Chapter five
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Third pov
The loud sound landed in Elena's ears as she rushed outside her room, down to the stairs, only to pause, legs trembling and eyes blinking faster.
She clutched her chest, unable to say those words she wished to. She turned to flee, but the thought of Luca already staring her.
She moved a little forward, hands curled onto the stairs' rail, while she swallowed the lump down her throat. Each step she made pulled her heart to pound more.
But just when she reached the last stairs. The sound of the hammer, pierced through the sprawled man's legs, as he screamed in agony. Those blood oozed out, like it was nothing to Luca. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped the fresh blood off.
That reminded Elena of the wedding day; maybe it was the same reason he came late. She squeezed her legs, tightening them from making a step again.
She watched from the stairs, eyes on the man, who bowed his head, barely breathing a life. He kept on spouting blood while Luca stared with the devil's eyes, the same she met earlier.
Just then, her eyes paused on someone. The lady in pink sat in the chair, close to the man, as she folded her legs, with her fingers clutched to her chewing gum, making that sound that made Elena notice it was a daily thing in the house.
The lady in pink stood up from her seat; immediately their eyes locked. She smirked, like she was waiting for Elena to watch the scene before her.
She moved closer to Luca and whispered into his ears with a little laugh, “Your wife.”
Luca immediately turned and faced Elena, whose body was already soaked in sweat, heart pounding at each glare he made toward her.
“You,”
“Here!”
“Now!”
His finger pointed at her, with that frown and furrowed eyebrows. She quickly dragged her legs forward, her knees almost buckling.
“Closer!” he commanded, voice sharp and eyes fixed on her. Immediately, she arrived beside him; he held her neck, squeezing it until her whole skin turned pale.
“Look.” He pulled her face closer to the almost dead man, who buried his face in his thighs, blood dripping down to the ground.
The fresh blood she had no choice but to inhale, causing her stomach to react.
“If you dare betray me.” Luca clicked his teeth, stared at Elena, and then continued.
“You would be worse." He said, pulling her off, as she felt, and hit her butt so hard her scream pulled the man to lift his head up.
Those eyes she saw, that last hope he made toward her. To save him, but Elena herself wasn't saved; how could she help anyone?
She clutched her neck, scanning the marks Luca had made earlier. Coughing, unable to hold breath.
That was when the lady in pink came closer. Elena moved back, still bowed, but the lady didn't stop.
She bowed to Elena's level and held Elena's face close to hers, their breaths clenching against each other.
“Remember, you have no place here.” The pink lady pushed her head back, stood up, and walked over to her seat; this time, she got busy with her phone.
Elena sat there, unable to process what had happened. The whole scene felt like a dream, but each time the pain struck down her elbow, she knew it wasn't just a dream, but her reality.
She moved her body a little toward the wall, and rose up. Her eyes fixed on Luca, who got busy questioning the man, who was too weak to lift his lips.
“Where to?” Immediately, she got herself back; he turned, catching her off guard. Her lips snapped open but shunned back.
“You can't talk?”
“I…I'm…” she stuttered, even though she hated being at that point.
“Get lost.” He sighed, ran his fingers down his hair, then focused back on the man. This time, he pulled the heated iron that was kept on the table, and placed it on the man's chest.
The heavy scream, sharp and filled with pain, echoed through the house.
“Who sent you?” Luca questioned. Eyes on the man, who kept on smiling, like it wouldn't change anything.
“Now!” He yelled, held the man's head, and grabbed his mouth, like he was about to tear off his jaws.
Then, Luca's phone buzzed. He stopped, took a deep breath, tugged the phone, and picked it up.
“Yes?” His legs tapping, impatient.
“He had escaped.”
“I don't play silly games.” Luca croaked.
“Sir…”
“Find him.”
He hung up the call, then turned to stare at Elena, who blinked her eyebrows.
"Flora."
“Flora?” Elena muttered under her breath as she watched the lady in pink, Flora, stride toward where Luca was, place back his phone, and arrange his collar.
“What the hell?” Elena muttered to herself, with her eyes wide open and jaw clenched down.
Luca pulled the trigger, suddenly and…
Bam.
The bullet pierced through the man's chest as he fell to the floor still clutched to his seat.
Luca and Flora walked out of the view, leaving Elena alone.
She covered her mouth as the vomit almost pumped out; the more she glared at the man, the more she was reminded of how deadly the man she stood with was.
A lot of thought ran down her mind: no guards' presence, no maids, like everyone knew what today was.
She roamed her eyes around but couldn't fetch any being. For almost an hour, Flora and Luca haven't been back, they left her, without a word or explanation toward all this.
“I need to leave.”
“I can't take this anymore.”
Elena took a deep breath and made a move, only to glare at something hidden in the man's shirt pocket.
She bowed down to the man's level and covered her nose from the fresh blood that didn't stop rushing out. Her hands struggled to the pocket and then pulled the thing.
“A note?” Elena muttered under her breath as she scanned the place and then back to the note.
She heard footsteps approaching quickly; she rushed and opened the piece of paper, only for her body to tremble.
“Your next!”
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