Rebecca asked Lucille to bring Patrick to the guest room, while she and Kwan went outside to get some air. Rebecca wondered what Kwan was thinking because he looked serious.
“I hope you’re not mad at me,” Rebecca said in a low voice.
“No, not really. We just couldn’t just let our guard down. Wen’s already gone, and your father also. Our close ties are getting smaller and smaller. We have to find a way to get more connections,” Kwan replied.
“Then what about asking for Patrick’s help?” Rebecca suggested. “I heard that he’s a professional spy, so maybe he can help us?”
“He’s a spy?” Kwan asked loudly. “So, why did you let him if you know he’s a spy?”
“Shhhh. Lower your voice.” Rebecca touched Kwan’s lips. “That’s why I let him in because he’s a spy. He probably has his reason why he came here, not just to know about Wen’s death. Besides, he didn’t look so cruel, so we can convince him to help us.”
“And what must be his reason for coming here? Is he going to put us in danger?” Kwan asked.
“That’s what he has to know, and in order to do that, we have to spy a spy,” Rebecca replied.
Lucille opened the guest room and let Patrick enter. “This is the room, sir. Just call me if you need anything,” Lucille said.
“Thank you, miss,” Patrick replied, amazed by Lucille’s kindness despite being a stranger.
“You can call me Lucille, sir,” Lucille said. “How about you? May I know your name, mister?”
“Patrick,” Patrick replied as he sat down on the soft bed. “Thanks again for letting me stay here. You’re so kind and beautiful.”
Lucille blushed upon hearing Patrick’s compliment. She smiled at him, and he smiled too. It seemed like they were both having fun and butterflies in their stomachs.
“Um, can I ask you something, Miss Lucille?” Patrick asked, holding his jaw as he lay on his side.
“Anything, sir,” Lucille replied, couldn’t stop herself from blushing as she admired how handsome Patrick was.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” Patrick asked, which made Lucille choke; blood streamed down from her nose. “Gosh! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ask such a rude question. Are you okay?”
Lucille couldn’t stop getting goosebumps as Patrick touched her face. She started to imagine herself as the protagonist in a romance novel she loved to read. Patrick wiped the blood from her nose, and both of them stared into each other’s eyes for a moment.
Patrick’s face was getting closer and closer to hers. Lucille closed her eyes, waiting to feel his lips and experience her first kiss, but someone suddenly knocked through the wall, waking her up from her dreams.
“Hey!” Rebecca interrupted. “What’s going on here?” She was surprised to see Patrick holding Lucille’s face.
Lucille immediately got off the bed and ran away from embarrassment. She couldn’t hold the smile on her face that kept showing as she imagined Patrick as her prince charming.
“I’m sorry, Miss Rebecca. Lucille doesn’t seem to be okay; she’s having a nosebleed,” Patrick said.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m here for a different reason,” Rebecca replied in a serious tone, taking Patrick’s full attention.
“What is it, Miss Rebecca?” Patrick asked.
“I know you’re a spy, mister Patrick Salvatore,” Rebecca said. “I don’t have to explain how I know this, but if you still want to go out of here alive, you have to cooperate with us.”
Patrick laughed, as he didn’t expect Rebecca to find out the truth. “You’re so clever, Miss Rebecca. You got me there. I’ll be willing to cooperate with you, so what’s the plan?” Patrick asked, as if he didn’t want this to become more complicated.
The next day, Patrick started taking pictures and recording their scripted conversations. He sent the documents to his client. He also told him when and where Elfedio’s burial would be held. Patrick did his best to make them sound normal.
Denisse received the documents from Patrick, and he decided to show them to Brandon so that they could plan ahead since they already knew when and where the burial would be held.
“So, this is where they are going to die?” Brandon asked and laughed out loud, seeing a map with a red mark on it, where a private cemetery was located.
“We have to gather enough men to catch them as well as the people who are attending the burial. I don’t want to get my hands dirty,” Denisse replied.
“Don’t worry, cousin. I’ll take care of them all with my own hands,” Brandon said, overestimating what he could do.
“Don’t be so full of yourself, Brein. You can’t take them all by yourself; that’s why we need my men to help,” Denisse argued.
