Chapter 3

    I don't know what to believe. I don't know what to do. What if the psychopath in front of me is right and I'm really in danger? Maybe those who are after me have already found my family?

-But my family? Will they be in danger?

-Are you serious right now? he asks me as if I had asked him "how's the weather outside.

-Yes, do you think I'm joking about this?

-I don't know, he says, taking his place again in the armchair next to the bed.

-Then let me leave. I can't let anything happen to my family because of me.

-Sweetheart, stay in bed and don't make me angry more than I already am, he tells me through gritted teeth.

-I don't understand why you don't understand me. I want my family to be safe.

-If I let you leave, you'll be killed at best. You're the one who doesn't understand me.

-I know, but at least that way, those people won't be after my family anymore.

-But you'll die or worse.

-And why do you care? Just let me go, please, I say with tears in my eyes.

-I won't do that, but if it makes you feel better, I've already sent some of my people to take care of your father, grandmother, and brother.

-Thank you!

-I have to leave now, someone will come to bring you something to eat shortly.

    After he leaves the room, a series of worries start to overwhelm me. What if this man is lying to me and nobody is actually after me? What if it's true and he didn't send anyone, and my parents are in danger? I really don't know what to believe. It seems like he's telling the truth, but at the same time, it seems like he's lying to me. I have to get all this out of my head and trust. After all, that's all I can do, at least until I escape.

    I try to get out of bed and notice that I'm slowly starting to recover. I scan the room and see a door, different from the one Lucas exited through, that's right, that's what he was called. Out of curiosity to find out what's behind the door, I decide to open it. It was a bathroom that seemed like it was taken out of millionaire movies. It was huge. At the entrance, there was a small hallway that led to a jacuzzi. To the left of the jacuzzi were some steps, and at the top of them, as if it were placed on a pedestal, there was a black bathtub with legs that seemed to be made of gold. To the right of the jacuzzi was a toilet, also black, and next to it, a black sink with a golden faucet. The whole bathroom was a combination of gold and black, which I didn't dislike at all.

   I leave the bathroom and enter the bedroom where I was before. Unlike the bathroom, this one was a combination of red and black. On each side of the black canopy bed, there was a nightstand with a black lamp on each. On the wall in front of the bed, a giant plasma TV was mounted.

   Everything seems excessively expensive, but also tastefully arranged. I love that everything is a combination of black and something else. I return to examining the bedroom and notice a black makeup table. I open the drawer of the table and discover many new makeup tools. At this point, my crazy conscience is dying of curiosity to find out if these are for me, even though something tells me yes, but for what? I mean, I don't understand why they would spend money on me.

   On the small hallway leading to the door he exited through, I see another door, which seems to lead to some kind of dressing room, half of it is his, because it's full of men's clothing and accessories, and the other half I think is mine. Is this bedroom his?

   After I leave the dressing room, I go to the red curtains and pull them aside, there is a whole wall made only of a door... I slide the door that leads to a large balcony. Even though it's night, I can still sense the huge garden in the middle of which there is a statue. It seems I found my favorite place in this house.

-Miss, I hear a voice coming from the bedroom. I enter the bedroom because I think they are calling me.

-Good evening! I brought you some food, says the middle-aged woman leaving a tray on the table.

-Thank you, I say trying to sound polite. Even though I'm locked in here, I shouldn't take revenge on innocent people, especially since those in this house don't think they'll harm me.

The woman smiles at me and greets me, about to leave through the door, but I stop her.

-Excuse me, can you tell me what time it is?

-It's 3 in the morning.

    How long have I been here, I wonder because I don't think he managed to bring me here in 5 hours. But this woman works until 3 in the morning, something doesn't seem right to me.

-Why did you stay so long past your shift?

-I don't work overtime, I work the night shift. Mr. Black has staff working day and night.

-Who is Mr. Black, I ask starting to panic. The owner of the house.

-Isn't your boss Mr. Lucas Tate?

-Excuse me, but I don't know anyone by that name. The owner of this house is Mr. Damon Black, my blood freezes in my veins when I realize who he's referring to. I've only heard this name once in my entire life. The woman leaves without saying anything else.

    This Damon Black is the most important businessman in the USA, he owns a transportation company, but the worst part is that he's one of the most dangerous people I've ever heard of.           How do I know? Because a large part of his business is conducted in Sicily. That's why my boss avoided doing business with him. How could I have been so blind?

-Are you okay, I startle and swallow hard when I hear his voice.

-Yes, I try to answer without stuttering.

-Do you know what I hate the most in this world, he asks me seriously.

-No, I say trying to stop the trembling in my voice.

-Lies, he says making eye contact with me.