s*x And Gambit

3: Say nothing or you die

The green dress fits me so well. The trumpet style, it slit running down from my upper thigh to my ankle, where the dress stopped. If not for one thing, I would say my underwear would easily have been seen, but do I have a choice?

I was freezing, given that Marcel had made sure it was sleeveless so he could see my collar bone and cleavage. My bare shoulders and arms made me shivered like a chicken as we walked to his car.

Marcel wasn't looking bad himself. He was wearing a black tuxedo and shiny black shoes. His hair looked freshly styled, and I was sure he loved every bit of himself because he looks like he was feeling himself.

It was silent at first. Just me, cold in the back seat with him while he had his face like he was gonna kill someone.

"You don't get to leave my side, Zora," He said.

I looked at him for a few moments and looked away in silence. Was he trying to know what I would do?

He has my phone. I don't even have a purse or know where we are going and all he could think about was me not trying to escape. Well, who wouldn't?!

"I am serious Zora, you don't leave my side no matter what happens unless you don't want to be saved or survive"

I slowly turn to gaze at his face. He seemed worried, anxious, angry, and I saw something that looked like fear. The Marcel I knew was always reckless. He never cared about anyone or what would happen, but talking about keeping me safe seems different.

Before I got as cold as dead, we arrived at the venue.

It was a villa. With the reflection of the midday, the building has the touch of gold and cream color. The glass walls give the impression of being mixed with marble, resulting in a fine color of green and black. From where I stood, the gigantic pool seem like a giant circle with green and black marble in it.

Yep, this villa had the most perfectly mowed lawn.

"I have a brother," Marcel said as he grabbed my upper arm. "He owns this place, and he doesn't like visitors," he added, as if he wanted me to get scared or something. I already knew he wanted me to be by his side all the time, so what?!

I let Marcel take me to wherever he wants while I looked at the people around. The men and women.

The men looked different. Some looked old, very handsome, exotic, or like statues. One thing in common was that they all wore plain black. But the women, very extra. They gave dangerous s*x vibes with their different shades of green. If they were not half naked like me, they were all covered.

"Ehiiiii, Marcellino!” Someone called.

Standing at the entrance of the villa, a captivating woman who looked like she was in her mid-thirties. Her appearance commanded attention, even mine.

She wore an expensive-looking deep emerald green dress that hugged her curves, tastefully revealing just enough to tantalize the imagination. Her confident demeanor and seductive allure left an indelible impression on all who laid eyes upon her. It was hard for me to believe if I was still a woman or a cat.

"Vera," Marcel said as he walked to give her a hug.

I almost disappeared as they exchanged more pleasantries in their language that I bet must be Italian.

After a brief talk, she suddenly looked at me and scoffed.

"You bring this one for Alessandro?” She asked.

Marcel looked at me and back at Vera. His lips curved into a fake smile as he hugged her again and took me away.

Damnnn. That Vera looked so intimidating!

"Fvcking b***h! " Marcel cussed.

Surprised, I looked up at him to see a very visible frown on his face. I thought he was talking to me until he look down at me and rolled his eyes.

"Be careful of that b***h," He said.

Confused, I just nodded. He was all smiling at her and that their passionate hug. Was it all a lie?

Getting to a seat that seems to be reserves for us, I noticed something. Everyone kept staring at us. It either they feared Marcel or the men with guns standing beside us.

"Offerte!! 870 thousand!!" a man yelled.

I would call it a bluff about what the people were doing here, but I looked around to see people raising up cards. If it has a range from 1 to 10, then it must be a sign of something very valuable being bought or sold.

Leaning closer to Marcel, I whispered,

"I need to use the toilet"

Marcel didn't seem to move, he just looked at the man that keep screaming, looked at his side and back to me. Without talking, a man walked to me and stood still.

"Show her the toilet and bring her back," He ordered.

The heck!

That was so rude, given that the man looked like he could break two of Marcel put together. He had this stone expression that made me moved away from him as he took me to the toilet.

"I will wait out, stay long and I will come get you. "

Screw him. He sound more rude than Marcel.

Well, I felt the urge to point that out, so I quickly rushed into the toilet. The face I saw wasn't what I was expecting, not even in this life time.

“Zora?" He said, not so sure.

It was him. The creepy man watched me finger myself! The man that got Marcel all shaking yesterday and still act like he didn't see me.

