The Mafia's Grave Mistake

Chapter Five

CH5

Carolina's POV

Time passed extremely slowly. Some doctors came in and changed the sheets. Gave me new clothes and switched back the wound which had torn in an even nastier way.

I lay in bed, trying to calm my nerves. Trying to think I could make it out but… the more I tried to, the more my eyes weld up and tears dripped on the sheets.

The door opened up again at 7am in the morning. I heard the sound of heels clicking on the white tiles of the room. I ignored her. I didn't want to see any of those monsters. How they all trope in and out of here and none of them thought of helping me.

The door shut, locked. I raised a brow, like a rabbit who just heard a twig break. Something fragrant seemed to follow the breeze coming from the door. It seeped right into my nose and my stomach rumbled. I swallowed dry saliva.

‘She has food with her.’

Slowly, I hobbled up from the bed, sitting up. I turned to her.

She stood there, like a statue in red robes, a white shirt and black inners. They all hugged her tightly and she seemed as though she wore a leotard instead. Her face was unreadable, dryly staring at me like I was exhausting her by existing.

He exasperated, pursing her lips in displeasure.

“Are you hungry or do you prefer to starve?” She said, plainly. Waving the food at me.

I nodded. She walked up to me and placed the food on my lap. She opened it up, took a bite and then gave me the spoon.

“Unlike you, Enzo doesn't play dirty tricks.” She muttered, finding herself a seat somewhere in the room. I took a moment to stuff the food down and then I returned the plate to her.

All the while I chewed on my meal, I studied her. The way she stole glances at me. The hints of empathy she flashed. I know it was a long shot but I had a plan I wanted to try.

“Thank you.” I whispered as she dropped the plate in the hands of a servant. The servant hurried off.

“Don't bother.” She sneered, finding herself back in that seat again.

“I still have to. You gave me something to eat. It means a lot.”

“Stop talking.” The lady snapped at me. Then she looked away, returning to drumbing her black nails on the table.

“What do I call you?” I asked. She didn't spare me a glance. “I can't just call you lady. I'm sure you have a name you are proud of.”

Her head tilted a little to my direction. “Gullia.”

I forced a smile. Building rapport was something we had been taught as journalists. In case of captivity, making them see you are a human at least, would matter.

“It's a nice name. My name is Ophelia.”

She turned sharply, the plain look in her eyes vanished completely. She scoffed.

“Your little liar. You have a new name now. Do you think that helps you Zylaria?”

“That's the thing. I am not lying. I really am Caroline. Maybe this Zylaria is my doppelganger or something. I don't know, I just know I'm not her.” My voice was low. My throat scorched from crying for so long.

She stood up, hovered over to the bed and grabbed my jaw, pulling my face up. “Listen you like thing. I don't care what you call yourself now. It won't get rid of what you did in the past. We searched for you, for a very long time. A Lot of people died because they couldn't find you.” She drew close, and whispered.

“Imagine what will happen now you are found. Zylaria you brought this upon yourself. You shouldn't have hurt Enzo.”

“What did she do to him?” I asked. My voice was firm, cold. In times like this, a face full of tears and a sobbing voice would do nothing for me.

“Are you really asking that?” Her tone was full of scorn. She let my jaw go. Better put, she flung it aside and her eyes met my gaze.

“You know what you did.”

“We both know that's not true. All the men here may be clouded with anger and hate for Zylaria but you… you have a clear head. You can see through all charades and you know I am not putting up one. Look, I am going to die because I look like some girl Enzo hates with his life. You should at least have the decency to tell me what she did that I am dying for.”

Silence drenched the room for a moment. Both of us just gazing back at each other, breathless. I was searching her eyes for even a little hope that she may have gotten the hit that I wasn't who they said I was.

I pulled away before I could see anything. “Enzo will read your sins out to you when he tears you apart like fresh meat. Till then, you can keep pretending you don't know. You see none of it matters, because you will be punished for what you did to Enzo whether you admit it or not.”

I raised my head, dejectedly. My eyes were swollen and saggy. My face paled out and my lips chapped. They hadn't done anything, in quote but I felt like I already have been torn apart.

“You really don't care about making Zylaria pays do you?” She spun around. A grim look on her face.

“What did you say?”

“You don't care. Gullia you don't care.”

“Shut you f*****g mouth!” She grabbed me by the collar of my blue cloth. Glaring at me like a wild dig waiting to pounce on its prey. I kept my expression unreadable. I wouldn't show fear. Not here and not now.

“Because of you, Enzo's life was a terrifying mess. He could barely pick himself up but now he is no more the simp you trampled in and ruined his life years ago. He is the devil now. The reaper and he will cut out that bloody wicked heart if yours and feed it to you if he has to.” she pat those words with sheer hatred in her voice.

“Yes, he would do that to Zylaria but I'm not her. Deep down your gut is telling you I’m right. I'm not Zylaria. If you really cared so much about helping Enzo, you would be certain that I was her. Right now, you are letting Enzo take out his hate on some lookalike. You know what that will make him… a wicked person. It will make him exactly the same as the Zylaria he wants to kill.”

“Shut the f**k up.”