ABDUCTED
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CHAPTER 12: ABDUCTED
Sore. Italia could feel her body throbbing entirely. Her throat is dry. Her lips are chapped, and for how long had she been there she lost count of. Days felt like ages, and night was much colder than she thought it should have been. She didn’t know where she was nor where did those men had brought her with.
Tears stream on her eyes.
“P—please.”
She never felt so terrified, and this is the first time that Italia felt fear creeping on her arms.
THUD.
Footsteps echoed. A cold sweat run down on her spine. Italia felt her lips trembled. She was familiar of whom those belongs to. It is own by that man, whom she first seen, when she woke up on that unfamiliar place.
The door was soon pushed open.
“My my, it’s so dark in here, isn’t it?” His voice is cruel, his presence drove her to the corner.
Italia swallowed, when he began to advance.
“Don’t you feel alone here?” He chuckled.
When she responded with silence, the air shift. His mood seems to change.
“And you are not going to f*****g answer me?!” He went ballistic. “You dumb b***h—!”
Ad if on cue, Italia screamed.
“N—no, Sir!” She was shaking. “Don’t h—hurt me please!”
She cowered, and covered her face, but it still came.
SLAP.
It was so dark, but her face was throbbing. A hot white pain that made her taste her own blood from the cut on her lips. Her stomach churned. Her gust told her about the trouble she might be tangled on.
“Did I tell you to speak?” he seize his chin.
Italia was anxious.
“No, S—sir—”
SLAP.
But she didn’t have the chance to finish her sentence. Another slap came. She whimpered.
“Shut your f*****g mouth, and I’ll f*****g tell you to speak, when I wanted to!” He sounded insane.
In vain, all she was able to do was nodded, while crying.
“Good.” The man chuckled lightly as if he did not just hurt her. “Now, don’t cry, it wasn’t as if we aren’t taking care of you—”
“Sir!” One of the men calls.
“What?!”
“Your niece is here to see you.”
“Oh.” As if recalling something, the man let go of her chin. He clapped his hands in glee as if totally disregarding Italia’s presence there. “This feels ecstatic!” He added, the devil in him seems to draw back in the dark as he left Italia there to rot and cry for her, whimpering for Gustav’s name and anybody who could lend a hand to her.
“P—please, save me.”
“Oh my dear!” Fredo smile widely upon seeing Samantha sitting on his bar area. In front of her, an empty glass of champagne remain still unattended.
“Uncle.” But her expression is what caught Fredo Montreal’s attention.
“Oh, what’s with that look, my dear.” He cooed, laughing. “Aren’t you here to join me in a feast?”
“I am here for Italia Mercedes.” Her face was hard. Her lips are set in a firm thin line. “You didn’t know how f**k it was that you had been keeping that woman here!”
“What’s with the fuss?” Fredo raised his eyebrows. He flicked his hand on the air. “Two Martini’s here, Gerald.”
The bartender on the aisle nodded his head.
“No.” Samantha shook her head. “Listen to me first, uncle!”
“Don’t raise your tone with me, young lady.” Fredo squinted his eyes at her. “Don’t you at least feel grateful? I am here helping you removing that Mercedes out of your way, so that you could go and seduce that Salvador for our family’s fortune—”
“The f*****g Mercedes is under their protection!” Samantha was frustrated. “And you know how powerful they are—”
“If they are that powerful—” Fredo bring the glass filled with newly made Martini on his lips. “Then they should had been here not letting me t*****e their little pet.”
As if on cue, an explosion was overhead.
EXPLODE.
“Oh, did I just jinx that?”
“Uncle!”
“Oh God, stop being a bitch.” Fredo rolled his eyes before he picked up his radio. “Reports?”
“One of our men step on the landmine, Sir—”
“ Oh for pete’s sake!” He rubs his temples. “Is he alive?”
“—but he lost his legs—”
“ Is he alive?” Fredo repeated the same question rather in a much firmer voice.
The person on the next line seems to have gotten the sign.
“N—no, Sir.”
“Good.” Fredo grins.
There are a few gunshots, before Fredo Montreal cut off the line.
Samantha stared at him in disbelief.
“You are a monster.”
“I am.” Fredo looked at her proudly. “I am always a monster, my dear. Too bad, nobody in the family have inherited it.” He added with a chuckle.
“How could you—!”
“Oh, stop lecturing me.” Fredo warned her. “If you didn’t wanted to end up like that Mercedes on my attic.”
“I am just worrying about our family’s name being tainted again—!”
“If you are—” Fredo eyed her. “—seduce that Salvador and keep your mouth shut, or I’ll f*****g sealed it myself. Are we clear?”
Fear flashed on Samantha’s eyes.
“I am asking you.”
“Y—yes, Sir.”
“I still couldn’t believe that the Missus is no longer here.” Monsieur Marquez sighs.
The maid under his watch in unison also express their disappointment.
“I like her more than that woman Master brought.” The young maid shudder. “Got a sharp tongue, yet Missus is much more beautiful than her!”
“Quit it, before the Master heard you!”
“I am just telling the truth.” Amelia pursed her lips. “Don’t you think so too, Tristan?”
But the butler only remain silent. His lips are sealed shut as he continue doing his job.
“God, why nobody even agree with me?” Amelia groans.
But Tristan was actually thinking the same.
Italia is his job. He was her guardian inside the Manor. He was there, a shadow looming to watch her and guard her. He was always there, not leaving her side, but when they woke up the next morning, she was gone. And the Senior Salvador haven’t made any clear explanation why she suddenly disappear.
A knock on the door grab their attention.
It was another butler, Monsieur Alexander.
“The master is asking for your presence.” His eyes are focus to Tristan.
The latter only nodded.
When he trotted, the look of admiration and confusion eyed him. It was no denial that Tristan could be compared to the Salvador only that he was one of their worker. A half-spaniards with a blood of a Filipina mother, Tristan was borne, and was offered to serve the family that her mother had grown up serving.
“Monsieur Alexander told me that you are asking for my presence, Sir.” He lowered his head in respect upon his arrival.
“I am.” The room was dark.
It suit perfectly Gustavio Enriquez Salvador.
“May I know what it is for?” He continued.
“Tristan, do you ought to be loyal to me?”
“My loyalty is always with you, Sir.” Genuinely, he said.
“Then perhaps this job would be suitable for you.” Gustavio lean closer. His eyes are dark. His jaw clenched as if he was holding back something. “I wanted you...” He paused, contorted by those unreadable emotions he couldn’t read on his eyes “I wanted you to bring back my wife here.”
“Sir?” He was appalled by his request, but he seems serious.
“Bring back Italia Mercedes by hook or by crook....here.”
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