The Ruthless Mafia King's Possession

6. THE GIRL IN THE PICTURE

★JANIE★

"Well if you're going to keep me in your house like a prisoner, you might as well provide something for me to eat!" I yelled, stomping my right foot repeatedly on the floor to express the rage seething through my veins.

Luciano hardened his jaw and twitched his lips. However, he gestured at a direction with one of his fingers. "The kitchen is that way."

Without further ado, I spun around quickly, squared my shoulder and sauntered into the kitchen to prepare something. But I could feel Luciano piercing gaze as I made to walk away.

As soon as I got into the kitchen, I was simply satisfied and amazed on how tidy and well arranged it was. Momentarily, I was able to figure out where the utensils, ingredients and food items were kept.

Although there weren't much to put together except from pasta, I was beyond grateful. Heaving a sigh, I took out the pot and rinsed it off then I added a water until it was half filled. Afterwards, I ignited the gas cooker and placed the pot on it. Then I followed some of the procedures mom taught me when she was alive.

Sorting out other stuff, I diced the carrots, pepper, and hot dog I wanted to add to the meal. Furthermore, I proceeded to stir fry to hotdog while humming my favorite song, Vegas by Doja cat.

Seconds rolled into minutes and minutes into hour, soon I was done preparing the meal. Inhaling the whiff of the savoury aroma, I rushed off to get my plate and dished out the pasta. Then I opened the fridge, picked out a bottle of water and retreated to the dinning table.

Taking a mouthful, I was beyond delighted; no doubt it was a scrumptious meal ingeniously put together by mere ingredients. I shoved more spoonful into mouth and enjoyed every bit of it. Ever since the day Dad betrayed me, I have not had a proper meal. Instead of filling my stomach, I took to filling my eyes with tears.

By the time I was done eating, I picked up my dirty plates and proceeded to the kitchen once more. Without wasting much time, I washed it off quickly and returned it to the plate rack then I dashed up the stairs.

The house was oddly quiet. There was no one in sight and I could only hear my pattering footsteps on the neat tiled floor coupled with my breathing pace.

Various ideas surged through my head immediately, what if I took a run for it right now, would I be caught? Would I be able to bear the consequences if I was caught red-handed for the second time?

However, another amazing idea shoved to the forefront of my brain. I could meticulously strategize how to escape from here. It might take days or weeks, but I have to find out the whole layout before I could even think of making a move.

I inhaled deeply then exhaled afterwards. First of all, I would start by checking closed doors. There were many, but who knows? Perhaps, one could lead to my breakthrough. So I proceeded to open each doors on the passageway one by one.

The first five set of doors entailed of empty rooms, it was bare with no warmth or sign that someone was staying there. How could someone have such a big house, yet he doesn't have people to occupy it. Doesn't he have a family, loved ones, or better yet, friends?

Shrugging off that thought to the back of mind, I felt I could care less about Luciano life. I opened another door and that seemed like the room I woke up from, I already knew it was his room. So I closed it back and continued with my searching spree.

Tired and frustrated after checking all the rooms, I stared at the last door at the rear end of the passageway. This better be something for a change, I thought to myself. Then I proceeded to check out the room too. Alas, the room seemed like a shrine. It felt as though it was kept there to worship a teenage girl, someone around my age or a bit younger.

Instantly, the room piqued my interest and curiousity filled my gut. So I entered the room and closed the door softly behind me. Pictures of her were scattered around and It felt as though I could feel her presence around. But by the time I picked one of her pictures, my mouth dropped to the floor in shock and I was taken aback.

The girl in the picture looked so much like me. We had some sort of striking resemblance and some people could mistake her for my twin. I took a couple of steps backwards, unable to breath.

Wild thoughts ran across my mind as I struggled to pinpoint what exactly this meant. Who was the girl? Why does she have a special room to herself? Do I have some sort of connection to her?

Definitely, there had to be a story behind this. I picked up one of her pictures again and stared at it with a weird gut feeling. She was so pretty in a beautiful blue dress and a tiara. Oddly, it felt as though she was smiling back at me.

I shoved the picture into my back pocket and sauntered out of the room quickly. I would have to ask Luciano about this. Nonetheless, I hoped I would get the answers I was searching for.

