MONALISA
The door creaked open slowly and a man walked into the darkness of the room, followed by Irene whose Silhouette I very well recognised.
The man reached for the light switch and turned it on, making me squint my eyes as the lights shone on my face.
“There she is” Irene said and the man raised a hand.
Now that I could see his face, I could see that he looked a lot like Sandro. He was of an average height and seemed to be in his late twenties or early thirties.
This was definitely Greyson.
“No one told me she’s pretty” he chuckled and I glared at him hard.
“Looks like she also has a tough attitude. That’s pretty, I like watching tough people break”
I didn’t say a word. I just kept staring at him.
“No, she is not tough. She will do just as you say. Whatever you say, isn’t that right, Lisa?” Irene cut in.
“That is… So not right” I groaned out the words.
“Tough definitely” he laughed shortly. His laugh sounded a lot like noise to my ears. I wished he would remain silent. Maybe forever.
“You can leave” he said to Irene.
“Are you sure you want me to…”
“I said you should leave now” He cut Irene off in a stern voice and Irene sighed softly.
She glanced at me.
“Be obedient” she whispered to me and walked out of the room.
Obedient? Obedient to a man that was staring at me like I was some prey for him to devour? Be obedient to this bastard with a smug grin on his face?
No. Definitely no.
“Irene briefed me. You have not been eating or living healthy at all. You must be a wonderful beauty to behold at your best, then” he grinned.
“Stop staring at me like a pervert” I said to him.
“You are going to get up now and you are going to take a quick shower.”
“And if I don’t?” I asked.
“Your life is in my hands, Lisa. If you don’t do as I wish, I can simply force you or maybe just get rid of you if you are a real pain in the ass”
I glared at him again before slowly getting up to my feet. He turned his back to me and that was when I noticed that Irene had left the room without locking the door.
The door was unlocked right now and the bastard in the room was standing with his back to me.
But there was no way I could get out without him noticing. My eyes surveyed my side of the room quickly for anything heavy. I was desperate and I couldn’t believe that I could ever think of doing this.
There was a small flower vase in the room. I wasn’t sure of how heavy it was but I knew it was the best shot I had. I grabbed it and moved closer to him, my heart hammering in my chest like crazy.
“Fucker!” I cried out as I smashed the vase on his head.
I could hear his grunt and groan but I didn’t wait for a second more. I turned to the door, pulled it open and raced out of the room.
I had no idea where the exit was or where I could pass that would guarantee me not being caught.
“You bitch!” I heard Greyson’s voice behind me.
I turned and saw him rushing up to me, a hand holding the back of his head.
I quickly continued running and thoughtlessly took a corner. I knew nothing about the structure of the house and unfortunately for me, the corner I had taken led out to a balcony.
I looked back and saw Greyson closing in on me.
“Thought you could run away, ugh? I knew there was a reason my father ordered for you to be killed instead of using you as a tool of pleasure for his business partners. It is because you are a bitch” he let his hand down from the back of his head and looked at it.
There was blood.
“Now, where are you going to go? Jump down the balcony?” He approached me and finally caught me by my hair.
“You little slimy bitch!” He slapped me hard across the face and I cried out in pain.
“You made me bleed! You think you could escape from here? Ugh?” He pushed me into the wall and that had my face hitting the wall.
“Aaaaargh!” I cried in pains, feeling a striking pain in my face.
He grabbed my hair, probably to smash my face into the wall again and I was just getting ready to give up on everything, wrench myself free one time, jump down the balcony and fucking die.
Lucius was dead anyways so what was the point?
But that was the moment when a bunch of cars, probably more than a bunch of cars zoomed into the space we could see from the balcony, hands stretching out from each car and shooting at the men down below.
I felt my breath hitch and Greyson too stopped, definitely wanting to see who it was just as much as I also wanted to see who it was. My gaze followed the first door that opened and who alighted from it.
Lucius!
Fucking Lucius!
Lucius was bloody alive.
“The bastard who killed Sandro” Greyson groaned.
“Lucius!!!” I screamed for all my lungs was worth.
His gaze shot right up at me just before Greyson pulled me back.
“Shut the fuck up! I will be getting rid of that man and then I will bury you next to him since you love him so much” Greyson groaned, pulling me right along by my hair.
“Let go of me! Let me go!” I screamed, dragging and pulling just to slow us down.
I didn’t want to get dragged into some place where Lucius would not find me easily.
“Right?” Greyson hit me hard in the head and I felt myself lose all the strength I had left in me. All of it.
I was still conscious but I couldn’t fight back anymore as he pulled me along him into a room. I could hear the several gunshots, I could hear the small screams and the noises.
Greyson let me drop to the floor of the room and he picked up a gun, loading it up.
“Didn’t think I wouldn’t even rest from the jet lag before getting involved in this”
“You would have enough time to rest in peace” a bittered voice belonging to Lucius said as he barged into the room.
Greyson cursed lowly, made to pick me up and use me as a threat to Lucius but he was too slow.
Two shots in succession, one in both arms making him drop the gun he had been holding and then another to his left leg. I was closer to his right leg and I guess that was why Lucius didn’t shoot him in the right leg.
Another shot, this time to the shoulder.
“Motherfucker!” Greyson cried out. Lucius moved towards me and pulled me up, scooping me with one arm.
“Lucius” I cried, immediately burying my face in his shoulders.
He was alive and I could really touch him. He was alive and I could still feel him. Lucius was alive and life was suddenly worth living. Worth fighting for.
“Cupcake” He called my name and pressed me closer into his body.
He felt so warm and I felt so safe, so comforted and so protected. As long as he was here, everything was fine for me.
Lucius took a few steps away from Greyson, his arm still tightly wrapped around me while I cried in his arms.
A few of his men walked into the room.
“He’s unconscious, not dead. We are taking him along with us. I am not rewarding the wanker with a quick, gunshot death after he hurt you” he pulled back a bit and looked at me.
I was crying and this time the tears were back. But they were tears of relief.
“You are all lean and… And your cheeks… Heavens, these beautiful cheeks, he slapped you?” Lucius cupped my cheek with a hand, very slowly and very gently as if he would hurt me even more by touching it better.
I nodded in my tears.
“I… I’m sorry I am late. I am so sorry I fucked up and came late. ” He pulled me close again and this time he lifted me off my feet totally, making me wrap my legs around him and my face in his neck.
I just sobbed as I felt him walking out of the room.
“You have that bitch?” I heard him ask.
“Yes boss” it was Bella’s voice.
“Good. They are both dying a long, slow and painful death. Especially her. That bitch. Throw them both in the torture room and have the tools ready soon.”