004~Ryvessa
1115 Words
Phew, that was close.
I guess everything was well planned.
I looked at the bed sheets and froze.
The hell, Vessa...what have I done?
The plan was just to escape the execution, not to let him take my virginity!
Oh God, what have I done? I’m not a slut.
Ohh, the drugs...thank goodness I added the substance to make him weak and it's also to prevent pregnancy. I hope it works for the prevention.
I tried to stand up, but damn...my thighs were freaking painful.
Is this how s*x is? Damn, I wouldn’t have agreed to attack him in the first place. Now look what I’ve gotten myself into.
I have to act fast. Escaping this house won’t be easy.
And that shouldn't be on my list now, first, I will have to pretend to be one of the workers, if he ever finds out that I'm the criminal and the lady he'd s*x with? I'm so dead.
Sighs.
I stood up regardless of the pain, opened a drawer, and saw a gun. I badly needed this.
I opened his closet, got joggers, and removed this shitty lingerie I was wearing. I took a big top too..he has good taste in fit. Good for him.
Guess he’s a s*x freak, moaning so bad like a fool.
Ending him will be hard, but nahh...I’m not giving up.
I hid the gun in the pants. It was a silent killer.
I walked close to the wall, watching for anybody. Great..nobody in sight.
I saw a maid. I fired the bullet into her skull and pushed her into a close space. Checked her pulse...she was dead.
I muttered, “I’m so sorry, but please....it’s for your benefit and mine too.”
I removed her clothes...it was a maid uniform. I pulled off the one I was wearing.
Amidst that, someone came in and said, “Ohh gorgeous, your body is like milk.”
I walked close to him and said, “You wanna have a taste of it?”
He nodded.
I slowly used my hand to caress his back. The fool got carried away by my touch.
Then I slowly pulled the trigger twice, and he fell.
I chuckled and wore the gown. Dragged them both and hid them beneath some logs of wood.
I looked at the dress and saw the girl’s name tag: Clara.
I just had to play smart...if anyone called me Clara, I’d answer.
I removed my mask to wear a scarf, so if I accidentally came across Drexel, he wouldn’t know it was me.
I came out of the space, the gun still under my gown.
I walked past people, and they never noticed.
I walked into the kitchen..obviously to play along.
I got in and met an elderly woman. Guess she was the head maid...it was stated on her tag.
“Clara, have you watered the garden?”
I remembered....maybe that was where the girl was going before I killed her.
“I’m talking to you, Clara!” she shouted.
I guess she’s mean...from her voice alone, you’d know.
I shook my head. “No, ma’am. I just needed some water to drink...that’s why I haven’t gone.”
She looked at me like she was going to tear my body with her bare hands.
I bent my head slowly.
“Why are you wearing a scarf?”
“I’ve got some reaction.”
“And how does that affect me, fool? Huh? It seems you want punishment. You didn’t even take the watering can. Be warned, Clara—don’t mess with me. Pick that can. When you’re back, you’re going to serve boss.”
I nodded.
I took the can and slowly went out of the kitchen.
Where on earth is the garden? And who’s the boss to serve? I hope it’s not what I’m thinking. It isn’t and shouldn’t be...please.
I tried walking the direction Clara took, but I didn’t seem to know where the garden was. I couldn’t ask anyone.
A guard passed. I dragged him close to the wall and said, “Please, where’s the garden? I’m kinda new. Sorry for my attitude.”
He nodded and directed me. Then he said, “Woah, we’ve gotten a new Clara. You seem to have more ass than the other.”
I looked at him weirdly and continued where I was going.
The men here are psychos. Why on earth are they perverts?
I just hissed and got to the foolish garden.
Then I heard voices...heated argument.
I hid behind a tree to listen. I needed to see who it was.
Damn...it was Drexel and a woman. She looked old but still had curves.
I know her. She looked familiar. Where do I know her from?
Then it hit me. Holy molly...that’s the freaking Godmother of the mafia clan. The one they call La Madrina. The one who was calling Drexel.
“Drexel, I warned you...I freaking did. But did you listen? No, you didn’t, huh? You always feel like you’re doing the right thing,” she shouted.
Drexel kept pacing back and forth. Why was he acting that way?
I kept listening.
“I need to know the reason for this heated argument.”
Drexel shouted, “Of course I know what I’m doing. I needed to carry out the execution personally in my own territory. She killed my wife-to-be.”
“Then did I say you wouldn’t kill her in Italy, huh? Did I say I was going to kill her? We just needed to be safe...we just needed to have her on guard while you carry out the execution.”
I smirked..they were talking about me. I’m so dead if they find out.
“You need to find her, Drexel..you do! Because I’m not going to pay that money. I’m not. You lost both the criminal and the money. If you don’t find her, I will kill you. I promise I will.”
“You are not giving me any impression of making you my next of kin...not at all. You keep sleeping with ladies, and that was the stupid business you were handling before the criminal escaped. You gave her room to escape..so who wouldn’t be bold enough to do that?”
Drexel shouted, “Enough! Okay, enough! You’re just venting it on me like I’m some loser here. I’ll find the freaking criminal, and I’ll pay the damn 600 billion, and to hell with your next of kin.”
She smiled wickedly. “Do whatever you…”
“Who’s there?” Drexel called out.
Oh no.
I have to leave here before they find me.
I left the watering can and took to my heels.
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