The One Sin He Couldn’t Kill

Chapter 6

Interesting?

Were those supposed to be interesting? She thought as her eyes darted around. "There's nothing interesting in here." She muttered.

"Oh, so it's fun then." He replied to her, and she couldn't help but move back a bit, seeing as he was getting closer than she could take in. "Look at me!" He ordered, hating that she was avoiding everything about him.

She struggled to look up but dared not look him straight in his eyes. "I want to get cleaning." She whispered and he looked around the kitchen.

"Follow me." He then dragged her to the stairs that led to the basement, where he got people locked and killed. "Are you going to look into my eyes, or would you like to be thrown into one of these rooms?"

She froze.

Huh?

What punishment was better? She thought as she struggled with the decision. Both of them were like death sentences. She didn't know which was better. "Why are you doing all this to me?" Tears were starting to steam down her face. "Both can kill me! Which way is a better way to die?" She asked, and he pushed her hard to the wall and had her pinned there, moving so close that his chest could already touch hers. Suddenly, he had the urge to feel her bare chest, so he placed his hand there, attempting to loosen the button, but she quickly took his hands off. "I'm sorry but I can't." She rejected politely and he stopped to stare at her in disbelief and then annoyance.

"Girls like you should have no choice. Who thought you to have a choice?" He spat, looking at her so badly that the stare went straight for her heart. "There is nothing special about you. I am every woman's dream, handsome and irresistible. Your cheap thinking really doesn't count." He started sounding from the place of someone so bitter. He dragged her out of the stares and got into the basement, hitting her back on the hard wall brutally.

"Ahhh!" She yelped in pain and tried to nurse her back pain but he wouldn't let her. He was in control of her hands so much that she couldn't move without his approval. She was pinned to the wall and had to go through pain until he was satisfied with the look on her face. After that, he released his grip brutally, forcing her to fall on the floor. "Oh my God!" She whispered in pain.

"Leave before I change my mind." He spat, and she tried to stand up but kept falling back to the floor due to the pain all over her body. "Disgusting being!" He spat harshly and was about to go closer to her again but this time, she managed to run off, even though it took her to crawl her way out.

She got into her room and couldn't stop crying. She had never seen someone as mean as Marcos ever since she existed on planet Earth. Laying on the bed, she rolled her way to the floor trying her hardest to feel better but couldn't.

****

Gabriella sat on her large bed, sipping her coffee as she then changed the station playing on the radio. Suddenly, she heard her name being mentioned and had to drop her coffee to listen but she couldn't get it.

She switched to the news media directly and heard the same radio presenter.

Radio presenter; "AGENT Gabriella IS GOING DOWN THE DRAIN WITH THE LEGACY SHE's BUILT. WHAT DO I MEAN BY THAT THOUGH? WE HAVE ALL HAD TO COME ACROSS LEGENDS WHO, EVEN IN THEIR DEATH, RULED, BUT WHEN IT COMES TO AGENT Gabriella , HER LEGACY IS GOING DOWN THE DRAIN EVEN AS SHE IS VERY MUCH ALIVE... ISN'T THAT SICKENING!"

"I personally think if she steps up she is going to match up to the upcoming Agents who are doing amazing jobs right now." Another woman who seemed present in the studio replied to her.

Gabriella froze where she was on the bed. Was she being discussed this way?

Nah! She started feeling very disappointed and placed her coffee aside, picked up her phone, and quickly dialed a number. "What the f**k is going on? I heard two ladies talking about me on the radio. Really Hugo ? You are going to let these folks mess with my reputation?" She sounded pissed as she spoke to Hugo , her supposed boss.

"I will investigate that and have them fired. Please stay calm while I do that. Alright, see ya! Love ya!" He then ended up the phone and she dropped in hard on the foam. If it were to be the tiled floor, she knew her phone would be gone.

She got up, revealing the lingerie she had on beneath the duvet, and walked onto her balcony. She then took out a cigarette, took a deep drag, and released it into the air. She was feeling really bad inside of her knowing that her name was being messed with. Thinking about something, she quickly went back into the room and took out her phone to see if the conversation about her was trending. Opening her phone, she realized that these foolish presenters were so busy pushing out narratives that she and her legacy were fading. "f**k you bitches!" She spat as she then opened her comment section.

Commenter 1; "Agent Gabriella used to be one of my favorite Agents, but now, I have no idea what s**t she's doing. The criminal rate keeps increasing every day, yet she can't do s**t about it."

Commenter 2; "I started supporting Agent Gabriella the day she tied down the most wanted kidnapper and brought him to book. It's rare for her to go silent while more crimes show up. She better have something up her sleeve."

Commenter 3; "Y'all be acting like you know s**t about pulling down a criminal. Agent Gabriella is still young. It's okay if she dumps this risky job for a normal life."

She threw the phone to the phone and suddenly felt a heartwrenching pain. She clearly understood where the masses were going, whether the speech was for or against her. She had started her career really seriously and showed that the security of everyone mattered to her. It would be dumb to just drop it, thereby letting her legacy die off.

Her phone rang suddenly, and without hesitation, she picked it up before realizing that it was Hugo . "What's up? I found out about them. They have lost their jobs. It's up to you now to see what you can do for your beautiful reputation. I love you, Gabriella !" He then hung up the phone.

With the phone still on her ears, she looked far into the city from her balcony, seeing nothing in particular. "Reputation!" She muttered and took a deep breath. "I will bring it back."

She walked back into her room and looked at the television screen that was reporting about a drug cartel and froze in her step. The words "Gonzalo CARTEL" were boldly written on the screen. The reporter seemed to be curious about the said organization being reported about and talked about how strong and anonymous they have managed to stay for years. Seeing that, she smiled.