepped out to trash the dirt if I was caught going back up to my room.Just as I had decided that it was exactly what I was going to do, I spotted Jason waking out of the gate. I quickly stepped into the light and waved my hand so he knew where I was. He turned back to make sure no one was following him and then ran to where I stood."What took you so long?" I asked the second he was within hearing distance. My voice was a whisper as I divided my attention between him and the gate. He held my face carefully in his palms, staring at me with a sense of urgency I hadn't noticed before. I held his hands, staring back at him with worry. "What's wrong?"He shook his head, managing a swallow before answering my question. "My uncle wants to go meet up with the goons he's been talking to all afternoon." He said in a hurry, his words barely audible. His hands left my face as he pulled off the sweater he had on. "I have to stay back and stall him all night. If we leave together, he's going to meet with them and then they're going to immediately come after us. We can't risk running at night, It's dangerous." He explained further.I accepted the sweater from him, immediately pulling it on as I tried to make sense of what he was saying. I dug my hands into the pockets when I realized something was in them. My confusion doubled when I stared at the pack of cash and the pistol in my hands. "What's this Jason?" I asked.He brought his phone out of his pockets, his fingers tapping the screen wildly like he was a mad man. "I've contacted someone who's going to get you to London," He stated as I quickly put the items back into the pockets. He barely gave me time to protest before he continued with his speech. "You know my friend Sarah, right?" He asked rhetorically. "Her brother's going to get you safely to London. He already booked a night flight for both of you."I immediately began shaking my head at his words, latching onto his arms and refusing to let go. "No, please." I cried out. "Jason, I beg of you, please don't leave me." A tear escaped my eye without my permission but I was too unbothered to wipe it away. "I'd rather spend another night at your house than leave without-""Don't be dumb, Lucia." He said, cutting me off. He gripped my arms firmly, looking a lot like he was holding himself back from shaking some sense into me. "He almost fucking raped you last night and there was nothing I could do but sit back and pray he didn't go through with it." He rasped, looking like he had bile stuck in his throat.I flinched at his words, the horrible events of last night coming back to me. I had almost fallen asleep when I'd felt his uncle's disgusting hands on my breasts. The only reason he'd stopped was because someone had called his cellphone. Probably one of his goons. Jason had to turn a blind eye to how he treated me for fear that confronting him would only make him more ruthless and hasten his plans to murder us. "I don't care." I whispered silently.Jason was the only person I trusted.He sighed, looking a little calm for the first time since he had stepped out of the gate. "Lucia, listen," He urged pleadingly, lifting my chin so I could look him in the eye. "I promise you that I'll head out to meet with you as soon as I can. For now, please just leave with Steve."As if speaking his name had somehow summoned him, I spotted Steve walking briskly towards us. I'd only met the guy once when Jason, Sarah and I had gone clubbing. He'd tagged along with some redheads and they'd all been drunk for most of the night. I had the distinct feeling that they'd ended up in a bed somewhere, in a freaky foursome."Hey man," Steve greeted quietly, his eyes immediately going to the gate. He stared at it for a few seconds as if to make sure no one was watching and then his eyes came to rest on me. He took a slow scan down the length of my body that Jason didn't notice and it only left me feeling disgusted and unsafe around him.I inwardly gagged.Jason stretched out an arm to shake his hand before pulling him for a hug. I had a feeling from the way he seemed to be clapping his hand on Steve's back that he was only trying to make me believe they were good friends so I could feel better. If anything, it only made me feel worse. Jason knew almost nothing about this guy.I was sure of it."I have to get back inside before he figures out I'm no longer in the house," Jason informed, pulling out another pack of cash from the back pocket of his trousers and handing it to Steve. I noticed he didn't give him a gun like he had given me and for some reason I could suddenly feel a weight burning through the pocket of Jason's sweater. "Keep me posted, okay?" He said, directing his attention to Steve who only answered with a firm nod.I met Jason's eyes then, wishing that he would read the worry in mine. A dark look passed through his face and I was certain he was about to ask me to come back into the house with him but then the look was gone. He held my arms and subtly pulled me away from Steve."You gave me a gun, Jason." I said like I was only just registering the fact when in reality I was actually just registering his intent. My voice was an urgent whisper that I made sure Steve couldn't catch. I stared into his eyes, confirming what I already knew. "You don't trust him, do you?" I asked but I wasn't exactly waiting to hear his reply.And he didn't bother giving me one.His lips met my forehead as he hugged me for what might possibly be the last time if Steve turned out to be a total dick like more than ninety five percent of the men that I've met. "Use it on anyone if you absolutely have to," He whispered, looking at me briefly before his gaze went over my shoulder. "And I mean anyone," He emphasized, his voice dripping with meaning.I couldn't stop the tears that strolled down my cheeks then. I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was now on my own. I didn't think Jason was tricking me, but I also didn't think that things were going to play out the way he hoped. I had