Elsa
He heads straight out of the house. I follow behind even though he is walking much faster. I try to catch up. We meet with two security guards a good distance from the house. I have never walked to this side of the estate. Especially in the night. He asks for a gun from one of them and hands it to him without hesitation. I freeze in place knowing he is either going to shoot me or one of them. He just continues to walk with the guards. They enter through an open narrow hall with walls built with stones. I follow at a distance. Stairs are going down into an underground tunnel. By the time it gets to my head that this is the dungeon, it is too late to run back because the tunnel is dark. I just keep following behind, scared to the tip. What is here that Marcello has to see after drinking down half a bottle of wine?
There is a half-dead man tied to a chair. One guy pours a hug of water on him and he jumps awake.
“I am back you dog. I hope I didn’t make you wait too long,” Marcello’s voice sounds brutal with all the echoes in this place.
What did he do to Marcello? It has to be something very dangerous that has him bleeding on both legs. I can tell he was shot. He has visible marks of beatings all over his body. He looks very terrible.
“Guess what? You don’t have to worry any more because I already found out that Federico is the one who paid you t kill me. I am a man of my means you know. I would have found out sooner or later. Now I am going to make this less painful for you. If you have any last works, this might be the time for you to speak up or go whisper them to the devil in hell,” he says, sounding like the devil himself.
“Fuck you, Marcello Viscuso! You will follow me to hell sooner than you think. I am sure of it,” the man looks very confident.
“Fine then. Make sure you memories this face in case I show up and need an Italian man to talk to,” Marcello smirks.
Two gunshots straight to the heart.
There are echoes of the gunshots and my screams all over their place, it’s haunting. Images of my father lying dead in his blood flashed in my mind.
“No! No! No!” I scream. Covering my ears with my hands.
My head starts spinning at a terrible rate and my limbs go weak. I can only see stones spinning. I can only see darkness all over. I land on the stone floor with a thud and a pass out.
***
Marcello
I know I shouldn’t have let her see that but I was too furious to give a fuck. I know she will be fine, just a blackout. I realized I had been a jerk when the liquor was out of my system. Woke up with a terrible hungover. I took Elsa to bed after she had fainted and went over to the drawing
Room to add me another bottle.
Fuck everything!
Insecurity has been the anthem of my life since I was born. The more successful you are, the more insecure you get. Now people want to kill me and take my position in the business world, but I will still prove to them that I am not an easy kill. I am a monster and I will kill whoever gets in my way. Federico is fucking playing with fire this time.
We had arranged for a meeting yesterday but he fled to Switzerland. The dog ran away with the tail between his legs. He thinks he is the only one who can afford to hire snippers. I will show him what professional killers work. Even if it means hiring Swiss murderers.
I have sent him termination letters for all of our cooperation. He should be more careful when he plans to kill me next time because I am sure he is already at it.
She turns in her sleep and faces her left, stretching under the covers. I had to put her to bed when she was barely dressed. She is only in panties. I didn’t have time to dress her up last night. I had a lot on my head.
She sucks in a deep breath and throws her hand onto the pillow. I can trace out the outline of her breasts and the way her nipples are pointing out through the bedsheet.
She suddenly gets up as if taunted by a nightmare. Her eyes immediately land on me. She looks aghast, with her hair a mess and eyes wide open. My eyes drop to her bare breasts, perfectly sized, round, and full. I am sure they would fit perfectly in my palms. And the way those nipples are facing me, they need my attention.
She pulls up the sheet in a flash, gasping at my reaction.
“How dare you!” she yells.
“Good morning, Bella,” I know she is not happy to see me here.
“Fuck you, Marcello! My name is Elsa,” she curses under her breath.
“You have woken up in an unexpectedly great mood, Madonna.” I give her a side smirk.
She pushes the hair off her face, to reveal the magnificence of her morning beauty.
She just glares at me with the eyes that can drill holes in my skin.
“Don’t worry, Dolcezza. I didn’t fuck you when you were unconscious. I might be a demon as you may think of me but I wouldn’t do that,” I tell her, answering her obvious unspoken question hanging on her face.
She is holding the bedsheet too tightly as if it’s her lifeline. Baby girl. If I wanted, I would see those tits and even touch them with or without your permission.
“What are you doing here?” she inquires.
“This is my house, Amato,” I respond. Her eyebrows cross with fury.
“I know that. I mean why are you in here at this hour of the day, watching me in my sleep? How long have you been here? It’s so cringe,” she says.
What is she scared of?
“I was here the whole night. Does that worry you? Are you scared you could have confessed some truths in your sleep?”
“What? I know I don’t talk in my sleep. Why did you sleep here? In that chair?” why does that surprise her?
“Yes. You had passed out last night. You were unconscious when I brought you to bed. That’s why I had to undress you so that you could have proper circulation. So I wanted to be there when you woke up.”
Her face softens up a little. She pulls her legs up and hugs them so that she can rest her chin on top.