Trudging down the flight of stairs, I surveyed the whole lounge for him. Then I proceeded to the front door, my fingers curled around the knob about to press it down but on a second thought, I couldn't afford to let them think I was trying to escape. It would be a waste of plan if I was confined to a dark room.

So I decided against the idea and spun around quickly. Considering this was a big house, there had to be more than one door. I proceeded to open the door behind the stairs and the wind wheezed past my face almost at once. I shivered as the cold sensation sprung up from the sole of my feet up to the rest of my body.

Pressing my lips into a grim line, I made to close the door and retreat to my room. But an intense sound of someone sobbing and pleading for his life stopped me mid track.

Bracing myself, I contemplated on either I should find out what was going on or better still, head back to my room. But curiousity took the better part of me and I walked out of the door and closed it softly behind me.

Lo and behold, a middle aged man was on his knees, crying profusely as he plead for his life. I peered through the dark night, watching them from a distance.

Luciano aimed a gun at his face and the man seemed to have been badly tortured, seeing the way his white shirt was torn and tainted with red crimson blood. I could make out his swollen face and his bruised body too.

I took in a sharp breath and sneaked up to where they were. They took no notice of me as I hid behind the well cultured flowers at the corner of the house then I covered my widened mouth with my hand.

"So are you going to tell me or not?!" Luciano bellowed. Although he wasn't speaking to me, I flinched on my spot.

His deep masculine voice reverberated through the quiet dark night and I immediately developed cold feet.

The man broke into tiny sobs, but he said nothing. Some of his henchmen stood behind the tortured man. Meanwhile, Luciano was standing right in front of him.

I watched Luciano beckoned on one of his henchmen with his fingers and he scurried over to him. Then, he whispered something into his ears.

Before I knew it, he walked away and came back shortly after with two sharp knives. He handed them over to Luciano, and then Luciano entrusted the gun in his hand back to him.

"Now d**k head, you really are pissing me off." He said between gritted teeth. "But I am going to give you one last chance. If you say what I want to hear, I will spare you, Marcelo."

Deep down, I felt pity for the man. I don't know what kind of offence he committed, but I really hoped he would meet their demand so they could really let him go. My heart was thumping rapidly against my chest as I watched the whole scenario in front of me.

"I really don't know what you are asking me, Master Luciano." The man said amidst sobs, then he paused and spat out the blood in his mouth.

"Do not call me that!" Luciano roared. Raising up the knife, he bent towards the man and stated to his face. "You know what I hate the most? People who waste my time and people who are dumb enough to say they don't know."

With one full force, he cut off the man left hand then his right hand followed suit. Instantly, his loud piercing yell filled the atmosphere. I took in a sharp breath and stared at them in horror.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I watched Luciano pick up the gun in the guy hand and began to fire at the man rolling on the floor. One shot, two, three, four, five...I lost count and I didn't know when I let out a loud piercing yell. Immediately, heads snapped to my direction and my heart skipped a beat.

Luciano turned on his heels and walked up to my direction. Horrified and scared, I covered my mouth and broke into tiny sobs. He kept getting closer and closer. Then I had no choice but to show myself. Because if I don't, he might just fire his gun at me.

Don't come close to me !" I yelled on top of my lungs, taking two step backwards.

My gaze fixated on his hand, dripping with blood. He had just cut off a man's hands like it meant nothing. What kind of human is he? No! No! No! He is no human, he is an animal. A bloody filthy animal.

"I won't hurt you, baby girl." He took a couple of step towards me and I kept moving backwards, until my rear back collided with the wall, trapping me with him.

I whimpered in fear. Unable to utter a single word as his bloodied hand caressed my chin. Somebody please save me! I cried inwardly.

"You're so f*****g beautiful." He complimented me but I returned the favor by spitting on his face.

"And you're an animal!" I retorted.

He wiped his face with his bloody hand. Then, he shot me a daunting glare. I braced myself for what could come next. I was ready to bear the brunt of my action. He could run a slap across my face. or perhaps, he might even kill me too. But instead, his handsome face brightened with a devilish smirk and he claimed my lips.