Chapter 4

Another gunshot. I tried hard to not make any sound but a little squeak escaped my mouth. I clasped my mouth with my hand. My body was shaking. I could my self falling into a Never ending pit.

All I could feel was panic. All I could remember was my father’s 1911 Commander handgun in a pool of blood. My mother’s cold skin. All her warmth gone. The life sucked out of her by the handgun.

Another Gunshot and everything fell silent. I looked at Julio whose lifeless body was on the floor. I could feel a sense of relief flooding my mind. But then the blood started to ooze out. My head was reeling. Even though Julio was dead I would soon land in the hands of another monster. Soon I started to loose my consciousness. The last thing I remember is anothe gunshot. Maybe this is how I was supposed to die.

Adrian

The little squeak caught my attention. Near the bed. Her body was shaking. She was with Julio then why wasn’t she used to this. The shinning metal around her ankle caught my attention and then as my eyes went up I realised she was naked. In another scenario I would be turned on but seeing the cuts and bruises on her body I felt remorse.

Cielo shot Julio right in his head. Bastard! He deserved it. He had dared to betray me and death was all he deserved. No hearing just death served to him as his sentence. That’s how things worked for us. Anything but betrayal.

That girl! My mind raced back to her. She had passed out. All of this must have scared her to death. Cielo emptied another bullet into Julio’s head and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. I grabbed the key on the bedside table and fortunately it unlocked the metal bindings. I picked her up in my arms and that’s when i got a closer look at her face. Angelic! Her porcelain skin was covered with bruises while her beautiful pink lips were Swollen with small cuts on them. She had suffered a lot.

“Where are you taking here?” Cielo asked confused.

I ignored his look. I don’t know why I said what I said but that’s all that made sense to me at that moment. “She needs me”

From the moment I saw her crouched in the corner with fear I just knew I couldn’t leave her behind. I laid her down on my bed and and dressed her in a spare shirt of mine.

I pushed a couple of strands of her soft black hair Covering her face. Her porcelain skin showed a hint of her pink undertone and her cheeks were stained with tears. Even in such a stated she was a beauty to behold. It sent something stirring inside of me. I got out of the bed. She was asleep now.

“Beautiful.”   ...............

Fayre

I had a splitting headache forming when i woke up. But to my surprise it wasn’t the cold hard ground I was expecting but a soft mattress. I jerked up from the bed and found my self covered in a loose yet perfectly tailored white shirt.

I looked around. I was in a huge bedroom. The walls were all a shade of black and white, completely monotonous. The curtains were pushed aside revealing huge windows which also had door in the middle leading to a huge balcony beyond them.

Two black leather seats were placed with a small centre table. The bed I was currently sitting on was a huge king size one with a black cushiony  leather covered headboard. On the other side was door that lead to maybe the bathroom and the walk-in  closet was just beside that. But who the hell brought me here ?

Memories of what happened the night before flashed in my head. Julio’s lifeless body on the floor. But the men that barged in that night may have killed Julio for good but they were no less than monsters. They were just like every one around me. Fighting for flesh and blood.

A shiver ran down my spine. Now was under another monster, one I knew nothing about and I was clearly unsure what waited for me in the future. I pulled my knees closer to my chest as the anticipation started building. I could feel my body shiver as panic settled in my heart.

My life was never mine for the beginning. I was born and raised in the mafia where women were nothing but objects. Being the leaders daughter did no good for me.

“Mother.” I shook her lifeless body as my body trembled.

“Please! Ma. Wake up.”

Tears ran down my cheeks as dread settled in my heart. The body that gave me warmth was stone cold now. I could feel her blood soaking my dress. I shook her hand desperately hoping the warmth would return but it didn’t.

“Ma. Do..not leave me.” I mumbled as my vision got clouded.

“Ma.”

The warmth I felt on my cheek. It wasn’t familiar but I had been longing it for a quiet a while now. I closed my eyes absorbing it all in. I might lose it any second now.

“Are you okay !?” A deep masculine voice nudged into my head.

I opened my eyes. A pair of hazel  orbs stared back at me. It belonged to the man holding me captive, a monster. But yet they held a certain amount of care that was foreign to me. I couldn’t stop staring at them.

His hand caressed my cheek as he stared down into my eyes and I was scared he would see my soul and realise how wounded I was. I scurried back against the bed away from his touch. I was cold again but I had to get away.

“Don’t be scared. I won’t hurt you.” He promised.

His jet black hair was messed up, corse stubble grazing his jaw. All his features were Sharp and perfect as if designed by the gods themselves. Yet I was utterly attracted to his eyes. They defied his Exterior.

“I am not gonna hurt you.” He assured me.

I didn’t want to believe him but his eyes held his sincerity. Yet I did. I believed him. I gave him a nod.

“What’s your name?”

“Fayre.”

“Fayre” He repeated pronouncing it with care. Care I wasn’t familiar with. Everything about him was foreign to me yet I believed it.

“How did you end up with Julio ?” He took my hand in his examining the bruise on my wrist. I took a deep breath. He gently ran his thumb against the border of my bruise. A faint speck of pain ran its course but it was nothing compared to all I had endured.

“My Father. He promised me to Julio. It was his way of Punishing me.” He kept tracing my bruise repeatedly as I spoke.

“Your father?” He gave me a questioning look.

Little did I know the name would change his demeanour. “Antonio Vargas.”

His grip on my wrist tightened as a new found Panic rose in my heart. His gaze fixated on me and now anger flared up in those orbs. I could feel my heart beat fasten as the pain in my wrist increased.

“Pl..ease! Y...ou are hurting me.” I managed to mumble as tears threatened my eyes.

The moment his hand dropped my wrist I pushed my self back as far as possible unfortunately colliding with the headboard soon. I pulled my knees closer to my chest in a futile attempt to protect myself From him. He stared down at me the anger never leaving his eyes.

I was wrong. Wrong to believe that he wouldn’t hurt me. After all he was just another monster. A monster that could kill without mercy. I was just a weakling and he wouldn’t hesitate in breaking my neck.

He ran his hand through his hair and turned around and strode out of the room. At least I was safe for the time being. But that wasn’t going to last any longer. If I wanted to live I had to escape. I had to do it this time.

Adrian

Antonio Vargas. I could never forget that name. The man I was waiting to capture and torture. He was the reason I lost everything.

He dared to attack me when I was the weakest . He took the one person I cared so deeply for. I loved beyond hope. My Father. I lost a part of me the day he lay in my arms bleeding and I was helpless. I failed as a Padrone that day.

Two years searching for that man and now when I had the lead in front me I was failing again. Ten seconds.  All it would take was ten seconds to extract the information from her. But i couldn’t bring myself to think about it.

She was just a victim. I could never inflict more pain on her. “God” I swear I could rip off the hair from my head at that moment. She was just an innocent soul. I could never bring myself to do anything to her just for the sake of revenge.

I slammed my fist hard against the wall. But it did nothing to settle the storm raising inside of me.   I was so close yet so far from that one thing I desperately wanted. To have Antonio’s neck in my grip and see the raw fear in his eyes. Even death would be a luxury for him when I do so.

Fayre.

My thoughts ran to her. All I could think of were her wide innocent blue eyes and the fear evident in them. One moment I gave her my word against hurting her and the next moment I went back on it.

FUCK! I slammed my fist yet again in the wall. Her beautiful face was pale with terror flooding her mind. I was familiar with it. I would beam with pride if it was different situation. But all I could do was curse myself for causing her agony.

I needed her to trust me. I needed to get a hold on my anger. I would protect her no matter what.