Elena;
The moment we stepped into this warehouse, I was taken aback when I saw the state the officer was in.
Blood was dripping from his head and different parts of his body.
The scene was so disturbing that I almost threw up the meal I had eaten.
It was brutal.
He was barely hanging on to his life, tied up to the chair with bloodied clothing. Making me wonder what crime he must have committed to have warranted such acts.
And then, he pulled the trigger.
My mouth was wide open. Eyes as well as I stared at the scene in front of me.
I wasn’t expecting him to pull the trigger that way. For heaven’s sake, that could have been someone’s father!
“Why did you do that!?” I found myself yelling at Angelo, tearing my eyes away from the body dripping blood continuously on the floors.
“That was brutal! You should not have done that. What if he has a family?”
I did not give a damn that I was raising my voice at the moment, but I was so shocked he did that.
I knew perfectly well what Angelo Fabian was capable of. But seeing it firsthand this way made me so angry.
His cold gaze met mine, “I didn’t realize I had any reason to answer you, Elena,”
“Take care of the mess,” he ordered his men without losing eye contact with me, “Let’s go, Elena.”
I was too shaken up to move an inch. My gaze darted to the dead man by the side, and my insides churned badly.
Before I knew it, my feet trudged forward, going after him as he stepped out of the room.
I needed to be anywhere but here.
His voice echoed through the narrow halls as we walked through, “I didn’t realize you are this sentimental. And here I thought you understand the kind of work I do.”
I let my feet move faster, trying to catch up with him, “Did you have to kill him, though? What happened to the torturing game or whatever you guys do? Why do you have to kill him?”
Abruptly, his steps faltered, almost causing me to hit his back. And then he turned, his eyes narrowed and lips pursed.
He seemed tense… As he scrutinized me for a moment. But all that ran through my mind was the possibility of that man having a family somewhere.
Making me wonder if they knew he wouldn’t be coming home today.
What if he had kids?
Do they have any idea that they would not be seeing their father ever again?
Do they have a single clue how brutally he was killed?
The thought sent tears streaking down my cheeks, which I quickly wiped with the back of my hand.
I know very well that he must have done something bad to Angelo, but…. life should be precious and sacred.
At least I knew that I would give anything to get my mother back. I would give anything just to see her face one more time.
She did not deserve what happened to her. Not in the slightest.
Tears blurred my vision and my feet faltered, ceasing my movements.
I could see her. Her warm smiles. I could feel her warm hugs, but most sadly, I could see her weak eyes as she struggled to take her last breath in the hospital that very day.
I could recall her gasped breaths as she finally said goodbye to Earth.
My world spinned at that very moment. Everything became blurry and I could hear loud noises filling my ears.
Sounds of my cries that night. My screams .. yells, until I was dragged out by my father.
I didn’t realize I was practically on the floor until I saw Angelo’s figure towering above me. Eyes wide as he scooched lower to grab me.
*****
I jerked up awake, my eyes fluttering open as they settled on my surroundings.
With wide blinking eyes, I took the state of the room I was in. Dimly lit, cozy, and a plush bed.
I could feel my heart beating rapidly in my chest, and a layer of sweat dripping down my forehead.
Which was strange because I could feel the cold bite of the air conditioner in the room.
What happened?
Where am I?
As I let my gaze round the room, I discovered it was huge. Huge but rather empty.
I glanced down at my body. I wasn’t tied up. I was in a plush bed…
Did Angelo bring me here?
Quickly I sat up on the bed, making my way down when I felt the room suddenly spin.
For a moment, I tried to collect myself, and then I was making my way out the door.
A splitting headache made its way on me and I halted in my tracks, palming my head as I tried to rein it down.
The pain was intense, like a ton of drummers playing inside my head.
And just like that, the memories of the bloodied man, and the way his body had lulled to the side, after being shot.
My eyes widened as I recalled I must have passed out in the halls.
And he brought me Here?
I didn’t want to have anything to do with him, but I did not have a lot of choices.
So, I barged down the door, using my feet to push open the door.
But the moment it opened, and I was about to step out, strong arms held me back, completely making me halt in my tracks.
“You shouldn’t be roaming about.” His deep gruff voice sounded and I immediately jerked away from him.
“Get away from me, please,” I tried to pull away from him, but he wasn’t relenting. He wasn’t even budging. It was as if his arms were made of stone.
“I am in no mood for that, right now, Elena. It is either you behave or you let me teach you how,” his voice was stern and commanding.
” I need space, please. Get away from me. ” I said as calmly as I could, hoping he could let go of my arms and let me be.
But he still was not budging. Not in the slightest.
“I’m at my last shard of patience with you, Elena. Do not let me repeat myself again. Go back in there and have a rest or you prefer me to help you do that? “