“Okay, okay. Do whatever you want. Just leave Rebecca and that traitor to me. I’d like to make them suffer with my own hands,” Brandon said.
“You’re really cruel, my cousin,” Denisse said, and they laughed together like sons of a devil.
After some days and sleepless nights, Bernadette finally decided to let go of her husband’s corpse, even though she still wanted to spend more time with him, but she just got hurt even more every time she looked at him lying inside a coffin.
Even though there were still many things they wanted to do together, Bernadette knew she had to accept the fact that people die at some point. She just hoped to meet her husband in another life again, where they could live a peaceful life again.
Bernadette reminisced about the first day they met one summer day on the beach; they were just kids playing around and stumbled on each other. They were in college when they fell in love, became a couple, and got married until they had children.
Even their parents were also disappointed with their relationship, so they knew exactly how it felt when their daughter fell in love with their grader, so they tried their best to show her that she could choose whoever she loved.
Time was flying so fast; Claudio was already gone, and now Elfedio was gone too. Until now, Bernadette didn’t know what had gotten inside Claudio’s head to jump from their rooftop. The only family she had now was Rebecca, so she would do her best to protect her.
During Elfedio’s burial, where everyone was wearing black and the rain was pouring heavily, an uninvited guest showed up with a gun in his hand, pointing at Rebecca. Bernadette saw him, so she sacrificed herself, catching the bullet for her daughter.
“Mom!” Rebecca screamed with the sudden outburst of her emotions, seeing her mother with blood streaming down her chest. She slowly laid her down on the ground. “Call an ambulance! Mom! Hold on! Don’t leave me!”
Rebecca cried, but it seemed like nobody was listening to her, especially since everyone was already caught by Denisse’s men, pointing guns at their heads, and they were pretty dead if they made any move.
“I’m sorry, child. I have to go with your dad now. We’ll wait for you,” Bernadette said faintly before she breathed her last.
“You piece of shit! What did you do to my mother?” Rebecca screamed; her face was full of tears. “I won’t forgive you!” She tried to run towards Brandon, but a man in black eyeglasses caught her and tied her down so that she couldn’t move.
Brandon and Denisse Lucresse killed some of the men, telling the rest that if they did something, they’d also die, and they didn’t move out of fear. Brandon walked towards Kwan and spit on him as some men had already tied his hands from the back.
“Watch how I’ll fck your girl in front of you,” Brandon said. He held Rebecca’s chin and touched her breast in front of Kwan.
“Stop that!” Kwan shouted, trying to get off, but the men held him. “You’re a heartless monster.”
“Just say whatever you want. I’m embracing the antagonist role in your story, and I’ll make you suffer in my own hands. This is such a perfect burial ground for all of you.” Brandon laughed like a demon as the sky turned dark.
“Boring,” Denisse interrupted. “Why won’t you play with them for a while before sending them to hell? You can do whatever you want with them now,” he suggested.
“That’s what I really like from you, cousin. You always spoil me. Let’s bring them to my mansion for now and kill the rest,” Brandon replied.
The men shot everyone who attended the burial; blood was streaming down the ground as if there had been a war. The rain wasn’t able to wash all the blood. They brought Rebecca, Kwan, and Lucille to Brandon’s mansion.
Rebecca couldn’t stop herself from crying. Her father had just died, and now her mother too. She didn’t want any of this to happen, so if she was just dreaming a bad dream, she wanted to wake up now.
“Please let me go. I’m not involved with any of this!” Lucille begged. Although she didn’t want to leave her young lady, she couldn’t risk her own life either.
“You’re such a pretty girl. Why won’t you serve my cousin tonight?” Brandon asked as he stripped Lucille’s clothes.
“Piece of shit! Let her go! She’s not involved with any of this!” Rebecca interrupted, making Brandon mad.
Brandon walked towards Rebecca and slapped her face as if he never had any feelings for her before. He held her jaw firmly, making her open her mouth.
“That’s what I hate the most with you, Rebecca. You’re so talkative as if you know what’s right all the time. Why won’t you swallow some bullet for a while to keep your mouth shut?” Brandon asked.