Vincenzo's girlfriend had come to pay him a visit. He was grateful to see her. Her presence spoke so much for him, he would be able to get a clear mind for a couple of hours before his father shows up.
He was thinking over Olsen, questioning himself why he was holding back at acting. For so many reasons he wished he knew, he had made threatening words yet didn't keep to any of it.
And for so many reasons he wished he knew, he had given Olsen enough chances to live. What if Freya was right, what if Olsen never shows up? Would he live to let another man kill his sister?
Though Vincenzo wasn't a man with good hearts, he felt it was wrong. And that calls for another suspicious question. Why all of a sudden would he feel it was wrong?
But now his girlfriend, Kelly is here, every thing seemed to have gone. Her smooth touches were like miracles to his heart, melting the mountains of anger and hatred. He felt like he needed to be himself for a moment, to feel that part of him that obviously spoke of what and who he is.
A fuckanarty.
It's as if she always reads his mind, showing up at a critical time, and blessing his day with her gorgeous body. She takes him up to his room. There she takes off her clothes, standing stacked naked before him. The sight of her naked body turned him on, he couldn't think of any thing outside her body.
He was salivating to have her, to kiss every part of her like never before. Some times he blesses the heavens for giving him such a sweetheart like Kelly. They had continued with their businesses, and for hours Kelly kept screaming moans of pleasure.
It was another night of fear. Freya sat on her bed, facing the thin window. She was thinking of her past life and how things have been going perfectly fine for her until the night Dento died. How is she to know that there was a lot ahead for her to face?
She had received bruises in the process. Her back had scars on them, wounds that needed to be treated but yet weren't. She has endured the pains and still enduring them.
The door opened and the same group of men who always dragged her out came to take her. She refused to struggle or scream, she felt she was tired of screaming for help which was never rendered. She lets them take her to the sitting room.
Vincenzo, always appearing in the most seductive way, sat on the two seater couch with his girlfriend who was leaning her head on his shoulder, a hand resting on his chest.
Freya stood terrified, her legs invisibly trembling as she made eye contact with Vincenzo's father, Mr Polio Ferdinando. "Is this the Bred you talked about?" He asked Vincenzo who swiftly nodded his head at him. "She doesn't look bad though. No wonder why Dento couldn't take his eyes off her," he stands up, walking close to her.
Freya took a step backwards. She doesn't like it when they make her beauty the first topic, things don't go so well after the compliment.
"I'm pretty sure my son has made some introduction beforehand, concerning what your brother did to my nephew." He said. Freya remained silent. "I wanna let you know that your brother's life is only for a little while. He doesn't have to run so far, because no matter where he goes, I will find him."
She chuckled. "No one is finding him."
"He made you believe that?" He laughed. "Maybe, you just haven't heard so much about the Ferdinandos. We aren't the petty gangsters, we fight and we sacrifice for our loved ones. That's the rule."
"So, why are you telling me this?"
"Because I want you to know that tonight is the last you'll ever get the chance to live in this mansion. I'm taking you with me back to Florida. You'll serve as my maid, and we'll probably get married if time permits."
"You'd rather kill me than marry me. I don't care whatever you do to me, I just want you all to know that sooner than later, I'm getting the fuck out of here."
Mr Polio looked at Vincenzo with a broad smile. "You never told me she is this funny to be with. I'm beginning to like her."
Freya believed trying to act tough was going to get him to understand that she wasn't scared of his threats even though she was. But what she got after surprised her. She felt a bit relaxed with him, at least he wasn't as heartless as Vincenzo. She thought.
Vincenzo remained silent while his father did the talking. Every thing about Freya seems to entice him, and he was mean and serious when he said he was going to take Freya home with him.
"We're getting married." He stated.
Freya looked at Vincenzo who had the same emotionless expression on his face. She realizes things weren't going exactly as they ought to be. No one talked about her leaving the state.
"I'm not going any where." She refused.