never been that lucky. "I love you, Jason." I confessed, gripping his shirt tightly like I never wanted to let go.Because I didn't.I heard the hitch in his breath and realized that he was more affected by the bad turn out of events than he had wanted to let on. "I love you more, Lucia." He whispered back, drawing away from me to plant a kiss on my lips. The kiss was slow and seductive and painful. He kissed me like he wanted to savor the feeling, probably because he wasn't sure it was ever going to happen again.For the first time, my worry no longer became just for me. I'd been scared that my end was near, but what about him? I quickly erased the thought before I became even more hysterical than I already was. Nothing was going to happen to him. He was his uncle's blood for crying out loud. There was no way his uncle could be that ruthless."Be strong for me, okay?" He said, kissing my head one last time and asking Steve to take care of me for him. I watched helplessly as he quickly ran back to the house, my eyes never leaving him until he was completely out of sight. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I listened for the small clang I knew the gate was going to make, a part of me wishing that he was going to come running back.He didn't."We should probably get going," Steve whispered cautiously, jolting me out of my reverie. I turned to him, watching him carefully. He stood a few feet away, looking almost as wary of me as I was of him. He glanced down at the phone in his hand before meeting my eyes again in the dead of the night. "We have to leave now or we'll be late." His voice was a soothing whisper but I knew better than to be fooled into trusting him.I wasn't ever doing that shit again.***I stared at the cloudless sky so dark it was almost black and wondered how long it would take until we got to London. I rubbed my eyes again, silently forcing my body to cooperate with me. I didn't want to fall asleep on the plane, especially not with a gun in the pocket of my sweater. Of all the ways I'd imagined I would eventually die, practically helping my murders get rid of me hadn't been one of them.I barely managed to get into the plane without them noticing I had a gun with me. I didn't consider myself stupid and that would have been the perfect thing to describe me with if I'd been around goons for so long and learnt nothing. Thankfully, I was smarter than that. If only I could be a little stronger, I might actually escape this pitiful life and make something of myself. My body didn't seem to get the message though. Not that I blamed it.Not after all the drugs I'd been injected with.A few hours later the plane landed. We walked out of the airport to somewhere I couldn't quite pinpoint in the dark of the night and I listened as Steve made a call to someone, talking hurriyet. He informed me that someone was going to come pick us up in a minute. I nodded at him in response, leaning against a wall as we waited for whoever it was to show up.In less than a minute, a sleek black car pulled up and all the doors immediately opened a bit violently, making me instantly on edge. I watched as Steve looked at the five men hurriedly approaching us in confusion, just as one pointed a gun at him. "Don't move," He commanded coldly.Steve raised both hands up in surrender, a gesture to show that he meant no harm, even as the guy walked even closer and touched the barrel of his gun to Steve's temple. I studied Steve and noted that he was looking at who seemed to be their commander in genuine confusion and betrayal. "What's going on Rex?" He asked calmly in Italian.Like someone in the mafia would do.I registered three things all at once then. Firstly, the men weren't sparing me a second glance even though I was literally also right there. Two, a ray of light had illuminated a signpost, making me realize we weren't in London but in America. Three, if this was Rex then he was the person Steve had been on the phone with to pick us up and it was looking like he had something else in mind. Either way, one thing was clear.I was in trouble.*Bruno*The nightclub was a little busy when I walked in. I'd decided not to inform my staff I was coming, wanting to surprise them should they be caught doing something they shouldn't have. Unfortunately for me, there was no shady business going on. Shame, really. I would have really liked to tear someone apart, limb by limb, if only just to forget about the dumb bitch who'd felt she could double cross me. It didn't matter that they were all apparently doing their duties perfectly and wouldn't fall prey to my temper tonight.The cunt was definitely going to pay.I nodded my head in acknowledgement at the bouncers on duty. They knew better than to nod back at me, simply keeping their heads down and avoiding my eyes. They were two of the strongest, most ruthless bouncers a person could find. I walked to the entrance of the club, making sure that everything was exactly where they were supposed to be.From the corner of my eyes, I noticed some of my staff fidgeting, probably praying to t
*Lucia*The men walked around us. My eyes moved from one to another before finally settling on Steve. He held my gaze for a while. He also looked confused, as if his men had turned against him. "You are in no position to ask questions," Rex said. His hand clutched the barrel he held tightly. "One more word, and I'll blow off your skull," his voice was deep, and it kept resounding in my head.Steve gritted his teeth. It was clear that he hated that there was nothing he could do. He must be feeling betrayed. Rex asked him to raise his hand over his head, and he did so without complaint. I still couldn't wrap my head around what just happened. Before I could figure out one or two things, I felt my hands pulled roughly from behind.I turned sharply, and my hands unconsciously went into my sweater, where I had hidden the gun Jason had given me. Maybe he knew that I would be faced with such a situation. Before I could pull it out and defend myself, "Bring her too," I heard Rex before leading
