Zoey p. o. v
We’ve been on the road for a few minutes now, and I’m curious to know where exactly it is we are going to.
“So, where are we going to exactly?” I broke the silence, as I adjusted slightly in Marco’s arms to get a look at his face.
His large arm was around my waist like a ring, trapping me.
“A brothel.” He replied distinctively, his focus wasn’t on me, it was on something else or better said someone else.
A specific Angela.
He was so tense, and restless.
“Yes, I knew that.” I heard his buddy telling him that at the hospital. “like is it some kind of mafia slang or an actual brothel?”
“A brothel as in a real brothel where prostitutes get paid to have sex with a client.” At his response, I fell silent for a while.
“Oh! I didn’t know you had one of those, strip club that I’m aware of but a brothel?” I was baffled, disappointed even. But who am I to tell him what to do.
Before Marco could reply, the car rode to a stop in front of an old modern single – story building. The building was painted in gray, still in a good structure and neat.
The house stood proudly, in a mist of the modern buildings surrounding it. I was curious to see how the inside looks like, but knowing the purpose of the house killed my interest in it.
House of Roses. It was boldly constructed at top of the building. I could feel Marco’s stare lingering on me, ignoring him, I sharply alighted the car.
One thing I immediately took noticed of was how a group of men stood like robots to welcome Marco. Oddly, there was no expression on theirs faces, it almost felt like I was taking part in a Mafia parade.
Which I was indeed taking part in.
We were led inside by the security and a woman, whom I assume runs this place. She was speaking to Marco as we walk, but I paid them no attention.
Just like one of those jaw-dropping scenes in movies. The second we got inside, everyone….. And by everyone, I meant both the guards and ladies behind the reception desk and girls around the lobby chattering among themselves.
Every breathing thing with eyes and legs stood up at Marco’s presence.
My jaw dropped slightly, but I quickly picked it up.
“Marco!” A soft seductive voice called and immediately, Marco stopped walking, almost as if he were frozen in time.
Follow that sweet voice was a woman. A tall, gorgeous, Victoria’s secret model lookalike woman. She appeared nicely put together in terms of dressing.
Her makeup was top-notch, they looked specifically done. Everything about her was perfect, until my eyes trailed down to her outfit.
I’m not slut-shaming her, but it was obvious the real purpose of her being here. She must work here.
“I’ve missed you.” She scowled playfully at him, with her thick Italian accent.
“Angela.” Marco acknowledged her.
“Aren’t you going to welcome me?” She purred. I saw her briefly glance my way, but quickly averted her eyes. Ignoring my presence, but I do not care.
“Meredith, take Zoey inside.” Marco ordered the woman in charged here. That was when Queen Angela decided to grace me with her attention.
She was accessing me, drinking my appearance in as if to check is I was a competition enough for her. Without waiting for my opinion, Marco disappeared into a room and in his arms was Angela.
She held on to him like it her life, to make it clear to me who Marco belonged to. I shook my head at her childish act.
Meredith led me to a huge open space of what seemed to be the living area of the house. There was no one present here, and Meredith told me to make myself comfortable while left for the meeting with Marco.
I was starting to regret coming here, this isn’t a place I should be. I saw down on one of the leather couches and lazily glanced around. The decoration of the room screamed seduction and luxury, the deep off-white color wall gave out a mysterious yet strong and powerful erotic vibe.
Of course, that’s the purpose. I thought to myself.
What a fancy brothel.
I was distracted by the sound of footsteps approaching, I waited for the person to appear. After so long, two girls appear at the door.
One brunette and the other blonde, both dressed in pretty similar dresses. Their outfits reminded me of someone.
Angela.
“Hey, beautiful.” The brunette greeted me first, they were giving me a confuse look but eventually got over it. “Are you new here?”
I vigorously shook my head. “I’m here with Marco.” I replied to her.
“I see.” The blonde girl scoffed, she turned to her friend and they both smirked.
“I’m Mia, and my friend here is Ivy.” The brunette introduced.
“Zoey, nice to meet you.” I returned the formality.
“Being with the boss must be tough, huh?” Mia shook her head. “It’s only going to get harder now that Angela is back.”
“Mia!” Ivy hissed, Mis and I flinched from the sound. “I suggest you watch your mouth, if the boss heard talking about his woman behind her back. He’s going to kill you.” Mia rolled her eyes dismissively.
His woman?
“Are you talking about Angela?” I asked to confirm.
“If course, cutie, who else?” Mia chuckled. “They’ve been together for years now, I guess they are planning their marriage immediately that she’s here.” she added.
They have been together for years? Wow!
I felt like a detective trying to piece together information, I have guessed right when I suspected that they might have a relationship between them. With the way she had greeted and hugged him, and how tensed, Marco was coming here.
I would love to know more, I was about probing for more information when a sound cuts me off. We flinched from the sound, Ivy and Mia held each other in fear.
“Someone’s shooting.” I gasped loudly. The sound came again, this time louder.
I bolt up, I was not going to just sit here. I ran out of the room, tracking where the sound came from. I could hear footsteps coming from behind me.
“New girl, you need to stop, it’s too dangerous.” I heard Ivy calling after me.
I was too focused on my journey to listen, the firing came again, getting louder and louder, indicating that I was getting closer or the shooter was getting closer to us.
My jaw dropped in horror at the sight before me. A door was swunged open revealing a bloody Angela, she was soaked in dark crimson liquid. Drenched.
“HELP!” Her voice was barely a whisper. She had a gun in hand, I wasn’t quite sure why she had it but been involved with the mafia world, one would need one of those.
Marco made his appearance behind her with his gun too. He shot at her, not once but twice. Both hitting her square on the head, it was a perfectly aimed shot.
Everything happened so quickly right before my eyes that my mind could barely comprehend what happened.
“Oh my God.” I gasped breathlessly in my spot, and my hand went up to cover my mouth.
She was his woman! He had shared something special with her, how could he just kill her without feeling anything?
Tears pricked at the corner of my eyes, I know the kind of man he is. I know what he does and the things he’s involved in. I’m aware he’s the mafia leader, and he must have killed more than I could count.
But killing someone in front of me, and that too with a woman he must have promised love?
Is this how it’s going to end for me as well?
Through my blurry vision, I watched as he casually walked towards me. He must me expecting me to feel nothing about it, as I was aware of his work.
I quickly wiped my tears and turned on my heels.