Marcello
It is one in the night and I have arrive in Rome for a business trip. I am going to spend the night in one of the hotels because my first meeting is there tomorrow at seven in the morning. Something tells me that I should have informed Elsa about my trip and how I wouldn’t be around for three days, but another part of me tells me that I just did the right thing not telling her. My business ventures and my destination are all none of her business. She said that too last time, even though she acted against it almost immediately.
Maybe it should be better off this way so she won’t plan on being naughty while I am away.
When I enter my reserved suite, I get this crazy idea that I should have brought Elsa along, and fuck her through the night in this beautiful place. Fuck! I should brace myself because I won’t be seeing her for three days. Three days sounds impossible to survive now that I am used to seeing her before and after work for the last month. Man, it has been a month, and Elsa hasn’t given up on trying to escape from me. She has really tried though I told her in advance that she wouldn’t make it. Last time she tried disappearing through the ranch. God knows how crafty that woman is!
I unpack my travel bag and arrange my Mac and notebook on the small working table in the living area. I remove my jacket and tie, feeling a sudden urge to soak myself in a warm bath. I have been moving about the whole day, followed by the flight, I guess I need to relax.
After a long soapy bath, I head back to the bedroom and through on some drawstring pants and open my Mac to see if there is something that requires my attention before I go to bed.
My phone rings with an incoming call. It’s Fausto, the head of my security at home.
What could be the reason? I pick up immediately.
“Pronto, Fausto,” I respond.
“Signorina De Luca has run away,” he says, I immediately get up from the sofa and head to the wide glass door that covers the whole wall of one side of the the bedroom.
“What? How? I thought I had left clear instructions with you and your team!” my tone rises dispute me trying to keep it down.
Shit!
“How can she escape on your watch!” I am now growling.
“Mi scusi, Signore. We have sent out a search team. We are sure she hasn’t gone very far. She might even still be on the estate,” he responds.
“Make sure you find her or you and your men will be in trouble once I get home. If anything happens to her I swear I will kill someone!” I cut him off before he begins apologizing once more as if apologizing will undo what has happened.
Shit! How can they have been so careless. It’s a team of about eleven security personnel but they have failed to stop once unarmed woman from escaping! I am so fucking firing them!
I immediately daily the chief of police of Palermo and tell him to send out police to find her. I know he wouldn’t hesitate because he owes me a lot of favours. I have done good things for him to get him close so that he can come in handy at times like this. He agrees without any senseless questions like what is your relation with her. He knows it is Roberto De Luca’s daughter and she is already wanted. Her family handed in there request for police search for their daughter. Now the police is supposed to help me get her back. He should be careful not to loose his job along with my security.
After making the necessary calls to every that I feel can help, I throw the phone on the bed.
Fuck it, Elsa! After all this time you still want to go to that wrecked home where your step mother is probably willing to poison you to fulfill her lover’s request?
I thread my fingers through my still moist hair and tug at the roots, nearly plucking it our from the scalp. Why are you doing this to me Elsa? Why can’t you accept what I am doing for you? I have tried to explain this to her on several occasions but she just refused to believe me. She really wants to disobey me even if it costs her life.
Many scenarios start coming up in my mind. She could be wondering in one of the alleys of the city. God! It is so late in the night! Anything could happen to get!
She could be kidnapped by an even more dangerous Demon than me. She could even get killed or get raped! Fuck! Roberto would die for real this time if he recovered and found that his daughter was killed.
I pace around the bedroom trying in vain to calm myself down. I need to keep myself together or else this room will be a wreck in the next two seconds.
Around twenty painfully long minutes later, which felt like ten hours, my phone rings with an incoming call. It’s Fausto.
“The police has told us they have found her,” he said when I pick up. I let out a heavy breath who h I didn’t even know I was holding. At the same time, the chief of police calls. I can tell what it is that he wants to say.
“Where was she? Is she alright?” I inquire, impatient to know if they found her alive or otherwise.
“She is with the police, they are bringing her home. I have deployed man and we are going to meet them,” he responds. I cut him off and pick up the chief’s call.
“Signore Viscuso. We have got the woman. She is fine but looks very terrified. She threw tantrums and cried out saying that she had been kidnapped and she is going back to her home. She wanted our help to take her home but she was disappointed thereafter,” he says, his voice filled with satisfactory pride.
“Good job chief. Take her home for me. My men will be there to welcome you and deal with her. I will call you later regarding your reward. Thank your service,” I tell him what he wants to here.
“Anytime, Signore. Anytime. Never hesitate to call me when you need my help,” he says, with a low impish chuckle.
“I will keep that in mind officer. I will now let you get back to your job. Good night.”