04~ We Have A Guest, Tonight

He had made them torture her every day. Despite being treated like a criminal, Freya has refused to spit Olsen's hideout to any one. An additional two weeks has successfully passed by, what's keeping Olsen from showing up? And what's actually delaying Vincenzo from having her dead already?

Freya has prayed every blessed morning for death to take her unaware, but the more she kept praying, the more she saw herself breathing. 

Meanwhile, Vincenzo was about to leave when his secretary phoned him that there is a new organization in London but a discreet one. Vincenzo was interested in the information, he was busy with his tie but suddenly stopped to pay attention to his secretary.

"We've found the location, but I have sent some of our men over to London to get more information about the organization." Vincenzo was delighted at the report.

They've been lots of new organizations trying to take over theirs. Some had sent spies who disguised themselves as new members into various mafia groups in order to learn their styles and way of living. Vincenzo was smart enough to discover this at the initial stage.

Using the spy, he was able to track down the organizations, conquering them and taking over their groups. Now, Vincenzo Ferdinando has turned out to be the most popular mafia in the state.

"Great. Give me feedback when they get to London." He said,

"Yes, boss." Replied his secretary. He cuts the call.

His phone rang again, it was his father calling. He already knows why his father was calling, probably to ask him how the hunt was going. He had no explanation to give, it was a shame to have a target yet, still on the hunt for him.

His father hated to hear excuses, he loves his job to be done when ordered. He was only after the killer of his nephew because Dento was the only son and child of his younger brother. He took the job into Vincenzo's hands, believing he is the only one fit for the job. And per say, he is the next to the mafia line.

Vincenzo finally picked the call after the second ring. "Hello."

"Why the delay?" Asked his father.

"I was a bit busy. Wasn't actually expecting your call though." He said.

"Hmm. How is the hunt going? Any progress?" He asked as he was very much interested in his nephew's killer.

"Yes. We discovered Dento's killer to be Olsen Bred."

"Olsen Bred." He repeated. "So do we have this Olsen Bred in custody?" He asked.

"Not yet."

"What's delaying you from having him? Vincenzo, it's almost a month and two weeks now and that son of a bitch is still alive, some where in the continent! I trusted you to bring justice to my brother's son and all you've got to say is you don't have him yet?!" He blurted.

"I'm trying my best, father. Olsen is one step ahead of me. The only way to get him is to find where he stays."

"He doesn't have a home or what?" He yanked.

"He doesn't stay in his home. But we have his sister under custody."

"And for two bloody months, he still hasn't shown his face?"

"We haven't stopped tracking him."

"Why don't you get that bitch to talk and stop wasting the heck of time?"

Vincenzo was silent.

"What? She has refused to tell you where he stays?"

"We've done every thing to get her talking..."

"You haven't done exactly the way you ought to. Don't tell me you're growing soft already for that bitch."

"I'm not."

"Then do some thing already." One thing Vincenzo hates about picking his father's call is the inhuman way he always shouts at him over the phone. The way he talks to him like he was a kid.

And each time he was in the public, it's either he excuses himself to answer the call, or he doesn't answer at all.

"You know what, I think I should come over to the state and handle this myself. I'll see you tonight." He said and ended the call.

Vincenzo, who was preparing to meet a friend, declined the idea. Rather he goes to the cell Freya was kept in. The guard opened the door for him. On seeing him, Freya trembled. She summoned the courage to face him, but the darkness in his eyes was so tormenting.

"Haven't you had enough of me? You keep torturing me every day, what more do you want from me?" She questioned.

"You know what I want, Miss Bred, and I won't stop until I have it."

"At least get me the fuck out of here."

He raised an eyebrow at her, surprised at her boldness. No one talks back to him that way. No one even dares to look him in the eyes. But she... she had the guts to talk back to him? She even went further to command him to have her taken out of the room.

"You aren't going anywhere, you'll remain in here until I say so. Well, I didn't come to exchange unreasonable words with you. I'm actually here to inform you that tonight won't be the same as other nights. We'll be having a guest, and trust me, you'll prefer I have you dead than he does."

What exactly is he trying to say? That tonight is actually her last day to live?

"Get her some thing to eat so she won't have to regret dying with an empty stomach." He said as he walked out of the cell.

Freya wondered within herself if truly he was a human. He wasn't acting like he's got a heart. The way he talks, the way he looks at her, the way he does things made her wonder if he was human or probably a robot without a heart.

He never cared about any thing. He didn't bother if she ever ate or not. But who exactly is the guest he talked about? And why did he make him seem like he was some kinda god?