"Next time, remind me to put up an act to eat in my room," I told Davina. She laughed.
"Well, you won't be eating there after today. You'll be joining the master in his dining."
I deadpanned.
My eyes grazed hers when I found her holding my hand.
"Hey..c'mon, don't be afraid. There are two dining halls in this mansion. We're a family, and as a family, we eat together. The boss cannot eat with the sluts and soldiers. They're the lowest common humans in this mansion, but the boss eats with the higher ranks, like us."
I blinked.
"Like us?."
"Like you and I. Don't worry, with time, you'll get to know everyone and their ranks. And when you're sworn in, the sluts will not have to look down on you anymore."
Her words pierce into my mind.
This is getting funnier than I expected. My shocked eyes melted into amused ones.
Davina's phone buzzed.
She tucked her short hair behind her ear and looked into her phone.
"I have to go to work. You'll be good, right?." She asked. Her brown eyes looked at me worriedly.
"Um..yeah. I will."
She hugged me and began walking away. I looked forward and cussed under my breath. I would be alone, and it's time to make some moves.
…
On all corners, the place was massive, with cameras on every corner. Looking from upstairs, I saw two huge guards at the entrance. There was no way I could get through them.
I gave up and turned to find more doors out of the room. I looked at the guard who was probably on alert watching me, and in front of me lay an elevator.
I smirked.
I pressed the blue button and it opened, I walked in and pressed it and it closed up. Well, a camera was watching me, I raised my middle finger to it and shouted, "Fuck you."
The ding noise of the elevator made me look toward it as it slid open, I went out of it. The last time I was here, I saw a girl die. My eyes watered as I remembered the incident of yesterday.
I heard a muffled noise and I knew I was not the only one up here.
Fuck.
I turned to leave but heard a voice say in Italian.
"Guardami, Idiota." (Look at me, Idiot.)
I froze.
I turned back but saw no one. Who said that?. I knew I wasn't alone on the goddamn rooftop.
I tiptoed, going behind the roof to where I heard the voice coming from, careful not to make any noise. I hid behind the wall and looked, men were standing around, all in a black suits. My eyes rested on Zavi, smoking furiously on a chair, watching…
I almost gasped when I saw a man in the middle, he had to be in his thirties or so, and facial hair grazed his upper lip. His lip looked to be knocked out, his right eye was swollen shut. It looked like they broke his nose and blood was oozing out of his nostrils.
I cringed and looked back at Zavi. He had a sly smile covered at the part of his lip, those smiles he'd give me all those times he wanted to scare me. And yes, he was still handsome as fuck.
"Perché l'hai fatto," His calm voice asked. His Italian accent left his lips so smooth and then I realized he was an Italian. Zavi was Italian. (Why did you do it?.)
"I thought I was going to have more fun, Uccidilo."(Kill him.)
I gasped and quickly shut my mouth. It was too late because Zavi heard me gasp and looked at me. I shrank and stepped back.
"Wait," He ordered and all of his men stopped to look at him, confusion written all over their faces.
"Come here," He said. My heart skipped, oh my god, I should had gone to my room after breakfast.
I looked at Zavi, and his cold eyes shot daggers at me.
My head screamed.
RUN
I took off in a wild run with my long thin legs. The men were hot after me. I reached the elevator and right there, strong hands gripped me from behind and raised me up to his shoulder.
"Fàg mi, you blood-sucking dick." I shouted in Scottish Gaelic.(Leave me)
The huge guy dropped me in front of Zavi and wobbled back. I tried to look away.
"Are you learning, little galla?." He asked. (Bitch.)
He called me a bitch in Gaelic. Fucking man whore.
"Leave me alone," I told him. My eyes looked down at my feet in embarrassment. Everyone was watching me.
"Hand her the gun, Slayer." He ordered.
My eyes looked up at him with a blank expression.
"What!!!."
"Take the gun." He ordered me. I hesitated.
He picked up his 9mm pistol from the table and pointed it at me.
My hand shook as it took the gun from the man.
"Kill him."
A tear dropped from my eye.
"No, no, please," I choked out.
"Or you die," His hand was placed on the trigger ready to burst my brain out. My eyes went red with fear.
"KILL HIM." That was his last warning.
I pointed it at the man as my hand went to the trigger. My hand was shaking but it was pointed at the man.
"1..2…"
Bang.
I pulled the trigger.
My body went rigid on the floor. My eyes were bloodshot as I saw the hole I made in the man's head. The blood oozing out of there and his cold wide eyes looking at me.
"This is more like it. Get used to it." He muttered and my body shook and I looked at him,my gun was directed at his face.
He held an amused look.
"I'm fucking going to kill you." I spat.
He seemed unfazed at the threat.
"Go on." He said.
All guns were pointed at me.
I laughed, "You think I'm afraid of death?. I do not care now, I will be happier in hell if I drag you with me."
"Then pull the trigger." He said with a thin crooked smile by the side of his lip.
Oh fuck...I did.
There was silence and no bang was heard. The gun was fucking empty.
No bullet.
He stood up and walked close to me.
I stepped back, I knew I was done for now. He can't think twice before pulling the bullet. He stepped closer, giving me a look not to move an inch, my legs shook under me, my heart was beating faster than a deer running in the woods. He came nearer and brought his lips to my ear, his breath fanning against my skin as it gave me chills.