As he took a step towards me, I moved back.

I looked at his bloody hands, slowly to the floor, to see someone in a pool of blood. My eyes went wide open. I gulped, gagged, and almost passed out.

I took another step back, and he was swift enough to grab me and yanked me to himself.

"You say a word and I would slit your neck too," He hushed in an accent. It was obvious he wasn't a native English speaker. Maybe he hailed from Italy, too.

I nodded in agreement.

As he let go of my arms, I watched him walked back to the man on the floor. He was walking as if the floor had lava, yep; he had the blood everywhere.

“Di? Are you dead?" He asked the man and slowly turned me over to see his face.

The person looked young. Might be in his early or mid twenties.

He braided his long blonde hair into two French braids and adorned his face with colorful tattoos. I bet no one would miss such a face in a crowd, for he was a human rainbow.

"I would like to see you again, Zora, probably naked. Again," He said without looking at me.

My gaze followed him as he walked to one sink and began to wash his hands. He stared at me through the mirror, and I knew he was looking at my arms.

"Clean yourself. You tell Marcellino and you join this poor guy"

With that, he walked out.

Believe me when I say I was no longer wanting to urinate. The smell of blood and fear filled the air, making me want to pass out in cold as I wipe the blood off my body.

Soon I was back with Marcel, now shaking like a wet leaf.

"You are late! My brother came! " Marcel said in a hushed whisper as I settled beside him.

The option was just getting finished when I arrived, so Marcel took my hands and walked away. His pace was hasty, like he was running away from someone or something but still want to hide it.

"fratello.... " Someone said, and we both turned back.

It was him, that psycho killer! I wanted to tell Marcel, but I just couldn't. Not with that murderous look on this man's face.

"Are you avoiding me because of... Her? "

The heck was he acting like he doesn't know me?!

Silence.

I didn't know it was because of me or they just want to keep looking at me. I smiled weirdly.

"Zora, this is my half brother, Alessandro. Alex, this is my girlfriend, Zora. " Marcel introduced us with a tinge of an accent.

Gosh! He never had those before.

"Good," was what Alex blurt response as he looked away from me to Marcel "Have you seen Didi? With that look on your face, I hope you did nothing stupid. Have you?" He asked.

While Marcel and I stood in silence, Alex walked closer to us, pat Marcel in the shoulder and walked away.

Immediately, two men walked to Marcel, and for the next few seconds, they spoke in Italian. The subject seems very serious, I wish I understand but the only thing I heard was 'Dante' and 'grande problema' and it was at that moment that I knew things were up! I never understood much Italian language but knew what a big problem means.

I need to learn more Italian if I still school in this country.

Worried, I looked up at Marcel, who yanked me and headed out the entrance. Our car drove to our front and Marcel literally threw me inside.

"No one would see that kid get taken from here without noticing him! That attention seeking scemo!!," He snapped "his hair, his face! That rainbow face of his would always bring... "

"Rainbow face? " I interrupted.

Marcel just looked at me.

"You see a kid, maybe 5'10, with long blonde, colorful tattoo all over his face? ," Marcel asked.

I wanted to say yes, to tell him Alex kill him, but I remember if I say anything, my throat would get open as well.

"He is a child?" I asked instead.

Marcel frowned.

The car move out the villa, and it was so obvious that he was panicking already.

"He is 22, my cousin. And if Alessandro thinks I did something to him, it's bad for me. "

I gulped. Asshole! I am 23. How old does he think he is well, If I talk, it's bad for me too, so I shook my head.

"I have no idea about who you just described," I lied.

That fat lie with our gaze fixed.

I could still see that boy's neck open and gushing out blo0d. I still remember him, colorful in a pool of his blood, while Alex avoided it like lava.

"I thought you were talking about a baby with face tattoos,” I added.

The pure disappointment and confusion on Marcel's broke me, but if I talk, I die.

As the matter of fact, I haven't seen that boy in my whole life.

Dead or alive.

The rest of the night was hectic! Marcel, left me alone in his dark room and all I could see was that boy. Didi, looking at me with his throat slit.

I didn't kill him.

I just happened to be there at the wrong time.

Eventually, I slept.

I definitely would have another hectic day tomorrow, especially when it happens to be Sunday, the day I plan for the next week.