Chapter four
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Chapter four
Vivienne Hart POV
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He looks like a dark shadow, he is also wearing black, but it's rich, the suit he's wearing makes him look even scarier.
A cigar burns in between his lips as I take the side angle of his face, his sharp jawline can cut stares
And he walks towards the van, where the man is forced to stay on his knees.
My eyes blink as I look at the way you just know the man who just walked out of the Mercedes holds the control here.
He motions at the three men holding the injured one to step behind, and they do, causing the injured man to fall to the ground helplessly, and this time I hear the groan.
A groan of pain, and my stomach feels the shiver as the memories of my past comes back into me causing me to fall on the ground, but they don't hear me.
I try to crawl behind, so they can't see me, but I feel stuck
But that doesn't stop the man who looks like a devil, his back facing me now.
Even without uttering a word, he sounded scary, but when he spoke out.
“Did you think you could escape from me?” The devil asks, my body shivers at the calm power behind his words. He isn't shouting, yelling his words.
Or trying to hurt the man who is already on his deathbed. But it's enough to send chills down everyone. A simple question is enough to know that you shouldn't mess with this person, who can be the twin to Satan.
He uses his shoe to lift the injured man's face and looks down at him.
“How long was this going on?” Another question in his calm yet threatening voice.
The injured man struggles to speak.
And he bends his knee slightly, his huge six feet going down as he grabs the injured man before he pulls me by his collar, not minding the blood that gets attached to his palm.
“I might have asked for your last wish. But now I will not. Answer my question Ray, or else you will die, however. But for your silence? I'll have your family pay.
Each day, cursing you even though you will already be in hell”
His voice is sharp, and I feel sorry for the man who is shaking even when he knows he is going to die.
“Since the beginning” the man speaks out.
And the minute his words are out, the devil pushes him on to the ground before he pulls the gun from the inside pocket of his suit
And right in front of my eyes, which are wide in horror, he shoots the already dying man with hatred..
When the injured man stops to move, as he breathes his last breath, the devil drops the gun and one of his men comes towards him with a hand key..
I should probably just close my eyes and count time until this people will leave
But like he can feel my gaze, he twists his eyes to where I am hiding
And his dark gray eyes meet mine..
I fall back, as I try to crawl.
But when I hear footsteps approaching me, my body just goes numb.
“He–llllp” I finally manage to let out a scream as I notice two men stepping in front of me.
The same two men who had held the injured, their hands still carry the trace of the dead man's blood.
The one grips me by my shoulder as he brings me to my foot and clasps his hand around my mouth, the smell of blood on him makes me want to throw up, and I feel nauseous.
The other man points a gun at me as he says, "walk to the boss”
And all I can do is nod, my hands shaking as I try to free myself, but it doesn't matter.
My eyes stare at how they are dragging the dead body out of sight and clearing the space.
But when I face the devil, I know I'm going to be next
“Bryce will let go of you. And if you try to scream?
My gun will be digging through your throat” he warns me.
“What's your name?” He asks after a second, his eyes still making eye contact with me, his voice is firm, clear. There's a sense of gaze in his eyes that can predict your future.
That is death.
“Let her go, Bryce” he mentions to the man who nods and steps behind
I breathe out, through my mouth
"Vivnnn
Vivienne” I breathe out the word with great difficulty, my anxiety sealing my death already.
“What do you do, Vivienne?” He asks, as he throws the hand key after finishing wiping the blood off his hand.
And pulls out a new hand key from his pocket as he takes a step front towards me
“I…
I am.. A wait– waitress” I finish my sentence, my eyes looking away, but when he brings his hand to my face.
I freeze as my eyes meets his again and this time, I feel trapped
“Bryce got some dirt on you” he mentions as he wipes the dirt, that's the blood stains on my face
“So you are a waitress, huh?
How are you going to tell your friends what you saw here?” He asks, and when his thumb traces down my lip, I can't help whimper out of fear.
“ I… I will..
Not.."
Tears fill my eyes.
As I try again
“ Nothing. I will say nothing” I speak out, finally.
A tear trailing down my cheek.
“That will go for a day or two?
Before you go out to the world and explain what you saw?” His lips curl up as he looks at his men who are right behind me.
And I shake my head quickly
“I will,… Not” my voice comes out soft.
And this time he grabs my hand to throw the hand key into my palm
“I don't believe you, Vivienne. I don't have much time either. I have a flight to board” he mentions, as he looks around to see the death scene earned by his men without wasting any second.
“Please, trussst.
Trust me” I stammer the word trust itself.
And he lets out a laugh that echoes in the thin air
“I don't. It's one bargain that I'm not willing to start. Do you see Vivienne? I am a man who doesn't leave traces once he is finished with his targets. I erase people easily. And leaving you behind, will mean that my job is incomplete” he stressed his word, as he reasoned which strangely felt like an invitation.
A death invitation
“I… Please” I managed to say the word.
“I'll be good..
I will.., not tell anyone what happened. Everybody thinks I'm mute, but if something happens to me…”
I didn't know where I was going, I felt terrible, weak, and I could see my death in his eyes as he stared at me
“If something happens to you? Anyone will come looking for you?
Do you think only you have that someone?” He asked with a curious expression.
And I shook my head..
“I will not cause any trouble” I breathe out the words that's barely heard..
“Boss, it's the call from the hospital” a man rushes towards the devil who is looking at me, intently
“Your wife's gone into a coma” the man says, his voice holding the fear as he hands the phone to the devil, aka his boss.
“Finish her”
It's an order,
And her?
It's me
The devil grabs the phone as he turns around to leave, but..
“Please. I don't want to die” I cry out, pleading with him, knowing only he can show some mercy to me and let me go..
“I don't trust you, Vivienne.
Bryce… You know what to do” he dismisses me as he clenches his eyes as he brings the phone to his ear for a brief second and that's when I see the wedding band on his finger that sparkles..
“I haven't given you a chance to not trust me either” I cry out the words as Bryce approach me
And the devil goes still..
“Bryce, when's the annual meeting with Fabio Gavelli?”
The devil questions Bryce who is holding me hostage now, a gun in his hand that's pointed at me carelessly
“In two weeks, boss” Bryce mentions as he pulls me against him, the sharp edge of that is pressed against my skin that feels the burn.
“No one can know my wife's state. And I can't attend the meeting in her absence”
The devil continues to stare at me while he converses with his man, who seems to understand what he means as he hands the phone back to his men.
“You know how to be quiet, little one?" He asks me.
It's a question directed to me
And little one..
Me
“Yes” I speak out, knowing this is my last chance to save myself in the hands of the devil
“Then you are going to pretend as my wife
.
.
.
Mrs. Luciano Vitale”
- Writer
