6 ~ Wrong Decision

Brinda

Feeling a series of hard rhythmic taps on my cheeks and Francesco's deep male voice that instructed, “Wake up,” I struggled before my eyes flipped open after some seconds. “I wonder how someone could be this useless. You've had enough sleep. Time to work, damsel.” 

My body jerked forward, my arms flew in the air and my hair came falling covering my face in the process. 

I tapped my forehead for some time then I raised my head only to meet Francesco with a smirking expression. 

All what he did yesterday came running in my head. I just wanted to stand and point a gun at his head but who am I? 

A suppressed lady with no choice. 

The only way I can free myself from him is to achieve his goals then also help him to bury the secrets he intends to. Hold on! What are his secrets? 

That's exactly where I'm supposed to start thinking from. Francesco wants me to work for him but I don't know the type of errands I will be running for him. 

“Are you deaf or are you trying to let me yell on purpose?” He thundered angrily and I was forced to bow my head. “Get up!” He shouted. 

I stood from where I sat, realizing it was a mattress and I was dressed in a pink night dress which had my inner thighs nearly visible. 

“Who changed my clothes?” I asked, concerned about my safety. 

“Who do you think can do that except me?” He said without thinking. 

He couldn't have done anything, right? 

If he did, I would have known. Though there won't be blood stains since I gave my virginity to Peter. Perfect punishment for Francesco, I would just wait for the time he finds out. 

Houses and people spread like grains of rice on the ground as I gazed down from the window of… A jet? Yes, it is. A private one. 

“Where are we going?” I asked, returning my head to face Francesco. 

“Be a patient dog and obey your master,” he replied coldly. “And be cautious of who you're talking to. I'm not the Francesco you once knew. That part of me is dead.”

I laughed as I held onto my stomach. “That's why you killed my mother and Peter, right?”

He tucked his hands into his pocket and sighed deeply before his face darkened. Fear gripped my soul and I stepped backward with my hands clutching to the hem of my dress. 

“They deserve to die. Everyone around you deserves to die except me because I have to watch you suffer while I inflict pain on you.” 

“For how long will you do that?” I asked, then he slowly made his way to my side. 

My movement was stopped when my back hit the door behind me. I inhaled deeply. 

“I have rules,” he said, holding my right hand tightly. “And you must obey them if you don't wanna lose your right as my property because that is what you're now.”

I shook my head, not understanding what he meant. 

He smiled again, his voice cold and calculating. "Here are the rules you need to follow. First, you must answer every question I ask. Never say 'I don't know.' Second, when I call, you must respond immediately—no hesitation. Third, you will not look at me unless I allow it. And finally, you will do the tasks I assigned to you, without hesitation or refusal. Disobedience will come with consequences."

“Is he some kind of Messiah? Grumpy human!” I thought. 

“Yes. Yes, I do.” I replied with my eyes fixed on him though I knew he stated those rules for himself and not me. 

He brought his face closer to mine. I shifted my gaze trying to avoid his eye contact, given how close we were. “And the most important thing is, you will be doing a lot of dirty jobs for me. But for now… Watch me!” 

He ordered me to have my bath and I obliged. A few minutes later, I came back, dressed in a long yellow gown he prepared for me. 

As I looked through the mirror earlier, I was frustrated. I don't wear long clothes. Even if I wore one, at least not this long. 

“You are looking beautiful. Come sit on my lap.” He commanded as he sipped his wine. I let his words fall behind my ears while I sat on the chair opposite him. “I won't appreciate your stubbornness.” He smirked. 

“Whatever!” I snapped. 

“I’m in a good mood today,” he said, rubbing his hands together. “So, I will let you off but next time you disobey me… I will make you pay in the best possible way.” He said coldly and silence followed. 

When we finally arrived at our destination, we climbed down from the jet to the gentle evening breeze that blew my hair slightly. I took in the environment, seeing as it has a familiar sight. 

“What are we doing here?” I whispered, curiosity bathing me. 

He raised his eyebrow before he flashed a naughty smile. “Relax, damsel. We are here for work.” He told me but I did not buy it. 

Then, a Range Rover accompanied by a variety of black cars arrived and we boarded it. A man, cladded in a black suit, sat in the backseat and Francesco joined him while I sat in the front seat. 

Finally, the middle-aged driver pulled up in front of a mansion which reeked of money but with the look of things and my expertise in the dark world, I understood that the money was not a holy one. 

There are some secrets behind the scenes. 

Two men rushed to my side and opened the door. I winced at them before I refused their help and exited the vehicle myself as gently as I could making sure I didn't trip because of the compulsory heels I'm wearing all thanks to Francesco. 

I waited for about ten minutes before Francesco alighted from the car. “Let's go,” he commanded his men as he moved into the building like an agile predator. 

The cars, including the one I and Francesco boarded all zoomed away. I looked left and right. Realizing I was all alone in the middle of nowhere, my heart skipped a bit. 

What am I waiting for? 

I ran after them with my mind full of the consequences that may follow my wrong decision.