PUNISHMENT
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CHAPTER 15: PUNISHMENT
The sound of a g*n, so loud echoed inside her head and Italia came awake. Drenched in sweat, wide eyes and panting, catching her own breathe as if she run a miles. She was on edge, searching each corners of the same room she had gotten familiar with. She was ready to leapt until her body slowly relaxed as she took off her sorroundings.
She is on her room. There are no bloods, no screams and cries. Nothing that her mind was trying to deceived her for.
Italia let out a loud breathe, “That dream again.”
But even if it was a dream, she still find herself shaking.
It just started, when Fredo abducted her. The rescue didn’t run smoothly. His men fought Black’s, and it was a b****y fight as her brain recall the events that took place that night.
“We were paid to save you, Italia. That is an order from him.” Black helped her up on her feet. His left hand still holding the g*n, while Fredo was loosing too much blood on the floor. Only that, Black ordered one of his men to gave him some first aid as requested too by Gustav.
And she isn’t a fool why they need him alive.
“But how did you know I was here?” She asked.
When she thought that it would be a helpless resort to escape, but Black was here, telling her about Gustav, that Salvador she hated, but somewhere deeper in her heart, there is this hole he fills, but Italia wouldn’t admit it, because of her pride.
“He have connections.” Black chuckled. “Don’t even try to understate your husbands authority—”
“He’s not my husband.” She was in denial.
Black only grins at her retort.
BANG.
The sound of gunshots echoed. The warehouse has been filled with shouts, hollered screams and corpses that as left lifeless on the floor. A few chose to run, hut some just like Fredo’s men are all too stubborn. They exchange bullets, but it was obvious that Black’s men have the upper hand and was totally prepared for what was get to come.
Italia let out a yelped, when her eyes meet one of the gunmen, but she was quickly pulled by Black to hide behind the wall and shot the man across his forehead. He fell with a thud.
“I can’t let you have any scratches or my 10 billion would become dust.” That’s what he told her.
Although confused, Italia entrusted the man. She was left with no option. He was her key to escape and survive this hellhole that Fredo bestow upon her.
“Follow me.” When Black made sure that the area was clear, he had escorted Italia towards a van that was waiting at the back of the warehouse.
Five of his men accompanied her.
When he turned back, Italia couldn’t help herself and ask, “Aren’t you coming?”
It’s too dangerous inside.
“I can’t, I still have more work to do, but don’t worry.” Black offered him a smile before the door was shut down. “My men will keep you safe and sound, Mrs. Salvador.”
Mrs. Salvador, the surname she vow to hate.
When the engine roared to life, Italia could only stare towards Black alongside with his men and the clamour that was left behind.
And that was the last thing she could remember before waking up on the same mansion she runaway from, the Salvador’s Manor.
Italia shook her head, when those memories bottled her thoughts again. But another part of her seems restless with its question, she was there, but never had Gustav spared a time to visit Italia.
A pang made her heart twitched. She isn’t supposed to feel this way, but she couldn’t help it.
“Why can’t even check on me, when he is the one who tried to save me?” She would always grumbled.
It’s been days, three days straight and not even his soul had decided to came uninvited even on her sleep.
Or perhaps—he have his eyes and attention reserve to someone already.
The thought added fuel to the fire, recalling the news she saw before Fredo abducted her.
It was Gustav and Samantha... Samantha Montreal, who was wearing a Salvador’s mark. Their heirloom ring for a promise bride.
“H—ha! Ha!” Fredo was panting, but never had he seen himself, a Montreal on this predicament.
He have power. He have money, and men, who will always obey every wins he has, but now he has nothing. His arms are both tied, and he was the center of entertainment. Beaten into pulp that he can no longer feel his face. It goes numb, and his entire body was already throbbing.
Fredo just like Italia....at that moment, he knew that his name was nothing. He was helpless, hopeless knowing, who was behind this.
“s**t, are you still awake?” Black whistled, when he pushed open the door.
The cold breeze coming from the sea made Fredo shivered. The saltwater outside and the ferry he was being held captive already suggested what fate awaits for him.
He gritted his teeth. He never lose once. It isn’t him, who would be there, and pleading—begging.
“You bastards!” They should be under his mercy!
“And when I think you have already learn your lesson.” Black shook his head, disappointed. “But I guess not, but don’t worry, I am not in a rush—”
But Fredo cut him off. His eyes are red, hot with anger, “You are going to pay for this!”
“Always the talk, but you cannot cause any fear here, Mr. Montreal.” Black grins.
He circled the old man.
“Do you really think you can scare me even in a bit?” He chuckled. “I’ve seen far worst, and you? You were nothing.”
“You’ll see once I escape here!” Fredo was in a grey. He never get tired off throwing his threats, which makes the latter amused.
Black flicks his finger. A chair was quickly place in front of Fredo, and he sits there, allowing him to face the man, who [mistakenly] hurt Italia.
“Are you still hoping that I’ll let you free?” Black leaned closer.
“I have my men—!”
“You have, but they wouldn’t dare to interfere unless they wanted to die.”
“You sounded so certain.” Fredo hissed.
“Of course!” Black laughs. His laughter echoed on the room, but he pay no heed. When he averted his eyes to Fredo’s mad orbs, the delight on his own was evidently plastered as if the latter say something ironic. “Not when he personally came here to pay you a visit.”
At those words, Fredo felt like his anger crushed. His boldness succumbed to cowardness as his face pales for an instant.
“W—what—”
But the sudden creak of the door, and the new presence suggested that he didn’t need to ask.
When the thunders rumble and the night sky has been painted black, a shadow towered the pair. His eyes are dark, hooded...and somehow in depth, merciless that seems far docile was far itched. He was tall, clad on the same suits that match his authority.
It was Gustav, and being there, Fredo knew that the ruthless Salvador means business.
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