RESCUING MRS. SALVADOR
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CHAPTER 14: RESCUING MRS. SALVADOR
When she woke up again, Italia was quickly blinded by the light on a single bulb that was place on the ceiling. There are shouts and scream. Whistles and cheers from men as if they had gone wild for something.
Groggy, she could feel her head pounding. It terribly hurt, but that was something she didn’t ned to worry first.
“W—where am I?” She asked.
Only then she realized why the voices of those men were loud. Cold swept through her feet. When her eyes saw herself on a stage, while being viewed by men she lost count of. They are eyeing her. Some with a l**t, a few with a curious look as if it was the first time they had seen such spice men.
“O—oh my god!” She leaned back, but it was cold steel bark that meet her skin.
Italia’s lips tremble.
She was beyond terrified being treated as if she were some sort of an animal.
Fredo had just place her on a large cage!
And speaking of the devil, he was there holding a mic.
“Oh, our item is already awake.” He said.
The crowd chuckled in delight.
“H—how dare you?! What did you do to me?!” Italia demanded.
She felt shame spreading across her body, and the cold air that was seeping from the cracks made her catch on that she was only clad on a satin dress that did not hide anything. All eyes pry on her legs and her chest. They were like rabid dogs, who was ready to pounced.
She was violated!
At the state she’s in, Italia clenched her jaw in anger at how helpless she was.
“Release me this instant!” She yelled with anger.
“Oh, seems like we have a feisty one, my friend.” But Fredo seems entertain. “Let me ask, if you would still want this tigress, gentlemen?” A couple of yes echoed. “Well, the bid will start on ten thousand dollars (10,000 USD).”
“I will pressed charges!” But Italia’s threat fell into deaf ear, when the men began to bid without remorse.
“20, 000!”
“50, 000!”
“A hundred, Mr. Montreal!”
The bid raised. The men were grinning, while Italia hug her knees and tried her hardest to hide her skin, although it was futile.
“2 million—” An old man grin.
Italia shuddered.
“Going once, going twice.” Fredo roamed his eyes in hope that somebody would challenge the bid. When nobody dared to, he chuckled. “Sold to Mr—”
“10 million, Mr. Montreal.” A baritone and deep voice cut him off.
Everybody gasp, and the spotlight moved towards a mask gentlemen that was sitting comfortably on the back.
Italia’s eyes move to studied him.
He looks young, and wealthy. Tall and masculine, while being dressed on a fancy suit that matched his mask. Behind him, a personal bodyguard showed two briefcase that contain USD bills.
“I only have 5 million, but I can wire the other half after I secure that she is mine.”
“Already, Mr. Black!” Fredo seems thrilled. Greed flashed on his eyes.
Mr. Black? Italia thought. She isn’t familiar with that name. It does not peak any memory towards a powerful person whose surname is Black. But she doesn’t care.
The man bought her. Her shoulders sagged. She felt scared, but that man is much better than that old man, who seems up to no good thing.
That made her shivered.
But her train of thoughts has been cut off, when the cage was pushed open behind the stage. A large burgundy curtain was drape to hide her.
Fredo walked closer and peered, “Seems like you value is more than what I anticipated.”
Italia only gave him a glare.
“f**k you.” She cursed.
Fredo’s eye twitched.
“You might wanted to filter that beautiful mouth of yours, Italia.” He warned her. “If only you are still with me—”
“Too bad, I am no longer your possession, so I can f*****g say whatever the f**k I want, bastard!” She spat with venom.
“You b***h!” Fredo hollered.
The anger must have gotten good on him.
Italia eye the man wit triumph. A smug look was plastered on her face, but it disappeared when Fred turned his back, but when he marched to her direction, he was holding a key.
“You wanted to talk back now?” He sneered, while unlocking her cage. “I’ll f*****g teach how what happened, if you get bitchy with me, Italia!”
“Then show me.” The feistiness on her eyes never disappeared.
Fredo had hurt her so much. What it is that she is afraid of, anyway?
When the caged unlock, the old man did not spare any second and grab her hair. He pulled her ruthlessly and throw her on the ground.
Italia yelped.
“You were so brave, huh?” Fredo mocked her. Anger was blazing on his eyes.
The first thing that Italia received was slapped. It did not hurt first until he raised his legs and began kicking her stomach.
“You b***h!” He was so mad that he was taking his time punishing her. His kick was hard, oblivious when the door was pushed open. “I am going to f*****g kill you!”
Italia cough out blood, but the punishment only make her numb.
“Take your time then.” Although physically hurt, she still manage to laugh and angered Fredo, whose face was already red.
“You—!” The man hollered.
Only that he was stopped by a familiar voice.
“I didn’t know that you are still going to lay your hands on my possession, Mr. Montreal.” It is Mr. Black, and he doesn’t looks too happy.
Fredo paled. He quickly turned around.
“Mr. Black, I didn’t expect you quote s—sooner.” He offered an uneasy smile.
But the man did not return it. An intense ambiance and a cold silence fell in between. Fredo gulps, but tried his hardest to maintain his composure, while Italia lay there, unmoved after his fret.
“Tch.” She clicked her tongue and sit up. She wipes the blood on the side of her lips. “It is because he was stupid.”
“Shut up!” Fredo bites back.
She grins, “Always yapping just because he have the upper hand.”
“Then, would you like to have it, Ms. Mercedes?” Black eyed her with his masked on. “Because I can fulfil your request already.”
With that said, both of their eyes became fixated towards the g*n that Black throw beside her.
Fredo’s orbs widened. The anger disappeared. It was replaced by fear.
“Mr. B—black—”
“Silence.” But he was ordered, and so Mr. Montreal was forced do keep his mouth shut.
Italia’s hand slowly pick up the g*n. Fredo began to sweat, cold sweat fell across on his forehead
She studied it first, her eyes turned icy. She is no stranger how g*n works. Her father used to possess one, when he was alive. It is protection, he say. She couldn’t understand it first, when they have security, but when he die, Italia soon understood why.
“Is it loaded?” She asked.
“You can check it for yourself.”
When she did so, the g*n was loaded with two rounds.
Without any hesitation, Italia aimed it to Fredo.
“Now what does it feel having the upper hand now?” Black asked her.
“Great, I can shoot him, but I am not a murderer.” Italia lower her g*n. Relief was seen on Fredo’s face. “I won’t be like them.”
“Too bad.” Black shook his head, but his lips curled up in a small smile. “I don’t forgive people so easily, especially him.”
It happened fast. Out of nowhere, Black pulled out a g*n from his waist and shot Fredo on his legs.
“O—oh god!” A wail of pain erupted.
GASP.
Italia’s orb was big and round upon seeing the trail of bloods that was pooling on the floor.
She was not expecting it, not even a bit.
“Y—you bastard!” Fredo fell on the floor with a cry. He was holding his legs, she tears streaming down on his cheeks.
But his whimpers fell into deaf ear.
Blacked walked to where she is.
“Don’t worry about him, he’ll recover...maybe, if your husband wouldn’t be so rough to him.” The man chuckled.
Husband? She frowns.
“Whose husband are you talking about—” But she stop midway upon realization.
She could already picture a name inside her head.
Her chest beat erratically. It was pounding against her ribcage in a wild manner.
“W—who are you referring to?” She have her suspicions already, but Italia still wanted to confirm it with her ears.
Black smirk. “Does a Salvador rings a bell with you, Italia?”
It does, not only when he utters his whole name.
“—Gustavio Enriquez Salvador.”
- Writer
