Twenty- One. 21.Still in Massimo's room, lying on the floor weakly as different thoughts flooded through my mind. Dangerous thoughts to even consider. I glanced through the room and I noticed a closed door painted in white. Curiosity was driving me insane. I was curious to know what was behind the closed doors and locked drawers. Something meaningful, something that can help me to know Massimo better might just be in there. Despite me being in pain, I stood up and moved towards the white door. I tried to unlock the door and expectedly, it was locked. He always leaves reasons for doubt. I opened the drawers of his wardrobe gradually, the first was filled with his jewelry, mostly gold and diamonds. The second drawer was filled with pictures of a particular girl. She's pretty with round eyes. Why does he have her pictures this much in his drawer? Maybe she is his sister. But she looks nothing or less like him. No other pictures, just hers. I stared at the picture closely and notic

Twenty- three. I didn't sleep over in Jorge's room. I returned to mine because I wanted Massimo to find me. I know he will find me. I was up and ready for him, a lot of questions to ask and he also needed to let me go. I racked my brain, trying to comprehend the mystery behind Massimo's nature. Who he truly is. He can be many more dangerous things than just being a mafia. The sparse revelation about him still terrifies me. I was restless apprehensive and alert. I moved to and fro through the four corners of the room. I want him to come. Now, I was concerned and confused. I wasn't sure if I wanted him to come because I needed answers or if I wanted him to come because I wanted to touch him, I wanted to feel him. A gut feeling rose in my stomach. I waited for over an hour but he didn't show up. I brought out Lily's picture, staring at it as tears filled my eyes. I wept. I cried for being used. I felt used and wasted. All my stay and feelings for Massimo were lies and waste.

Twenty- five. 25.I boiled in anger, cursing every fucking minute. Laurie's a bitch, I have always known. She went too far, she went past the limit this time. She pushed too far. She snooping on my private issues, and I won't tolerate it. She got what she deserved and I would not take it easy on her. I have given her more than enough time and chances for her to understand who I am but as dumb as she is, she still couldn't catch up. What I did to her earlier is just an intro to what I have prepared for her. When I found out she rummaged through my things, I began to doubt her identity. My greatest fear began to resurface. "What if she's truly Lily?" I pondered. It was because of the striking resemblance between Laurie and Lily that made me go after Laurie. At times, I realized that Laurie was not Lily or so she made me believe. The act she displayed made me wonder if Laurie was a disguise. It could be that Laurie is Lily. What if she's lying? What if her

Twenty- seven. 27. He stepped in with the aura of audaciousness surrounding him. The stench of audacity and power seeped in as he entered. His guards entered with him. I stood up slowly from my forever seated position to meet his devilish gaze that pierced through me, through my bone marrow, piercing through to my heart. For the first time, his stares made me uncomfortable. I swallowed nothing. I lowered my haze to the floor. Now I know he is my superior. He made a signal to the guards and before I knew it, they hired me to a chair, binding my hands from behind. I shivered and shrieked, whimpering softly like a child. Massimo came to sit in front of me like we were going to have an interrogation. "We are going to have a little tete-a-tete, without wasting too much time, " he said and I gulped. "Who are you? " he asked. "I'm Laurie. Laurie Norman. You know me, Massimo, " I answered and a stinging slap landed on my right cheek, making the receptiv