003: Don’t get your hopes high.

CASSANDRA

NEXT MORNING.

My eyes peeled open, they landed on the champagne gold chandelier and the star designs on the ceiling, “What a beautiful….” A loud sound made me sprang up on the bed.

“Oh my! What was that?” I asked and walked to the window, I slightly pull up the curtains, I gasped at the view I saw. Gun! Real life Guns!

A lady was shooting at a silhouette at a far distance.

She parked her hair in a messy bun, “She’s pretty, I can’t believe I’m watching this in reality,” I mumbled as I watched her with great interest then all of a sudden, she left.

“Huh?” Where is she? I…”

“Hello?” She suddenly appear at my window, I flinched pulling the curtains down and ran out of room.

“That…scared life out of me,” I mumbled then started walking to the elevator, I don’t know why that mafia man has to bring me to the last floor of this building??

The door to the elevator opened, directing me to the kitchen since the man has shown me everywhere last night, I was about entering the kitchen when I heard voices.

“Did you hear? Nicola brought a girl in,” one of them said and I could hear about four of them gasp.

“Who told you that lie?” Another one queried.

“Lie? I saw it myself, she came in last night. Iva is in charge of her room at the last floor,” The lady explained.

“Nicola is only going to get rid of her just like how he did to Rosa,”

“Isn’t He supposed to be grieving Rosa’s death? He—“

“WHAT’S THIS MEETING ALL ABOUT?” That was when I heard a voice behind me, I lost my words with his appearance. Nicola DeSanto.

He walked into the kitchen, I was still standing out, scared. The ladies gossiping shut up their mouth and all went on their knees.

“We are sorry, Don!” The all chorused while he scoffed and looked back at me.

“Come in little cat, I should introduce you to the ladies,” He instructed and immediately I came out of my hiding and stayed behind him.

“Which of you should I behead first for carrying those rumors?” He snarled and the ladies tremble in fear, I could see bead of sweat rolling outta their forehead.

“We,,,are sorry,”

Nicola sneered, “Sorry? You gossip about my business in my fucking house! Do you think you deserve mercy? No!” He roared

“Belinda isn’t doing her job keeping your mouth shut? Should I get her fired instead? I hired you all to cook, clean and not meddle into my business!” Nicola yelled angrily.

He pull me out from his back, “Decide little cat, do you want them alive? Tell me, they were gossiping about you,” He asked and that was the first time I shared an eye contact with him.

His grayish eyes sparked, he looked like a knight in shining amour, his deep brows went in a arc shape that it was matching his sharp jaw line with a little beards. Handsome would be an understatement.

“Little cat? Don’t keep me waiting,” He muttered jerking me back to reality.

What in Pete’s sake was I thinking! This ain’t the time!

“Please let them go.”

Nicola frown, “You’re too soft, little cat. Bruno isn’t a soft man.. where did you get that from? Tsk,” He sucks his teeth and rolled his eyes.

He faced the ladies, “Get out of my sight!” He yelled and they all crawl out of the kitchen.

Now, it was just me and him, “Hmm, should I make you something…” I asked breaking the silence and trying to avoid his gaze, I walked to the cooker.

He let out a sniff, “Make me something? Are you joking right now?” He asked and that made me wonder why?

“Er.. I was just worried,” I mumbled under my breathe biting my lower lips.

“Why would you think like a cat that you are? Did you forget what brings you here?? You’re practically a Slave. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“No te hagas ilusiones, gatita, (don’t get your hopes high, little cat,)Nicola scolded and those words sunk deeply into my head.

I learned Spanish from my daddy, I understood what he just said which hurts more than anything.

“I,,I’m sorry,”

“Don’t let me see you roaming like a lost cat in the building. I won’t appreciate it if something like this happen again, little cat,” With that He walked out.

I turned back to the fridge, my eyes doing it’s best compiling tears that almost fell.

“He’s right after-all, I’m a slave.” I mumbled to myself and brought out a sliced bread, I found Jam as well.

I took them and started devouring into my mouth. “Yummy!”

NICOLA’s POV

Dre walked into the study, I was going through a document when he walked in, “We found Trevor but he’s out of the country,” He announced.

I dropped the document, “Why are you informing me about that?! Get him for me! Whether he’s out of the country or not, I want him here, alive!”

“Sorry Don,” Dre apologize while I rolled my eyes

“Get out,” Dre got out and I stood up to the window.

My phone beeped, I went back to it and a message in Spanish appeared.

"Este soy yo, Trevor. No sigas buscándome."

(This is me, Trevor. Stop looking for me.)

I scoffed and dialed the number, he finally picked after the third call.

"¿Dónde estás, Trevor? Di la verdad ahora!! (Where are you, Trevor? Come clean!) Your games are coming to an end! Where the fuck are you!” I shrieked almost loosing my patience.

"No me busques, Nicola. No me hagas matar a la hija de Bruno, ¿no es importante en este tu juengo?” He added and I balled my fist.

That bastard!