"You don't have to worry, hun, you'll be in a safe hands." Mr Polio assures her. He came to kiss her, placing a soft peck on her cheeks.
Freya's eyes never left Vincenzo. Tears slowly clouded her eyes, she was leaving to face another version of life. To marry some one who is old enough to be her father.
"Goodnight, sweetheart. Don't forget to dream about us." He said with a chuckle.
While they dragged her back to the cell, Freya didn't stop from looking at Vincenzo who maintained eye contact with her. Hot tears made their way out of her eyes, she was beginning to acknowledge death more than love.
She cried her eyes out, though she knew nothing could be done. It's Vincenzo's father, not Vincenzo, and it's two different things.
Mr Polio was finding the evening quite fascinating after meeting Freya for the first time. He wasn't aware she was this beautiful. He didn't acknowledge Vincenzo's presence, so he made his way to his room.
Vincenzo followed him. "This wasn't what we talked about, father. You are meant to kill her and not fancy her." He said as soon as he entered the room.
"Why didn't you do it all these while you were with her? What kept you from pulling the trigger or having the dagger on her neck?"
"You're definitely not helping matters right now."
"That's because I just changed my mind. Look, Enzo, there's no point talking me out of this, I have made up my mind. I am taking the girl with me and I will marry her."
He went to the cell to check on her, she was crying and likewise sleeping at the same time. Her body shivered as she sniffled, but her subconscious wasn't anywhere present in the room as nature had taken her unaware.He was watching her, and he could hear her silent whimpers. He couldn't tell why he had come to the cell in the first place, why he was suddenly having a change of mind towards his father's decision.The way she had looked at him with those teary eyes made a part of him grow soft instantly and he just can't give an explanation to it. He was supposed not to mind whatever his father does to her, he wasn't supposed to bother how life would be for her after now.But some how, he wanted her to stay back, and for so many reasons he just can't explain why. He walked out of the cell, then he whispered some words to the guard before leaving for his room. Freya woke up by the sound of the door closing, she looked towards it but didn't see any one.But with his scent he had left beh
Freya walked into his room to start her first duty only to meet it empty. Vincenzo had left just a few minutes ago after a brief call from his underground guards. She stood for what seemed like minutes, analyzing the room to find any thing faulty and have it arranged properly, but the room was looking well kept like no one was staying in it. It's obviously clear that Vincenzo is actually a neat man.She turns back to leave the room, meeting Kelly at the door. "Good morning.." she greeted."Please, hold your greeting to yourself." Kelly blurts out. "What the fuck are you doing in here?""I came to arrange the master's room but it seems like there's nothing to work on. Maybe, I'll just come back some other time." She wasn't in the mood to exchange words, and looking at Kelly's face, she looks like one who loved unnecessary cases."So you feel you can just walk in here however you like because you're some kinda personal maid or what?"Freya didn't reply to her. She felt like she was onl
Freya was dressing Vincenzo's room when she heard the loud sound of shattered glasses. She flinched at the sound, turning to look at what had actually caused the noise. She was shocked to see Kelly standing beside the table, and before her is the shattered flower vase."Oh, no! That's the master's favorite vase." She exclaimed."And so? Come clean it up."Freya didn't mind how less concerned Kelly felt about her actions, she bent to get the glasses cleared up. Kelly walked out of the room with a loud sigh. While she was clearing the broken glasses with her hands, it scratched her thumb.She hissed painfully, stopping the rolling blood with her mouth. She used the long broom to clear the remaining glasses on the floor. She was contemplating on what to tell Vincenzo when he found out that his flower vase was no more.When he finally returned home, that was around minutes past eight. Some one came to call Freya while she was in the kitchen with the chef. Freya's heart skipped a beat. She
