Matteo smirked at Ram’s folly, and when he looked at them, he couldn’t believe the man had the nerve to demand for Isabella to warm his bed. It was ridiculous how they could have believed he would give Isabella out to them, not now that he owned her. However, he continued his previous statement, “But over your dead body.” With all seriousness on his face.
Isabella was startled out of her reverie and lifted her face up to look at Matteo when he said those words cruelly. She felt at ease being close to him and relieved that he wasn’t going to sell her to those old men so they could have their evil-way with her. She averted her gaze to the old-men and smiled broadly when she saw the shock on their faces; they must be disappointed.
” Lei è mia, nel caso non lo sapessi.” (She is mine, in case you don’t know) He said and the old-men who understood what he had just said all gasped in fear. They were all doomed because they dared to touch Matteo Domenico’s property. “Ricordalo sempre all’inferno: lei è mia e nessuno osa toccarla, ferirla o scoparla tranne me,” (Always remember this in hell: she is mine, and no one dares to touch her, hurt her, or fuck her except me) he said coldly, causing the three elderly men’s entire body to shake in dread.
Matteo lowered his gaze to meet hers, his eyes filled with compassion as he speak, “Close your eyes, baby girl, because you don’t wanna to see this,” he whispered, then grasped the back of her head and buried her face against his chest. He made sure Isabella was secured in his arms before he pointed the rifle at Ram.
The men were taken aback by his unexpected change of heart. They assumed he was on his side, but he merely wanted to get Isabella away from them so he could shoot them without hurting her. He was afraid that one of them would use her as a bait to rescue himself, which he did not want, so he had to act foolishly just to get the better of them.
The three men pleaded Matteo, “Sir Matteo, please don’t do this,” their voices filled with fear as they sank to their knees and knelt before him.
Matteo showed no mercy; they all deserve to die for daring to disrespect her. They had no right to touch her, regardless of her skin color. Every woman is entitled to the same level of respect.
“Best of luck on your journey to hell,” Matteo spat viciously, his eyes darkening as he began to pull the trigger; one by one, their corpses jerked back and dropped on the icy surface with their blood splattering everywhere.
Isabella’s heart sprang out of her throat as she heard their groans of anguish when the bullet landed on their chests. Each time a bullet left the gun, Isabella’s heart skipped a beat. She could swear she didn’t feel Matteo’s heart twitch while firing the bullet but she was terrified and quaked with every gunshot she heard.
Matteo finished by bringing the gun up to his lips and blowing out the smoke before slipping the revolver into his suit inner-jetted pocket.
Isabella was so terrified that she began sobbing against his chest. She only wish he had allowed her to leave the room rather than making her witness this gun scene. Her entire body was quivering; she’d never seen a gun-scene before, and she swear she didn’t feel Matteo’s heart twitch as he shot those men to death. She encircled her hand around his waist, her eyes closed tight, unable to fathom the agony they must have felt when the bullet landed on their chests.
Matteo felt Isabella’s body trembling in his arms and he knew she must be traumatized by the sound of the bullet leaving the rifle.
When Isabella realized he was finished, she detached from him and took a step back. She tried to turn away, but he abruptly drew her close and gripped her waist hard against him.
“It’s fine if you want to hug me,” he said calmly, but the truth is that he needed the hug more.
Isabella was taken aback by his sudden change of attitude. Why is he suddenly becoming calm and friendly after murdering someone? She saw it as an opportunity to inquire, “Why would you kill them?” She asked. “They don’t deserve to die”. She added.
Leonardo looks down at her, angry that she felt pity for them and forgetting that they would have molest her if he hadn’t come to save her. He would have left them to fuck her so she could see why they deserve to die. He sighed and shoved her away, his eyes piercing right through her as he spoke sternly: “Avoid yourself from getting into trouble. I won’t be here to save you again.”
Isabella averted her gaze; seeing him look at her that way scared her. “The men you killed, don’t they have a family?” Isabella asked in a low voice, feeling traumatized after witnessing a full gunshot scenario in her present. She was aware that she couldn’t overcome her guilt in a single day and she expected him to feel remorse but he didn’t. Instead he acted un-concern like nothing happened. “You know they don’t deserve it,” she added.
Matteo reached for his gun in his pocket, knowing he could have killed her with a single shot just so she wouldn’t go out and report to the police, but for some reason-he shook his head, no he doesn’t-he couldn’t bring himself to. He dropped his hand. “But you deserve to be raped right?” His voice had a calm demeanor, yet it was so icy that it made her stomach turn. He inquired, but she remained silent, claiming she didn’t know what to say. “That’s what I thought”. He stated and when she did not respond, he spoke up again: “No one will look for them, and I will call my men to clear up this mess,” he adds. “And, in case the cops find out, I’ll tell them it was self-defense,” he said.
“So this is all a secret?” Isabella inquired. It was incredibly shocking and distressing to her, and she was still struggling to get over it. She knew Matteo to be a peaceful, caring man and not a callous killer the day she first met him.
“We can consider ourselves saved as long as you never discuss anything about this to anyone, including the police,” Matteo remarked.
Isabella’s pulse was still beating with anxiety; she didn’t want to be a part of this old-men’s death and end up in jail with Matteo. She only asked for his help and not to have them killed.
Matteo took out his phone and made a quick call, “Be here in room 025 to clean up this mess”, before hanging up. He gave her a stern stare before speaking in a warning tone, “No one should know about this,” he said, staring at her intently in order to frighten her with the menace in his eyes.
Isabella lowered her head swiftly and murmured, “Yes, sir.”
“You’ll no longer be working as a maid here.”
Isabella’s eyes widened as she stared up at him, unsure if he had just fired her. “What?” she inquired. She wouldn’t be able to handle losing this job. She hasn’t worked for a week, and now she’s fired? Especially when he had just committed a crime in her presence.