TRYING TO ESCAPE

Irina's eyes filled with wrath. El Russo was such a scum. He had wasted no time before rubbing their forbidden marriage in her father's face.

"What am I going to do now?" Irina thought to herself. She needed to find a way to speak to her father, or Antonio.

She walked towards the room door. Pulling the handle, she realized it was locked. "Dammit!" She cussed.

"I need to let Father know what is going on. I need to let him know that this farce of a marriage was not my idea!"

She rushed to pick up her phone which was charging by the bedside, but to her surprise, there was no service.

"Damn you, El Russo!" She murmurred.

The sound of feet shuffled outside the door. Irina crouched on the floor, to peer through the small opening underneath the door.

She caught a pair of black shoes, with ankle-length trousers. There was a guard outside the door.

She turned towards the window. It was open, and the sun was hot, but there were a series of guards patrolling the premises there as well.