It was a big surprise that Luciano was yet to visit me impromptu, I wondered what was going on in his head. Maybe he was cooking my punishment or he was just too busy to pay attention to me yet.The day Don Dada talked about arrived so soon. And ever since the day broke, I have had no peace. I was quite anxious and skeptical about the date thing because of Luciano. I could not let him find us out yet. As early as 6 AM that morning, I received a knock on the door. "Who's there?" I raised my voice, asking from the kitchen. "Delivery!" The person shouted back and as I walked to the door, I contemplated opening it because I had not ordered anything. Maybe this was just a way to trick me out and have me abducted again?Oh, too bad...I would not take any chances. I peeped through the small hole on the door and saw that it was a delivery man truly. "Package delivery from who please?" I asked again and I watched the guy go through the document he had with him and then the box. "It's j
I had no idea where I was being driven to but I trusted Don Dada's men, for some reason I felt safe around them. I was not supposed to trust him but I found myself doing it.We drove for a long time and then the car turned at some point. The moment we took that turn, I could no longer see buildings on both sides or even roaming cars or bikes, as if we were driving down an isolated place.The driver drove for about fifteen minutes in and then I finally saw a huge gate from afar, with some men stationed there. 'D.D.'s Estate'. It was inscribed on the gate. This was a different place from where I went the last time.The Don's residence I went to the last time was just a mansion but this time, it was an estate. Maybe this was his main residence and that one was just a cover? How secretive. The men at the gate seemed to recognize the car I was in as Don Dada's and the one behind us too, where the other guards were. The gate was opened immediately for us to drive in.The driveway was qui
As we drove off in a convoy, I started to feel quite insecure even though there were many cars escorting us. The memories of what happened during the drive with Don Dada came replaying in my head and I gently fisted my finger. I was supposed to be angry.He seemed to pay so much attention to me despite the fact that he had a tablet in his face, where he was probably working. "Is anything the issue, Gattino?" He asked and I took the chance to express myself. "I am yet to know why I almost got killed in the middle of the night." I said to him and then in a few seconds, he seemed to remember what I was talking about.He smiled as if it was nothing, waving it off and saying to me, "You can never get killed, Claire. Not under my watch." That sounded more like an assurance than a declaration. He sounded too sure about it. Why? "Why?" I did not hesitate to ask. I was not ruling out the possibility that he might be keeping me for the same reason as Luciano."Because no one would dare come
"Don't just go out of my sight whenever we are together. Ever again." That sounded more like a plea that a warning I nodded my head, staring at him innocently. We left the hallway and headed to the main hall. The lights were dimmed to make the hall dark-themed so there a focus light on the podium, where a man was addressing the guests. With Don Dada holding my hand, we found out way back to our seats. Some other people who were not initially there were seated at the table."Dada Ardito." One of the old looking men at the table called and Don Dada bowed to him. Idrio? That was his name too?It looked like he respected the man a lot so I nodded my head at the man too, in greeting."I didn't know you would make it here, M.O." Don said to him, addressing him by his initials i suppose. Who was he by the way? When we sat down, the lady who had confronted me in the restroom earlier, came around and sat at the table too, right beside the old man."Father, I am back." She said to him and
It was barely dawn when my instincts told me something was not right somewhere. I felt like I was not the only one in the house and I got off my bed immediately and walked quietly to the living room, to see Luciano sitting there.My grip tightened around myself. "I didn't...know you were here." I stuttered. "I don't need your welcome. You must have been so happy with being free from me for a few days but guess what? You can never be free from me, not in this life." He asserted.'Jokes on you.' I thought in my heart. I would get my freedom once, for all and for good. "What do you want?" I asked him. It did not look like he was angry or in a too good mood to want to use me sexually so I wondered why he was there."I want to make your life hell of course, but not today." He paused for a while and I stared back at him. "8PM today, come to the usual club, you are stripping tonight."My ears perked up when I heard that. What the heck? I could handle the secret embarrassment with him usi
Elyse was trying very hard to engage me, get me to laugh and all but my mind was totally fixed somewhere else. I did not have time for all these. Why did Don Dada suddenly step out with his SIC after I told him what Luciano did to me. "Big sis, are you here?" Elyse called my attention and I got jolted out of my thoughts. "I am sorry, it's just...I am caught up with a lot of things." "I understand. You must be worried about my brother. Idrio does not get involved in fist fights, he's not that petty. He would probably just pull a string and have Luciano's business stocks fall a bit." She said and I scrunched my brows."How did you...know about that?""I overheard you two speaking. I was going to come call you down because I was getting impatient and I met you guys speaking. What kind of accident could you have gotten into to hurt your head like this? I did not believe your lie." She explained then I apologized to her for lying."It's fine. I have once been abused so I know how this
"I need to get this done as soon as possible. He is getting out of hand already." I said to Don Dada. He had told me to sit down on one of the chairs opposite him in the study so we could discuss the real business."I prefer getting things done meticulously, Claire. And that is what I am doing." He countered my statement, implying that he did not want to rush things. Fine, I understood that he was a Mafia and they tend to see to the end of someone once they are on their case. But I did not care! I just wanted Luciano to die. His businesses and organizations had nothing to do with me, and now Don Dada was insisting we do it his own way."I know already, Idrio. I already know about the Black Box you were going to tell me that night before I got a panic attack." I dropped the bomb. Of course he was quite shocked. "How...did you know about it?" He asked."I just...found out some way." I replied, not wanting to mention Zachary.Don Dada did not seem satisfied with my response but he did
"There are some issues with your heart, and...the doctor says you will be needing a transplant." My heart sank the moment I heard that. How is that even possible? I went on to argue about it, I was not going to believe that."It's impossible. They are lying Don Dada, I am very fine and healthy. I might have not paid so much attention to my health over the years but I swear, I am very much healthy." I argued, not even realizing that I was already crying. It was a hard reality for me to accept. How could I have a bad heart? How did that even happen? He pulled me to himself and wrapped his big arms around me. "I promise to get you a new heart, Mio. You will be fine." He said but that did not make me feel any better.It was just a panic disorder they said I had, how did it progress into a heart issue? Oh Jesus! After bawling for a good while, I stopped crying. His shirt was soaked with my tears before my face on his chest the whole time. He did not let me go.I was sitting at the edge