*Bruno*I walked back to take my seat behind my desk. Although I had killed her, I still felt my anger within me. I had trusted her, something I never did. I wore the earphones on my desk and listened to some conversations that were held in the club. Seeing nothing to worry about, I took it off and stood up. I was tossing the lighter in my hand. Maybe I should have had her tortured before making her eat the food.I sighed.I didn't plan to sleep in my private chambers tonight. I would go back home. I had a lot of things to sort out. My eyes moved from one nude painting to the other. I saw a piece I liked and wanted to add to my office. I made a mental note to remind Rave to get them for me. I walked out of the office, placing my lighter in my pocket.I decided to take another walk around the club before returning home. I was already stressed and would like to relax early, but not without fucking an ass. I was already feeling a little hard as I watched a man fucking a sweet ass. I didn'
*Lucia*When I opened my eyes, I was lying in a car that sped past the road. I blinked simultaneously. From the corner of my eye, I could see a man sitting close to me; he kept a straight face as he quietly discussed things with the driver.I couldn't hear what they were saying. I tried to adjust my body quietly but couldn't; I felt a pang of headache. My stomach rumbled quietly, and I placed my hands on it. I was starving. I noticed the piece of cloth that was used to cover my chest. I felt grateful that my exposed chest was covered.I still felt dizzy. Like I sense before falling unconscious. I tried to keep my eyes open as we drove but couldn't. Everything blurred. Slowly, I closed my eyes, and everything faded.The next time I woke up, I was in a room. I was all drenched in water that had been splashed on my face. I sat up immediately, rubbing my eyes as I tried to adjust to the dark room lightened by a dingy blue bulb.I cursed whoever splashed water on me in my head.Just wait; I
*Bruno*I took a long look at her before stepping out of the room. I could see she was conscious of me. She had taken a step back. My eyes lingered on her breast, which had been exposed some time back. I wonder how they would feel under my touch. I didn't want to stay for another moment, so I walked out of the room with Rave. We closed the door behind us. I took slow and steady steps down the stairs, my hands trialing the rack. My eyes moved around my sitting room. I had decided to bring her home. Don't ask why I bought her because I still have no answer to that question.Either way, she has piqued something in me, but I still can't place my hands on it.I took a seat on the chair at the side. Rave sat opposite me. He was quick to light up a cigarette. He puffed out smoke through his mouth and nose. I stared at him briefly before moving my eyes to the wall clock at the side, which ticked slowly. I felt thirsty. I wanted something to drink. I stood up and walked to take a bottle of alco
*Lucia*As he stepped back and walked towards the door, I suddenly thought of an idea. Why not try to repurchase yourself? Since he said he owned me, there should be a way to buy myself. So I caught hold of his hands. Who would have thought that it would end with him pinning me to the wall and staring pervertedly at me? I had seen his eyes on my chest a few times, but right now, it felt so uncomfortable. I placed my hands around my chest. He must be dreaming if he thought he would have his way with me."What are you looking at?" I asked. I was scared of him, but I tried not to show it on my face. I tried to look bold. But I was sure he could see through the facade I was wearing because he had a slight smile on his lips. I wanted to slap that stupid smile off his face. For a while, he didn't respond. He just kept his eye there. Should I push him to the side? I thought. But what if he puts a bullet across my head?His eyes slowly left my chest, and he trailed it up my face. "Why do you
*Bruno*I wanted to walk on the rooftop but didn't know why I needed to be in her presence. I barely slept last night. She had been on my mind all through the night. I sighed. This wasn't normal. When she walked down the stairs, my eyes went to her but had returned to my newspaper immediately. I didn't want to give her the impression that she meant something.We walked on the rooftop. I walked in front of her. My phone rang when I was about to tell her why we were on the rooftop. It was Rave. I wanted to ignore it and enjoy my time with Lucia, but I decided against it. I walked to the side and placed the phone on my ear. I was out of earshot, and she couldn't hear me."What?" My eyebrow raised when Rave dropped the information he wanted to tell me. "So what are you doing about it?... Oh, this evening?... Of course, I'll be there…" I said and hung off. There was a serious matter to take care of so I'll be going to the club this evening. Should I take Lucia along with me? I wondered. I
*Bruno*I stepped out of the room. A part of me hoped she was fine and had not successfully ended her life. I walked down the stairs; my shoes clicked sharply on the floor. When I got down, I looked around. One of my men was at the side. "Where is Lucia?" I asked, my eyes settled on him for a while before moving away to look around. "Did she leave the house?" I asked him. I had my doubts. I trusted my men to obey my instructions, except they wanted their heads rolling on the ground."No, I've been on guard since you left, and she has not taken a single step out of the room," he said.I looked past him. She could not leave as she didn't know the password, even if there were no guards. All I was afraid of was her doing anything stupid. I had instructed them to remove anything that could be used as a weapon. I took hurried steps back to the room. I pushed open the door and stepped in. The room was empty, but nobody was there. The window was locked, which meant that she had not jumped out.