Alberto
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“Put the fold back on her” he ordered as he stood up and left the room.
Frida's smile disappeared as she struggled against his right hand man as he tried to put the blindfold on her.
“b***h you know there is no reason to keep putting up a fight. You are just lucky it wasn't Alberto you pulled a gun on. You wouldn't have taken another breathe” He said with a smirk as he looked at her with amusement.
“Wait!
That wasn't Alberto?” Frida asked in panic, her eyes widened in terror as she struggled against the rope that was used to bind her hand above her head.
“Are you dumb?
I guess you are” he added with a shake of his head before finally putting the strip of cloth back on her face.
Frida's mind went into a frenzy, is he really not Alberto?
She thought in confusion but the fear in her continued to increase as she spent several hours in the dark room alone.
She had snuck into the mansion last night, she had known the success of the mission lies heavily on her luck and not her skill.
Her skill was no match to Alberto.
He does not hesitate to pull the trigger on any threat and she was expecting him to shoot her immediately they found her but he had ordered to be brought here instead.
Who the hell was that, if he is not Alberto?”
She thought in panic, faintly acknowledging the pain that was coursing through her body.
She had been through worse over the years under Don Mario before she started carrying out missions for him.
“I can't die like this” She thought as it became hard to hold on to her consciousness.
…
Two men walked into the torture room, still in total darkness except for the single lightbulb that was flicked on when they walked in giving their no sense of time at all.
One was dressed in a black tuxedo and with his hair slightly longer than normal.
He looked down at the woman in the middle of the room with little interest and almost with disgust.
The second man bore a striking semblance to him but with a softer features.
“You said you caught her in the mansion?” He asked with a frown and the other man nodded.
Frida's ear picked on the voice around her and she immediately recognised one.
He was the one that tortured her previously.
“Why is she still alive?
Kill her and dispose of her body” She heard one of them say spiking fear in her.
“Something just seems off about her, and she refused to say who sent her”.
“No need to waste time if she won't speak up”
At the emotionless words, Frida's heart jumped at the realization.
“Alberto?”
She thought in terror.
As if hearing her thoughts, a single finger pulled the blindfold off her eyes and she squinted for a few seconds before looking up at him.
“Yes, it has to be him”
Although the two men have a striking resemblance and it would have been hard to tell them apart if one wasn't covered in tattoos like a rockstar with a head of blond hair and the second one has no drop of ink on him and his hair was jet black and long.
With a hand casually placed inside his pocket she knew her guesses were correct.
“Who the hell sent you?” Alberto asked in a low and calm voice, another trait that set him aside from his twin brother.
Frida stared blankly at him, her eyes not wavering or showing the fear that was crawling it way up her skin.
“I have a meeting by 10, and that's thirty minutes away and I have to drive for about twenty minutes.
That means you have five minutes to talk, "he said as he leisurely brought out a pistol from the inner pocket of his tuxedo.
“No one sent me,” Frida replied stubbornly.
“Ah! She kept doing that s**t” His brother commented from behind him as he lit a cigarette.
“You now have three minutes” Alberto reminded her unfazed and c****d the gun.
Frida’s hand trembled as her eyes trained on the gun.
She would have thought about kicking it out of his hand but that might only make things worse since she has been tied.
“Leave us alone Roberto” Alberto said suddenly without breaking his gaze away from her.
Alberto's gaze narrowed on her, he should have put a bullet through her skull and walked out to attend his meeting but he doesn't understand why he was still stalling, giving her time.
The pair of brown large eyes that stared at him in defiance stirred something strange within him. He is used to being stared at all the time but it's always a mixture of fear and lust from the women but her gaze held something different as if silently challenging him.
He wished to tame and claim that unyielding spirit.
“Talk, Now” He ordered without a speck of emotion on his face, he was growing impatient.
“I don't have anything to say, kill me if that would make you feel better” Frida spat with contempt.
“That won't work with me,” Alberto shook his head and pointed the barrel of the gun to her.
“You have less than a minute left and that means I can pull the trigger now”.
He announced while briefly glancing at his watch, almost immediately his phone rang out disrupting him.
Turning around to pick the call.
“Did you get the gift I sent you?” The person on the otherside asked with amusement.
“Gift?”
He frowned slightly and checked the caller's ID to see it's an unfamiliar number.
“Yes, a gift. Although it's a bit feisty and stubborn and it doesn't come with a ribbon but I'm sure you do not mind.
You can do whatever you want with it”. The person added and chuckled briefly before ending the call.
Alberto's brows drew together as he tried to remember receiving anything until he remembered the woman behind him.
“What is your name?” Alberto asked with a frown and Frida looked at him with confusion.
How did he go from wanting to kill her to asking her name?.
“I do not have a name” she replied simply as she noticed the change in his expression.
“Okay” he nodded and walked out.
Frida let out a sigh of relief but her relief was short-lived as Roberto walked in with a wide grin on his face.
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