Chapter Three
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"Donald! Donald!" Marco roared like a wounded lion.
His voice woke me from my sleep. It was still very early in the morning, around four a.m. Why the hell is he shouting like that?
I stood up from the bed and went outside the room to the corridor and looked downstairs. Marco was pacing back and forth like he was in a trance.
Donald came running to him, looking like he was going to kill someone.
"I have sent some guys to the club to collect the tape on their CCTV footage. They should be back in less than an hour. We will start tracking the woman from there," Donald said.
"If they don't cooperate at the night club, set the place on fire," Marco said with so much anger in his voice.
"I have never been this embarrassed before in my life. That lady will regret the day she opened her eyes to the surface of the earth," Marco barked.
"Boss, I think you should get some sleep to get a clearer mind. I will handle the whole case for you."
"I should sleep? Are you really asking me to sleep? I was humiliated in front of my inferiors in the underworld today, and you are asking me to sleep."
"I'm sorry boss, but you have slept for almost twenty-four hours."
Donald looked up at me. I wanted to hide but it was too late; he had already seen me. Marco also looked up to see me.
"Come down here Amelia. I have something to discuss with you."
"Discuss it with your lap dog there with you. I am not in for any discussion," I replied angrily, pointing at Donald.
I returned to my room and locked myself in. I looked at the food the maid had dropped since last night. I started to feel a little hungry, so I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth; there is no point in starving myself again.
As I got out of the bathroom, I started to eat the food. It was Truffle Risotto, and it was cold, so I was eating it with a bit of disgust.
While I was eating, Marco opened the door. I thought I had locked the door.
"Don't even bother to lock yourself like a prisoner in the room again. I have a master card that opens every room in this house," he said, flashing a golden card in his hand.
He lay on the bed. I just ignored him and acted like I couldn't see him. He reeked of alcohol and sweat.
"Why are you eating so early in the morning? It's just past four, and you're eating like a hungry lion," he said.
"You know it's been a long time since I tortured someone. I think I might have to today."
"While I was in the club, I was tipsy and a lady slipped a piece of paper into my hand. On the paper, it was written, 'You will regret ever hurting me. I will hit you where it will hurt you the most.'
"My boys started finding the lady immediately, but she managed to escape. I am sure they will bring her soon. I am going to show you how I deal with people that cross me."
"I am not interested in any evil business. I don't care what happens to you. I would even be happy if you just died," I said with hatred.
"You know I have hurt so many people in my life. I can't even guess who is threatening me, but I admire the person's courage," Marco replied, ignoring my comment.
His phone started ringing. He picked up the call and put the phone on speaker.
"Boss, we managed to get the woman's face on the CCTV footage and her car plates. So we ran her face and plates through the police database. The car was a lease, but two boys are en route to her apartment. We should bring her in soon," Donald said over the phone.
"Alright, you know what to do when you get her. I am losing my patience over here," Marco replied and cut the phone.
"The day is about to get interesting. You don't want to miss it," he said and left the room.
I looked through the window. My thoughts couldn't align. I can't think straight. Who will take care of my apartment? What about my job? Is this how I will continue my life?
Suddenly, Marco barged into the room and brought me back to life. He had taken his bath and smelled like fresh lemon and vanilla.
"Why haven't you bathed? Well, you can do that later. Let's go."
I wanted to decline, but I didn't want him to transfer aggression, so I decided to just follow him along.
When we got into the underground basement, I saw a lady strapped to a chair. She looked very young; she should be around twenty years old.
"Look into my eyes. Don't dare look away. I would like to torture you by chopping off your fingers bit by bit and then plucking out your eyes," Marco said as he sat opposite the lady.
"Who sent you? I'm asking for the last time. Who the hell sent you?"
The lady refused to give an answer. She was just staring at Marco in the face.
"That is very good. I love stubborn people. They are very nice to torture."
Marco took a plier from among the different tools on the tray. He then opened a bottle of vodka and used the plier to pluck out the nail on her left thumb, pouring vodka on the injury.
She screamed with so much agony while Marco was laughing like a maniac.
"Who the hell sent you to threaten me?"
"I'd rather die than tell you who sent me. Kill me, sucker. Just kill me," the lady said.
He took a butcher knife from the tray and chopped off her left thumb. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I closed my eyes and cursed the day I signed the marriage contract.
The lady screamed as if her larynx was going to fall out. One could see that she was in great pain.
"So, what can you offer me before I pluck out your eyeball and feed it to my fish?" Marco asked.
As Marco picked up a spatula to remove her left eyeball, Diana!! The lady yelled, "Diana!! Diana paid me to do it. Please don't remove my eyes."
Like a candle in the wind, the light went out of Marco's eyes.
Donald suddenly went pale and cold.
"How the hell is Diana alive, Donald? You told me you watched her die."
"I watched her drown in her car in the ocean. I don't think she is alive," Donald replied.
"Are you out of your mind? Didn't you hear what she said just now?"
"What else do you know about Diana? Tell me now so I will spare your life," Marco demanded.
"I don't know anything other than the fact that I overheard her saying, 'How dare you find a new wife without even looking for her.' She also said she will murder your new wife," the lady said.
"I couldn't believe my ears. Is his ex trying to kill me or what?" I asked.
"What is going on, Marco? Please tell me it's not what I am thinking," I asked.
"Yes, what you are thinking is right. My ex-fiancee is planning to kill you, and trust me, she knows her way around that. Her father was my grandfather's hitman."
Like I was drowning, everything blacked out.
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