Prologue
Dahan dahan akong naglalakad sa isang madilim na pasilyo ng isang malaking bahay. It has been a month since I stopped stalking this guy dahil sa incident na nangyari noong sinundan ko ito. Luca Salvatore Romano, he is a black flame that lures you with irresistible charm. He is a ruthless gangster boss, bossing the city around with an iron fist and a tight grip.
For me, however he seems not to be scary at all. I even keep everything that has to do with him. I have even saved water bottles he threw away.
Kahit ang aking cellphone ay punong puno ng candid photos of him drinking at the bar, nondescript in a crowd. kinukuhanan ko ng imahe ang bawat babae that he encounters.
I watch him, silent behind my phone's camera, as he appears before me with his cold, powerful eyes. Nakakatakot ang kanyang postura kung tutuusin ngunit mukang hindi na ata ako tinatamaan doon dahil na din nasanay na ako.
My mission for tonight is sundan ito sa kanyang mansion. Hailey said that it would be the very last so I did it.
He has a lot of mens na nakapalibot sa mansion. Malaki at halata mong may kaya ang may ari ng bahay na ito. Sanay naman ako makakita ng ganitong mga bahay pero nakakamangha padin dahil sa modernong disenyo nito.
Malaki ang mansyon na ito compare sa mansion kung saan ako nakatira.
Umaligid aligid ako sa mansion ni Salvatore ng ilang minuto bago mapag desisyonan na pumasok. I was walking when one of his man looks at me straight in his eyes.
That man is familiar.
I immediately act normal ng makita ito. Mukang hindi din naman ito nakapaghinala dahil inalisan din niya ako ng tingin.
And that was my cue na tumaas sa mataas ng gate.
"Ouchh..." Inda ko ng bumagsak ako sa lupa dahil sa pagkakatalon ko. Kahit gulat at nasasaktan pa ako ay pinilit ko na umakto ng maayos. I need to get something inside his mansion.
Entering through the door into Salvatore's private world, my heart pounds.
"Why am I even here?" bulong ko saaking sarili tama lang para walang makadinig sa paligid. "I looked like a thief."
Pumasok ako sa pintuan ng kanyang mansion. Ang swerte ko at bukas ang mga ito. Hindi na ako nahirapan pa makapasok. This is easier than I thought It would be.
Hindi ako sigurado sa bawat silid na nandito. Pumasok ako sa tingin ko ay master's bedroom. It has a mamahaling furniture, even the bed screams expensive.
I think this is his room. Base na din sa iba pang mga room ito lang ata ang may mga furniture. Hindi ganoon kadami like my bedroom pero compare naman sa ibang room na naandito.
As I reach his room, he comes out from behind the shadows, yanking me into his room with such force that catches me off guard.
Im dead...
His eyes lock to mine, fierce and predatory. He then grab my phone out of my hand. A mocking smile then forms as he takes my phone, scrolling through the images filled with him.
Naka locked ang phone ko kaya sigurado akong nakita lamang niya ay ang kinuhanan ko ngayon lang. Slowly, he scrolled through them, his eyes fixed on me, not in anger but in the thrill, which hinted at danger.
"If you want a picture, just ask nicely. There's no need to sneak around and take it."
He whispers, opening my camera and lifting his shirt to show his sculpted abs, which are marked with scars that tell violence tales from his dark past. He snaps a photo; his gaze is still on me. He clamps an overpowering grip upon my wrist with a ferocity of playthings he would toy with, and as if my destiny is absolutely in his mercy.
"What happened to that" I pointed to his abs where I saw the scars. I even put up his shirt to see it clearly not minding how close he was to me now.
"...None of your damn business."
He replied coldly, a hint of irritation flickering in his eyes. The scars on his abdomen varied in size and shape, some old and faded, but others appeared fresh, almost new. He watched me closely as my fingers traced over them, his gaze sharp and calculating. His free hand suddenly seized my chin, forcing me to look up, the touch rough but controlled.
"Is that why you're here? To inspect my body?" He asked in a mocking way.
"What no?!" I answered "I just want to..uh.. nothing I'm going home bye."
He yanks you back by the wrist before you can take a step, his grip tight like steel. A low chuckle rumbles in his chest—amused.
"Running now? Too late for that, mi obsesión. You don’t get to stare, touch... breathe my air... and just walk away."
He leans in, close enough that his breath ghosts over your ear, voice a velvet threat.
"You wanted to see what’s beneath the shirt? Stay. I’m not done with you yet."
