He Returns
1068 Words
Martino Ashford is known by few, but not many knows about him except his name and he was never seen with other people. He was so handsome and calm that Frida was struck by his looks for a few seconds before he disappeared behind a door.
But aside from his mysterious lifestyle, another thing others don't know about him is his past relationship with Alberto.
They did business together and almost became more than business partners but Alberto wasn't willing.
They appeared through the door again and Frida realised she had wasted the few minutes she had looking at the madness around her.
At the sight of Roberto's grin, her fist balled up, ready to strike anyone that approached her. Instead of her expectations, Martino walked towards her with his hands in his pockets.
“You look terrified, I can help you out of here” He whispered with a smirk when he was close enough.
The difference in his accent convinced Frida a little bit, if it was someone else like them she wouldn't have hesitated to strike him or ignore him but his calm voice and maximum maturity beckon her to believe his words.
Aside from his calm voice, she noticed the impeccable way he was dressed and his seemingly calm aura despite the rowdy room, it was as if the noise didn't bother him a bit.
“You are Martino's from now on” Roberto appeared beside him and informed her passively.
“Goodluck with this one, she is feisty and unpredictable. You might end up with a broken nose like me” Roberto said, patting Martino on the shoulder while throwing her a wink.
Martino did not waste time to lead her out of the club.
Once they were at the front waiting for his car to be brought out, he covered her with his jacket.
Not expecting the gesture, Frida jumped a little as she thought he wanted to harm her.
“Relax, I'm not like them” Martino said with some hint of disappointment and hesitation in his voice
“If you aren't, then let me go.
He said, I'm now your property.
Did he tell you anything about me?” She asked as if slowly looked down at her barefoot.
“I don't need to know all that, I know a damsel in distress when I see” He replied and stepped forward to open the car's door as the car pulled up in front of them.
Frida remained rigid as she hesitated to go inside.
Despite his words and calm aura, Frida's gut was not trusting any of his attempts to be nice to her.
“We can't stand all night” His voice interrupted her thoughts and she wordlessly climbed into the car.
The preheated car immediately calmed her nerves and she momentarily relaxed into the leather seat.
“I'm not a damsel in distress, I will kill you without hesitation if the situation calls for it” Frida warned suddenly as she looked outside the car in deep thought.
Her life had taken more than a drastic turn in under forty-eight hours.
From sneaking into Alberto Ferdinando’s mansion to his brother's brutality and now she has been given to a foreigner.
Although her chances of success were low the moment she accepted that mission, this is more than enough chance of survival.
…
After almost an hour in the car, the vehicle pulled into the driveway of a small villa.
Frida looked around the vicinity, searching for a quick escape route.
“The estate has a high security, you can't run” Martino's voice interrupted her once again.
“You said you wanted to help me, why won't you let me go!” Frida's voice gave away how much frustration she was suppressing.
“You said you are not a damsel in distress.
Then let's get down to business, I brought you here for a reason” he replied, his eyes wandering briefly to her exposed skin under the torn dress.
Frida looked down at her dress before turning to glare at him.
“I thought you were different?”
“No, I'm not”.
He replied curtly and with that he carried her out of the car in a bridal style.
Frida merely let him carry her without a fight.
Seeing as there were no other people around the house, her chances of escape increased.
“There is a room down the hallway, clean up and wait for me there”. Martino said simply and pointed to the end of the hallway before he turned around to walk up the stairs.
Frida waited for his footsteps to disappear before she turned around back to the way they had come.
“Good evening Miss, do you need anything?” A voice stopped her suddenly, as if he had appeared out of thin air, a young man with blond hair and emotionless features stood close to the stairs.
“What the hell?” Frida muttered under her breath with a frown.
“I need to go outside,” she replied.
“I'm afraid you can't” He replied in an accent similar to that of Martino's.
Ignoring his words, Frida ran towards the door and made it outside before another guard stood in front of her.
Martino was wiser than she thought, he had kept his men hidden away from her eyes.
“Only if I have a f*****g gun” Frida's frustration was increasing as well as her fatigue.
“Please return inside, " he pointed behind her in a polite manner, saying that she had to suppress the urge to slap him across the face.
They were mocking and toying with her.
“No”. She replied and moved to the side.
The man was about to stop when a sudden shot rang out in the quiet night air sending them both to the ground.
Another one rang out, successfully keeping them to the ground.
Frida lifted her head up from the ground when it seemed the coast was clear.
Just a block away was someone walking towards them with a hand in his pocket and a gun held in the other.
Breeze blew gently at his trenchcoat, stopping in front of her.
“Alberto?!” Frida exclaimed in shock as he looked down at her with a cold expression.
“I'm f****d!”
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