Semua Bab HAUNTING EMILY : Bab 21 - Bab 30

EMILY I wanted to strangle her the moment she said I had to do house chores. Me? Sweeping and mopping a whole mansion because of some overgrown kids? It felt like a bad joke. But her words were final — and to make things worse, Matteo agreed. In fact, he said it was the easiest task she could give me.I gave him a long look, head to toe, then rolled my eyes. Easy? If he really thought cleaning this giant mansion was so cheap, he should try doing it himself. Then he’d understand there’s nothing easy about dusting and scrubbing every inch of this place.A part of me liked this new task by the way. It was a lot more better than sitting my butt in a fucked up cell, with echoes of voices ringing in my ears, and crazy illusions that never existed, flash across my eyes. I didn't even argue with her, or question why they wanted to make things a lot more difficult for me.Matteo expected a reaction, I could tell from the way he kept staring at me. But when I didn't give out anything, he smile

EMILY I was folding the sheets on my bed when a knock came, and then the door opened slowly. Krystal sat up, while I stood straight, my head turned fast, expecting Matteo — but it wasn’t him. I don't know why I expected him, maybe I was unconsciously thinking about him. I doubt it.It was the young lady. The same one who had served me food when I first arrived, the same one who stood by the door, staring at me with those cold looking eyes that somehow terrified me.She stood in the doorway without saying a word at first. Her face looked calm. But I knew so well she wasn't the calm type of person.“Get dressed,” she said, her eyes locked on mine. “I want to show you something.”“Now?” I asked, confused.“Yes. Now.”Krystal and I exchanged a look.“Do I get to ask where we’re going?” I asked.“You’ll see,” she replied, and then turned and walked out.I didn’t say anything. I looked at Krystal again, she shrugged her shoulders. I left what I was doing and quickly followed her down the h

MATTEO Seeing her face was like a slap to my face. I had mentally concluded she was completely out of reach. I hated the fact that I couldn't do way more than I already have to her. I hated that she was the only person that made me feel less aggressive to my prey.She was different, and I didn't know why.As if that wasn't enough, she was ready to offer herself as my sex slave? At first it felt stupid, but then… I found myself replaying those events over and over in my head.“What… did you just say?”“Let me be your slave instead.” She repeated, slightly trembling. “No, the other one.”She hesitated.“Say it,” I demanded.“Let… me be… your sex slave.”If I really wanted to use her, I would have done that a long time ago without seeking her permission. I wasn't like other Mafia who think jumping from one lady or the other was what makes them what they are.I have girls, ladies, women, both single and married who are dying to have me on their bed, but no, I wasn't into that. At least

KENT I didn’t know how many days had passed since they threw me down here. Time felt strange in this place. There was no sunlight, no sound except for the dripping water and the rats that sometimes ran across the floor.The room — no, the cell — was cold, damp, and smelled of metal and dirt. My hands were sore from trying to pull the chains off the wall. My throat burned, dry from lack of water and food.And Emily… Emily’s face haunted me. Was she still alive? Were they hurting her? Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. And it kept me breathing.A noise broke the silence. The sound of keys turning in the lock, my head shot up. The heavy door creaked open, and light from a small torch fell across the floor.It was her again — the young woman who brought food. She didn’t say much. Just came, dropped the plate, and left. But today, she leaned by the door longer than usual.“Micheala,” I said in a rough and weak voice. I didn't need anyone to tell me who exactly she was. I remembered h

EMILYI stood there shaking, my back pressed against the cold wall of Matteo’s office. His eyes were full of rage – the kind of rage that could burn down an entire building. I’d seen him angry before, but not like this. This was different. This was deadly.He stepped closer. His breath hit my face, warm and bitter. His hand moved to his side, and my heart stopped when I saw him pull out his gun.“Matteo… please…” I said, almost like a yell. It was now I realized why people get terrified when a gun is being pointed to their face. The fear that comes with it wasn't a mere feeling."Please..." I begged, but he didn’t answer. His grip on the gun was firm. His eyes didn’t blink, he just stared at me like I wasn’t even human anymore.“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” His growled so dangerously that I almost thought I was going to die way sooner before the bullet even got to my weightless skull. “You wanted to play games with me? You wanted to make me look like a fool?”“No! I never–”“Sh