Chapter 16: Murderer

ELENA'S POV

My eyes were wide with horror and my body felt numb.

Luca pulled back and crossed his arms at me.

“Get back in. Let's get home” he said, his tone still flat.

With a twitching eyelid, I turned to look at him, my lips parted slightly in an iron ‘o’

“You killed him …” I whispered, unable to believe the sight I had just witnessed.

He sighed and placed a hand on his forehead.

“I know what I did, Elena. Get in the car” He said, his tone hard and leaving no room for argument.

My eyes turned to the dead man on the ground, his eyes blank and lifeless with a hole at the center of his head.

Gagging and trying to fight the bike rushing up my throat, I quickly looked back at Luca but this time anger was in my expression.

“You're a murderer” I stated the obvious as I stared at him with disbelief.

He was silent and just looking at me until I clenched my fists and hit his chest, making his nostrils flare.

“You killed him! You murderer!” I shrieked, knowing fully well he could do the same to me too.

He suddenly grabbed my wrists in an iron hold, staring at me and in that moment, it was like all the traces of the man I had been seeing was gone. In its place was a demon.

“I never said I wasn't” he reminded me before releasing my hands.

“Don't make me repeat myself, Elena. Get in the fucking car” He said again, his eyes darkening.

Disgusted, I stepped over the man's dead body, gagging as I did so and I entered into the car.

Luca turned to a lean man with a skull face tattoo peeking out under his sleeve and nodded.

“Viper. Drive”

The man didn't argue, he simply got into the driver's seat while Luca pointed to two other men.

“Clean this up first” he ordered before he opened the car door and got in beside me.

Unconsciously, I shrank in my seat, the hair on my body standing on end.

He didn't spare me a glance as he just leaned back in his seat and sighed.

“Drive” he ordered the new man in front who nodded and started driving.

The guards quickly entered their cars and started driving behind us while the two men who were asked to clean up stayed behind to clear up traces of the body.

The body.

It kept ringing in my head. I was in the same car with a person who just killed someone.

I shrank further into my chair, my heart pounding.

After an agonizing 15 minutes, the mansion came into view and I was literally bouncing in my seat in eagerness to get away from the car.

As soon as the car pulled over, I flung the door open and raced into the house, using the key card with me.

I raced over to my room and jammed the door, flinging myself on the bed as I buried my face into the soft pillows.

I heard the door open again and I knew that he had entered the house. Would he come up to my room to apologize?

A twisted part of me hoped he would but I knew that it was best that I didn't see him in the state I was in.

Maybe I had wished for too much. I knew that I would have to eventually see the other side of him but it scared me. Was I going to survive this?

It had been just a few days of knowing him yet I still didn't understand which part of him was real. The sweet part that wanted to get to know me or the ruthless part I had just witnessed.

But of course, he didn't become the Don for nothing.

I heard footsteps around the house and the maid greeting him which he didn't reply to then his room door opened then silence.

Silence.

The house had gone silent and my racing heart had calmed down.

He didn't come up to my room and I wondered if he felt bad for what he did, if he felt bad for making me witness it but I knew he didn't. He didn't care. I wanted out but I knew that he would kill me as soon as I said that.

Sighing, I rolled over to my side, the image of the man who had begged him to spare his life engraved in my memory.

“Fuck” I whispered into my pillow, my chest constricting.

After what felt like hours, I got up wearily and took off my clothes, changing into a nightgown, taking a shower, and wiping off my makeup so that I could feel better. Which I still didn't after.

I stayed in my room throughout and refused to come down for dinner when the maid called and judging by the silence from his room, he didn't too.

Was he avoiding me? I didn't think so, I wasn't that important. Did he leave the house for something? Unlikely because the door to his room never opened.

I was up until 1 am when I finally heard the door to his room open.

Footsteps.

Then silence.

I didn't hear anymore again. It was like he just stopped and didn't move again.

Cursing, I covered myself with the blanket and buried my head under pillows wishing for morning to just come so that I could leave the room and grab something to eat because I was hungry as fuck.

The next morning came easily and I woke up groggy and confused for a brief moment, relishing the comfort until the memories of the previous day came rolling by… and there goes my happy morning.

I stared at my door which was still locked and sighed. He hadn't even bothered to check up on me.

Suddenly there was a sharp knock on the door and I almost screamed in fear.

“Elena?!” A familiar husky voice sounded and my heart dropped.

Speak of the devil and it did appear.