Vincenzo had left the house early in the morning, returning a few minutes past seven. He was surprised to walk inside his room to see a different figure arranging his bedroom. He frowned."Where is Freya?" He asked the servant who was almost done with dressing his room.He turned and bowed his head before he answered. "The mistress has restricted her from working here, so she had me in her place.""What?!" He questioned. "Where is Kelly?""She left a while ago after a brief call. She hasn't returned yet." He replied. He glared around the room, then back at him. "I'll need my maid back after today. You return to your section. Understood?""Yes, sir.""You have five minutes to get this dressed up." He said and left for his office. While in his way, he picked his phone from his pocket, dialing on Kelly's number. It says she was on another call. She finally called back after a while. "Hey, babe.""I need you in my office. Now.""Hey, what's the problem? Did some thing happened?""Just ge
"Here is 50 bucks. I'll need you to buy some fruits for my girlfriend, she needs them as soon as possible." He stretches the money to her. "I don't wanna return and hear silly excuses when I get back." He warned.Freya took the money from him. "What kind of fruits, sir?" She asked."You should ask her that." He said, fixing his wallet in his back pocket. Freya decided to use this opportunity to follow the other maids who were leaving for the market. She went to the sitting room where Kelly sat, sipping on her pineapple juice as she glared at the television screen."Ma'am," Freya called but Kelly at first ignored her. "Ma'am!" She called a bit louder. "What is it, Freya? Can't you see I'm a little busy right now?""The Master said I should ask you what type of fruit you like."She rolled her eyes at her. "I need apples, pineapple, and bananas. You can buy some additional fruits, I'll need more of them too.""Okay." Freya followed the maids who had already made their way to the door.
Freya jerked up, glaring around the room. How the fuck did she end up here? She doesn't remember what happened the previous night, and her head hurts from too much drinking at the bar. She remembered she had a duty to do, so she stepped out of bed, not minding what she was putting on. She was so preoccupied to think about it, she was more concerned about reaching Vincenzo's room as soon as possible. She had forgotten to knock on the door, so she pushed it open, meeting Vincenzo standing before her."Freya?" He called her name in a surprised manner, but then he recalls the incident last night, a frown played on his face. "I'll be back in less than twenty minutes, you've got a lot of questions to answer when I get back."Freya stood confused, she couldn't get what he was saying and why he had said that. Why does she need to answer questions? Did something happen?"Yes, sir." She muttered the words.He walked past her but then stopped. "Take a shower too, you smell like alcohol." He lef
Kelly is still not happy at how things have been going for the last two days since Freya went missing. The fact that she was able to survive the torture with the men was some thing that left her surprised. She can't stop from recalling how she watched him carry her in his arms, as if that isn't enough, he covered her with his jacket. That was his best jacket ever and he had her put it on.She was thinking of a way to terminate her, requesting for fruits won't work out this time. Vincenzo won't let her leave the mansion, so it would be the wrong timing for her."Fuck!" She cursed. "I hate you, Freya! You don't deserve to be here!""What happened this time?" Vincenzo said the moment he walked in. He had overheard her yelling and he wanted to know what went wrong."Nothing." She eyed him, storming out of the room. She was halfway to the door when Vincenzo said, "A friend of mine invited me to his party, you're invited too.""I'll think about it." She bangs the door.Vincenzo didn't both
Freya couldn't sleep. She held her necklace in her hand, staring at Olsen's picture. It was a gift given to her by Olsen on her 21st birthday. He had bought two, one had his picture while the other had hers."You once told me I was the best thing that ever happened to you, but now I am beginning to wonder if those words were only pranks. You have decided to let me face this ugly fate you created, stuck in a world of hate and envy, what good am I to benefit here?"She reflected her experiences from day one till now, none could be accounted to be a good memory worth thinking about. "My life has been a rough one, all thanks to you." She was about to sleep when she heard the sound of a stopping car. She went towards the window to take a look, it was Vincenzo and Kelly. They had returned home, drunk and waisted. She ignored them, returning back to bed to get a good night's sleep.******Morning came faster than expected. The maids were all up, ready for the day's job. Freya went to arrang