In Bed With The Devil

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

Olivia screamed at the top of her lungs on the shot that was fired seeing Harold’s bleeding body from under the table. The vases, the glass window, and the China on the table, were all hit and sputtering all over the ground. She cried out for her father, prayed to an imaginary deity to be saved from the chaos around her. Another shot was fired, then another, then another like a gun showdown between two gangs…a minute later and it finally died down..

“What have you done? Geraldine screamed at the top of her lungs.

“What your dear son was too much of a p***y to do,” Alex yelled back, “I warned him and I warned you..now get out of my house and never come back!!“

“Come on Damien!” She yelled, her old voice crackling from wanting to cry “ Davina let’s go!!”

“What about my father?!” Damien cried out, “We can’t leave him here. He might be dead for crying out loud!!”

“Shut up!,” Geraldine slapped her grandson across the cheek, “can’t you see you are in the home of a monster?!! He’ll eat you alive. Let’s go now. We’ll handle your father later.”

Olivia heard the footsteps as they left grow fainter and fainter, panting heavily she clutched onto her blouse with her heart beating by each millisecond, moments away from exploding. Her husband just shot a man for calling her a w***e, she almost shoved a fist inside her mouth to stop herself from screaming for help…her husband just shot a man!!

“How do you want this cleaned boss?” She heard Marco’s voice over the table.

Alex sighed, staring at his bleeding arm, “Take my uncle to the hospital, he might look lifeless but I made sure to only shoot his shoulder. Make an anonymous donation to the state’s police department, we’ll have no trouble by tomorrow.”

Marco nodded, his eyes narrowed to the patch of blood on his boss’s jacket, “Should I take you to the—

“No it’s fine,” Damien winced a little as he picked a cigar from his breast pocket, “That f*****g Damien shot me, Gran gran has dug her dirty hands into my cousin’s head and he thinks he can mess with me. This would teach them a lesson.”

He was angry, enraged to have been pushed into breaking his resolve in front of Olivia too. She was already scared of him, now he shot a man in front of her, she was bound to be a harder nut to c***k now.

Marco still remained in place, “—and the missus??”

Alex crouched under the table, she was as pale as a ghost and unconscious too. He winced just trying to touch her only to be met with no response, “Have Sheila and Cillian take her to the master bedroom, she’s had enough trouble for today.”

Olivia waited. She muffled her tears and remained silent until she the sound of their footsteps dissipated, then she bolted straight for the kitchen to find Sheila.

“Sheila I need you to—

“Mrs Maldov!!” Sheila gasped loudly, “You’re pale!! You’re all pale and—

“Get me out of here Sheila!” Olivia cried as her hands locked tight in a state of plea, “Please get me out of here!”

The maid felt bad for her new madam, five years of working for the mafia boss himself had given her a tough skin. The sound of gunshots didn’t faze her anymore, for all she knew the mess would be cleaned by the morning.

“Mrs Mal—

“Don’t call me that!” Olivia yelled, still frantic, “I will not be tied to that—“ she paused pointing at the kitchen door, her vision all lopsided as her reality spun, “—th…that…”, she stuttered, “…that monster.” Finally escaped her lips as she plummeted to the ground.

“Mrs Maldov!!”

Olivia heard faint voices as she felt her limp body being lifted up by someone, it felt like Marco for some reason,

“She’s too weak from the shock!”

“Of course she’s too weak!” Another voice heard, “It’s the first time in the middle of their usual squabble. It’s fortunate no one died this time.”

“Let’s get her up to the bedroom. Master Maldov is busy taking his treatment in the study.”

Treatment? Death? Study? Olivia struggled for the barest bit of consciousness as she was being taken up the stairs, “Take…take me…take me out of here.” She whispered but her voice was too slump to hear.

“Don’t worry Mrs Maldov,” She heard Sheila say, “You’re in good hands.”

Seconds later she drifted into absolute darkness.

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Olivia found herself in an alleyway, dressed in an elegant black dress when suddenly, a group of men dressed in black suits appeared in front of her. One of them, clearly the leader with a vaguely familiar face stepped forward and pointed at her. He murmured words she couldn’t hear, the other men’s faces grew stern by the minute. It finally became clear after a second of realization…she was being accused of stealing!!

She raised her voice in protest, clearly being framed for a sin she didn’t commit. Slowly they started to close in on her, she tries to run away but was caught in the blink of an eye, they were too fast. Suddenly, one grabs her and wrings out a gun from his jacket, she cries and pleads for mercy.

It was the leader, raising his gun towards her. She closed her eyes, terror plastered all over her face as she heard a click and then—-bang!

Olivia finally wakes up, soaked in sweat and fright as she panted heavily, clutching onto her blouse and looked down to realize her clothes had been changed. She almost let out a scream, being awoken from her horrific nightmare and straight into a panic attack. She breathed heavily, her head throbbed so loud she could hear the monkeys playing sambas in her brain, it was all too much to bear.

The scent, she recognized that cologne anywhere and slowly she turned around to the devil himself, the man who was responsible for her nightmares and horrific reality,

“Good morning sunshine.”