Kapitel 50: Life threat again

★★★★

In a dark dungeon, cries and fetters were colliding with each other as if someone had dragged them. Their painful throats were asking for mercy for their lives. They did not want to die, but no one was listening to them. They were all deaf, trained puppets and devil worshippers.

"How many women are there?" A tall, gentle-looking man asked a rough-looking man.

"Four. That's all we've got. But there could be more if the money ran high, little Carson. Io amo I soldi," an Italian with one ear, and had guns around his waist, approached the guy named Carson, who was an ordinary Westwood student, as everyone knew.

"Are they the ones I ordered?" Carson asked, narrowing his eyes. He won't tolerate a single obstacle and his father won't let him go if he makes a mistake.

"Yes, they are all born in eclipse. Little Carson, what kind of fantasy land are you thinking of making? You're just like your dad," smiled the Italian after taunting Carson. He knew Carson's industry when they had started their business, then slowly Carson stormed the market. All things aside, they became famous for their black market.

"Call me Carson only. Now you can leave. Father will call you if he needs anything," Carson informed the Italian, whose joke wasn't funny to Carson. He hated being called little. Although his father told him to use their last name while dealing with dealers because he was still a student.

"A dopo bel Ragazzo," the Italian winked as he said before lighting a cigarette. For a moment, Carson felt he didn't take him seriously.

'Because he was used to negotiating with his father, so for him, he was a child.'

It left irritation in Carson. Putting one hand in the pocket while puffing on the cigarette, the Italian left the dungeon with his men. Carson waited until they left before dialing his father's number.

"We've got only four, dad," Little Carson informed the elder Carson, the mastermind of a vicious plan.

"We need more. Don't worry, the next week I'm coming, I will do something before that," elder Carson told his son and hung up.

"Sir, sir," Carson heard guards behind him. He turned with a frown, as he had no mood to deal with anything. That mafia pissed him off.

"What?" Carson questioned, flaring his nostrils.

"One of them is hitting her head on the wall to kill herself," one guard informed and bowed.

"Put everyone to sleep. Learn to handle small matters. Don't ra*e or kill anyone. They are more important than your life," Carson instructed and walked away from them.

★★★★

On the afternoon of the same day, two people left the beautiful cottage. Neither of them talked or gave them a gaze. Suddenly, two close people became unknown, ignoring each other's presence. Two minds were unable to figure out what they would do. No one can beat Satan in slyness, but at the present moment, he was also in an arduous situation.

Bella had cried a lot. Her eyes were red and swollen. They were not a couple, or Alexander had never cheated on her. Still, she felt like being cheated by him and it was really hurtful.

On the contrary, her friends did not know that she had feelings for Alexander. Neither did she have the guts to express it to them. Obviously, it was a one-sided feeling and had no meaning. Alexander was passive. At least he was clear about that and didn't play with her emotion.

"Where's your house?" Alexander asked, keeping his eyes straight.

"Leave me at the stand, I'll take a cab home," Bella answered while her eyes were outside. A cold wind loomed over her face gently, taking her sourness away. She was feeling good suddenly. It lured her head outward as she wanted more of this breeze.

Because the uncomfortableness went away. She was flying high. Her eyes followed the trees as they were passing by when in a distance her eyes caught a white thing. Too small to understand. She decided to wait and followed closely so that she couldn't miss the thing when they would pass by.

Her hazels were sharp and straight, hawking like Eagle. The thing was moving as well; it was going inside more into the woods, making Bella impatient. She wanted the car to move fast before it could hide completely. Her adrenaline rushed to get a glimpse. But as she went close to it her facial expression changed abruptly. Her breath hitched and her fingers trembled after seeing the thing. It was the same rotten figure with shackles she had seen in her dream.

She took her face more outward with wide eyes, suggesting to herself these weren't real. No, this cannot be real.

Fuck.

Unexpectedly, a loud honk jerked her sense and a hand pulled her inside before shouting, "Are you fucking crazy? Do you want your face smashed?" Alexander furiously yelled, stopping the car side of the road.

Just a car crossed near her face. If he didn't pull her inside, her head wouldn't have remained intact.

Bella was frightened. Looking into his eyes, she couldn't help but flinch back. She agreed that she didn't notice the car was coming as she was imagining things and got appalled.

"Why are you quiet?" Alexander asked, grounding his teeth. His head exploded when he noticed her head was outside and a car was about to hit her. Is she insane? What if he didn't notice her?

"I.. didn't realize that..," Isabella mumbled, clutching her fist. Till now she hadn't seen him mad. He was scaring her.

"You are not a five-year-old kid who needs constant reminders." Alexander went crazy. His blood was boiling thinking about the situation. It was so close. How could this damn woman be careless?

"I said it was unintentional. Something had distracted me. Stop yelling," Bella said with bitterness. In fact, his yelling wasn't the matter, but his anger and detested tone were hurting her.

"Alright, we are almost in the town and I will drop you at the first stand. Hail a cab and go home," Alexander said and started the car. Bella was looking at the man while her tears welled up.

Taking her gaze away from him, she looked straight and waited for the stop. It was enough for her to tolerate. Everything had started because of him. He was the person who forced her to think of him. Now he was acting as if she was worn-out clothes.

After ten minutes, they reached the town. Alexander's car halted, and he turned his face to Bella. "Listen. I am sorry. I was a bit.." before he finished whatever he started, Isabella got out of the car and shut the door.