"There's only one bullet left in that gun and you've already used it. This is one thing different from you and I, we kill and we're not afraid of death. But it's all a calculation."
I didn't know I had held up my breath until he withdrew back.
He looked at one of his men.
"Lock her up and starve her for two days."
With that, he walked away, humming.
Zavi Covillie
The hell.
She tried to kill me, so if I hadn't ordered my men to put only a bullet in the gun earlier, she could have killed me.
That bitch!.
I was angry, angry that she disrespected me in front of my men, she was brave. No one looks me in the eye, but here the little whore was looking at me and challenging me, she even pointed a gun at my face.
If it was another girl, I could have let my men fuck her to death but she's mine. The thought of it alone is crazy.
That's the least punishment that I have given to anybody. I raked my hand through my hair as I sat down. I took a joint from the ashtray and lit it up.
I smoked and puffed it out as the smoke filled the room, relaxing me and lightening up my mood. At least she's fucking strong. Her stronghold on life is something to me.
I heard a few knocks at the door and looked at it.
"Come in," I gruffly said. The door opened and Davina walked in with her head down.
"The few injured girls have been prepped up for tonight's business." She reported. Earlier, there had been some commotion in the warehouse, the girls we abducted were stolen from the Russian Mafia and my men were able to kill them.
The traitor was one of my men, working for the Russians and Wallace was able to catch him on time. Wallace had some trouble retrieving the van of the girls but few were injured.
"Leave," I stated flatly. She bowed down and turned to leave but stopped midway. I looked up.
"Permit me to speak, Boss."
I nodded at her.
"On my way, I saw the men drag Nora back to her room, why?." She asked and I shot her a look.
"You said to speak and you asked me questions?."
Her eyes grew wide and she apologized immediately.
"She's trouble," I replied to her.
"She seems like a nice girl to me." She muttered.
I scoffed.
"I don't care what you think of her, Get out!."
She turned and ran out of the room.
Nice shitty girl my foot. That motherfucker hears Italian, I knew when she gasped and also from her reaction. I ignored it because of my men. The Italian mafia doesn't like intruders who speak Italian, definitely not from a girl from Edinburgh, because all our involvement was with Italian. We communicate with the language and if they find out, she'd be gone. Surely, there's more to this girl that I don't know of.
Two days later.
Vanora Campbell.
Monster.
That's what he is. I woke up very angry, this is the third day and I'm hungry as fuck. I think I've lost some weight also. My body shook from being famished for too long.
I'm going to kill Zavi.
He made my nights horrible with shitty nightmares. Every night, I would suck up on that bed seeing the man that I had killed look at me, with those cold lifeless eyes.
The door opened and a very worried Davina came in with a tray in her hands. She dropped it on the bed and said, "Oh dear. I asked you to be careful. Look how pale you've become,"
I shifted the plate forward and mumbled, "I look like shit!." She nodded in agreement and I devoured the food like the hungry beast I am.
"I'm gonna kill your motherfucker boss," I said.
She smiled, "Believe me, all of us said that."
I look up at her, so she will know I'm not fucking joking, "And I'm gonna fulfill it."
The door flew open and Wallace walked in.
He smirked, I've not seen him since the night he threatened me, is it like three days now?.
"I came back with someone finally giving me good news about you. It sure gives me joy seeing you so miserable. You are not special after all."
His cruel words pierce into my mind as I twirled the fuck I used to eat in my hand.
"I feel like slaughtering you like the animal that you are." I spat in anger.
He frowned and looked very pissed.
"Zavi wants to see you now."
"He should go to hell."
Even Davina gasped and held my hand.
A very pissed Wallace walked towards me and grabbed my top and looked into my eyes, "You still don't know who we are and who Zavi is."
"You're in the mafia, and your master is the mafia boss. Don't fucking remind me that." His eyes twinkled and his eyes met mine.
"Are you surprised?." I teased, his breath was hot on my face.
"Then you and Zavi have a lot to talk about." He dragged me out of the bed and I screamed.
"Let me eat." It was all in vain as Wallace led me to Zavi's room.
***
Zavi looked at me and dropped a bag in front of me.
"Get into the shower and prepare yourself in this dress," He stood up and walked out with Wallace.
I breathed out and opened the bag.
Spaghetti lip gloss red dress was seen in the bag, it would barely reach above my knee. What are his plans now?.
He starved me for two days and he's now buying me clothes?. What the hell…
**
I stepped out of the room, looking at Zavi and Wallace as they conversed lowly to themselves. I gave them a suspicious look and Wallace returned a glaring look before walking away.
His eyes were looking all over me and the minute they rested on my eyes, he cleared his throat and looked away.
"Put on your shoes and let's get the hell out of here!."
Where the fuck are we going?.
I looked down at the pair of black stilettos and put them on. The moment I slipped them on, he grabbed me and pushed me out through the hallway.
"Easy, Mr. Zavi," I muttered, biting my lower lip in anger.
"Shut up!." He growled.
He led me down the stairs and out into his garage.
My eyes grew wide when I saw so many expensive cars in his garage. He's rich as fuck.
A white Lamborghini pulled up in front of us, he pushed me in and entered, and the car sped off.
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