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“Are we just going to let her cry in there?” Micheal, the eldest son asked as they trailed through the hallway.
Vito paused, turning to look at him. “Don’t tell me you’ve grown so soft all of a sudden for her tears?” he frowned.
“ I haven’t. I was only wondering why you had to let her be without a taste of pain.” He said. ” You thought us not to walk out on our enemies without giving them what they deserve.”
“ Well, I didn’t let her go as you think. I was only giving her the respect of mourning her parents.” He replied. “And besides, she isn’t our enemy, she’s just the daughter to our debtor.”
“ So, what now?” He asked.
“ I’ll think about that. For now, you two should get some rest.”
They got to his room. Vito held the door knob, about to open the door when Micheal spoke. “Just in case father comes up with a plan, I wish to handle it myself.” He requested.
Vito looked at his son, smiling. “ I have always seen your determination, son. You are free to handle the girl as you wish, only do me the favour of not ki||ing her.”
“ I won’t.”
Micheal was the strongest of the gang group. He took after his father in keeping to the Mafia appointments and was readily available for any assignment when needed.
He was the only one who did things the way that pleases his father, and does his job completely and if possible requesting for more to do. His younger brother, Fred was also good at ki||ing, but no one does the job than Micheal.
“ I need to get some sleep. You two should get some rest too.” He opens the door, walking into his room.
Micheal smiled in excitement. He was going to torture the girl as much as he wants. He was gonna watch her bleed and beg for mercy. He was gonna make her succumb to his rules and most of it all. . . he will make her his slave, and he will be her master.
He retreats back to the torture room. Anastasia was still crying non-stop. She didn’t spare him a glance as he walked in, trailing closer to her. He held her chin, raising her face that she could look at him. She takes her gaze off immediately.
“ Look at me.” He said and she looked at him with her wet eyes. “This isnt the end of it all, Ms. Romanoff. I will make your life miserable that your parents will beg for mercy even in their grave, then you will learn that no one messes with the Escobars.” He thr_@tened.
Anastasia felt her heart beating faster than normal, her eyes licked in tears not for her parents loss, but for the fact that she was going to suffer for something she doesn’t know about. It was then she realized who and what this people were.
They are the Escobars, the very mafians her father did tell her about. The infamous gangsters in the state.
He smirked evilly. “ Get ready, I’ll be coming back tonight for you, sweetheart.” He drops her jaw, walking out of the room.
Anastasia crawled to the wall, cuddling her legs to her chest. She sobbed quietly, then loudly as she thought of how miserable her life would be in the hands of the Escobars, especially in the hands of the very one who had just spoken to her.
But why? Why would he be so desperate after her life? Why would he want her dead for nothing? What’s the meaning of all these? What will be her fate?
Anastasia wished night would never fall even though she knew it was impossible. She doesn’t want to imagine what will happen. She doesn’t want to think of how her night would be.
” Get ready, I’ll be coming back tonight for you, sweetheart.” the words keeps repeating in her head and it felt more like hours was becoming minutes.
Night finally came, and she is left to wonder what the young gentleman is up to doing to her. She could feel her body vibrating in fear as footsteps kept approaching closer.
“No. No. No, this shouldn’t be happening. I’m not supposed to end up like this.” She mumbled, squeezing herself tight to the wall.
The door opened, and he walked in, staring at her with a devilish glare. “Hello, Ms. Romanoff, we meet again.” He smirked. “Well, it’s time for business now.”
” No. No, please. Please don’t hurt me.” She begged. ” I will do anything for you just please, don’t hurt me.”
He squats before her, rubbing her cheek gently. ” I love the sound of that, Ms. Romanoff, but poor thing I’m only following orders.”
Two men walked into room and he ordered them to take off her clothes. Anastasia struggled to pull away, but all to no avail, they were way too stronger than her.
“What are you waiting for? Strip her.” He ordered.
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To Be Continued…