PIETRO GIACOMETTI
“Quite bold, huh” I tilted my head slightly and moved over to a sofa.
“Which were you sitting on?” I questioned.
“The one over there? Why?” She pointed towards a sofa, her tone holding a little bit too much of confidence.
“If you want to keep your head for much longer, fix that tone.” I sat on the sofa opposite the one she had been seated on.
“Sit on that particular one. Would have to discard it when you leave as my woman would clearly hate the scent of another woman’s perfume around.”
A small frown appeared on her face but she eased it back quickly and she sat down.
“Dylan… I do not know exactly what he did to you but I want him back, Mr. Giacometti. How do I get him back?” She was clearly trying to read my expression as she picked her words carefully one after the other.
“How are you so sure he is still alive?” I leaned back to my sofa, gaze fixated on her.
“I… I am not so certain he is alive but I am hoping he is.” She replied.
“Hope…” I chuckled.
“I do like having fun with that concept. It’s such a fun concept, isn’t it?”
If it wasn’t for Peaches, I would never have known what hope actually meant and I would not have cared about ever knowing it too.
But she, for Peaches, I have kept that concept in my heart for several years. Hope. Hoping. Hoping every single fucking minute that she would run towards me and tell me those words she stubbornly seals within her.
“I… If my hope is right, what do I do to get him back?” Kate asked again.
“Nothing. There’s nothing you can do for me. The one who holds all the power in this situation is me. And you walking in here, into my home just gave me another easy situation to control. Your life.”
She adjusted, a streak of fear flashing in her eyes.
I chuckled.
“I will let him go. I will release him to you but it would entirely depend on your own abilities.”
She immediately moved closer to the edge of the sofa.
“Thank you, Mr. Giacometti. What do…”
“How well do you drive?” I questioned and saw her brows arch.
“Quite well.”
“It is a forty five minutes drive to where Dylan is kept but…” I pulled my phone out of my pocket.
“I am going to call my men now and Dylan will be killed in twenty five minutes. If you can get there in twenty five minutes, he will be spared and you can take him away with you. But if you arrive there even a second after twenty five minutes, I would let my men practice dissection on both yourself and your precious Dylan. They are still grossly unskilled though so I hope you will pardon their lack of skills.”
She stared at me, face going red with fear and hands tightening into a fist as she shook slightly.
“Thirty minutes” she tried to bargain and I rose up to my feet casually.
“Twenty minutes. You might want to attempt bargaining once more.”
She gasped, trying to say something but probably realised that saying another word would only put her even in a tighter position.
“The address then.” she rose to her feet.
“You will get the address in five minutes. Your time will start counting immediately after you get the address. Make good use of your time”
Her eyes blinked nervously and she held onto the sides of her clothing.
“Thank you for this opportunity, Mr. Giacometti.”
CAILY GALILEO
I was worried. My mind was perturbed by not one thing but a list of things.
I had been in my room a few minutes ago, when the maid had come in, served me a glass of orange juice and informed me about the presence of a woman in the living room.
The fact that I could not keep my feelings in check and had rushed down the next minute to see who the visiting woman was disturbed me. How could I ever hide my feelings for Pietro when I was doing such a bad job at it? I had been so scared for a second that Pietro was giving up on me and taking another woman into his life and I could not mask up that fear even a tiny bit.
And then it had been Kate and I could not say anything in response to her question. What was I doing here? There was no way I would have told her that I was here on a contract and that Pietro Giacometti is a man obsessed with me and wants me around?
Now, as if that wasn’t enough already to bother my head. There was the disappearance of Dylan. Did he decide to take a break from everything and perhaps go on a quiet vacation because I refused him? Or did he harm himself?
Whichever was the case, I believed that his disappearance had to do with me in one way or the other.
There was another possibility, one I refused to entertain. The possibility that Pietro could have done something to…
“He would not. He would definitely not.” I erased that possiblity again.
If Pietro wanted to harm Dylan, then he would surely have done it a long time ago and would not wait until now.
“Pietro did not do this” I assured myself before letting out a puff of air from my mouth and looking to the window.
After sundown, there would be another sunrise tomorrow and at that sunrise, I had to leave this place. I had to leave Pietro because that was the best option not just for me but for him also.
I felt my body quiver lightly as if my entire being was against the decision I just made but I sterned myself.
I looked back at the framed drawing on the other wall and then looked away from it with a slow gaze.
“It’s time to bring all of these to an end. It is for the better.”