“I wonder why Anthonio helped me.”
“Maybe to prove something. Did he tell you anything? Or ask?”
“Uh, he asked me to trust him. But I refused to.”
“Then he helped you, to prove that you can believe in whatever he says. In his word.”
“What? He has a heart all of a sudden? He kidnapped me! Why should I believe his dirty word?”
“It’s not what you think.” she replied firmly.
“Anthonio hates contradiction. You can call him anything you want. But don’t call him fake, a hypocrite or a liar.”
“Oh, why all these things?”
“I don’t know. He’s a mystery no one’s ever solved.”
For the rest of the day, I saw no members nor the boss around. They were always gone to somewhere, to cause terror and fear. Especially my America that was under Anthonio’s threat alone!
If an individual could cause so much terror, I did not want to imagine what his group could do.
I had a doubt about them being the Mafia. As to what I knew, the Mafia was dangerous, yes, but were mostly into black markets and drug dealing, not terrorism. This group or gang was completely different. They taught their members to be heartless and cold blooded killers and terrorists. The main question now was, who were these people? A cult or what?
In order to get the scary thoughts out of my head, I decided to take a stroll inside the house to discover all its room and corners. I visited lot of rooms and halls and saw magnificent things. The house was some sort of castle. I wondered what it looked like on the outside.
I kept on walking until, I got lost. I couldn’t find my way back to my room. I didn’t know which way I’d come from. I freaked out instantly.
“V–Velma?!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, but all I could hear was my voice’s echo. That scared me. The halls were getting dark.
“Helloooo?! I’m stuck!!”
The sun was setting and the darkness was increasing! I didn’t know where the switches could be found. The corridor was a long dark one. I was so afraid.
“Help?!” I looked around but saw no one. I got even more scared.
“P–please! I’m– AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!”
I screamed in shock when I turned around to meet Anthonio standing right behind me like a statue! My hands went straight to my chest as it hurt from the palpitation and fear I’d just received. I tried to calm down before looking up at him.
“What are you doing here alone?” he asked in a low voice.
I’d been so scared that I couldn’t even speak yet. How had he gotten up there? When did he even approach me and from where? For how long had he been behind me?
“This should be the last time you scare me like that!” I yelled at him, without thinking. My chest still hurt.
“I thought you’d heard me.” he replied casually.
“Well I did not!” I was so angry that my voice came out as a little girl’s scream. Embarrassing.
I looked at him. He smirked. I flinched.
‘He just smirked??’
I blinked in confusion like an idiot. The last time I’d seen him manage something that looked like a smirk was back in central prison. But right now, he was actually smirking.
I stepped back, lost. Seeing him smirk caused a mixture of emotions in me. I was surprised, afraid and all the while in awe at his handsomeness. He was already handsome when he was serious, but when he managed a simple smirk, he could kill. Not literally of course...or maybe.
“Then you’re clearly deaf.” he seemed to tease.
I stared at his face. I hated his guts but there was something beginning to scare me. I felt like some odd part of me, was attracted to him, and it scared me. I admired his eyes, his brows, lips, face–. He had an odd kind of beauty.
‘SNAP OUT OF IT DONNICA! He trapped and kidnapped you. Your life is over because of him. You’ll never live a normal life, again!’
I thought to myself before shaking my head, feeling very bitter. I then spoke to him.
“I see you’re in a good mood. Thank you for helping me this morning.” I said.
He became serious all of a sudden, his expression empty again and yet, hard. He grabbed my arm.
‘What did I say wrong? His sudden change in countenance is weird.’
“I didn’t do it to help you. Let me take you down.” he pulled me along. His whole attitude just changed.
“Can’t you stay polite for a while?” I struggled to free my arm.
“Why should I?” he retorted as he pulled me roughly down the hall.
“So people learn to get comfortable around you.”
I stared uglily at him as he dragged me along. Yes, I hated his guts.