Chapter 26
LEIGH-ARI
After my little conversation with the hooligan, he insisted I take a bath, and seeing as how he was on the
edge of losing it; I had no choice but toply with him.
Something about him was vaguely off, and no matter how much I knew to calm people down, there was
no calming him down. He was insane in his own way and I didn’t want to tick him off, not while I was still
clueless as to why they captured me. He seemed to be a very well poised psychopath who would skin
you alive while he had a poker face.
So nope! I wasn’t ying anywhere near him.
After eating, he took me down the staircases and beyond the lounge. I was really in awe of the interior
and everything about this ce. The room which I woke up in, seemed to be in a tower, and I had
chuckled to myself when I realized they had locked me in a tower, like some kind of a princess in tales.
After walking non-stop, rounding corners, and climbing up and down the stairs, we came to a very big
and opulent hallway that had deep red carpets. the walls were decorated in my pictures and I couldn’t
help the shudder of panic that tore through me. I wasn’t only kidnapped by the crazy mafia boss and his
twin, the fuckers had to be stalkers.
all the pictures on the wall were the ones taken recently, while in some, I looked very young. I had so
many questions, so many questions I wanted to ask but as soon as he turned, and stared at me with his
hard face, daring me to question him about the pictures on the wall or anything at all; they all flew outside
the window. All I did was swallow down very loud, and walk with my head raised high. I wasn’t going to
give them the satisfaction of fear, I wasn’t
going to let them see that I was scared shitless.
We walked a few feet and stopped in front of two white double doors. there were also doors on each side
of them, one on the left, one on the right. Opposite to the three doors, there were yet other doors on the
side, but I didn’t know what they held.
He pushed the big doors open and got in before me, then waited for me toe inside.
“This is your room. Get ready and I will have someone pick you up in 30.” With that, he left the room
without a second nce and got lost in this maze of a castle.
After my quick survey and tour around the room, I peeled off my clothes and stepped into the tub of
water. I went all out and rxed inside the luxury of hot, scalding water that soothed m y muscles and
my mind. I didn’t want to think of anything at the moment. I just bathed.
Later, I stepped outside of the bathroom with a fluffy white towel wrapped around my torso and found a
red ankle-length dress with cream wedgesid gently on the dresser. the size of both the dress and
shoes was mine and before panic settled in, I remembered that there were
more than 20 portraits of me marring the hallway just outside the room. the clothes of my size couldn’t be
creepier than that.
I pulled on the elegant yet chic dress and put on the jewelry ornaments that were ced neatly on the
tray beside the garments. the jewelry was a pair of diamond earrings and a diamond bracelet, and I will
admit it, they looked good on me.
Right on the clock, a knock on my door was sounded and I braced myself for what came next:
“Come in!” I called out after nervously clearing my throat. The door swung open and in came a man in a
white dress shirt and ck cks. Like the hooligan, he had neat shiny dress shoes and 2 silver earrings
on his ears. There was an ugly scar down his right cheek and his sleek ck hair was gelled backward
and tied in a low ponytail. From his
d tied in a low ponytail. From his appearance only, I could tell that I was indeed in the mafia den and this
man right here, was one of the bad guys.
“Miss Montreal.” He made a small bow and I was taken aback by the kind gesture.
“Yes?”
“My name is Ciello. And I will be taking you out today.” He informed in a hard grave voice.
“What about Vernero?” I couldn’t call him a Hooligan in front of his man, I still wanted to live.
“He had to leave to take care of something.” This man’s voice was nice, especially with that Italian ent
dripping heavily in it.
“So he is noting with us?”
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“Yes ma’am.” Great! Fucking, fucky, great! This was the chance.
“Okay!” I said softly with a smile and he gestured me to exit the room.
I walked out of the room with him trailing behind me and we milled around the maze of a house until we
came down to the lobby. The ce was abnormally empty, given the fact that i t seemed to be a giant
ass castle.
“Where is everyone?” I asked as if I had the clue as to how things worked here.
“They are in their chambers, ma’am. The west wing is for Mr. Lorenzo, Mr. Vernero and you only. The
east wing is for us, and everyone.” He said decreasing his pace, waiting for me to take my time
appreciating the crazy architecture and decor.
“So this is the west wing?” I asked almost to myself, awed beyond words at the rich, deluxe decor. there
were gold statues some other crazy shits. there was no doubt to the fact that this; was indeed the lion’s
den.
“Yes ma’am.” I appreciated his patience with me. after a couple of heartbeats, we exited the west wing
and spiraled down the big stairs that connected the two wings.
If one got lost inside this ce, well; good luck finding your way out!
After a millennia milling inside, we stopped outside the grand house into a clearing. Big palm
trees decorated the sides of the stone-paved path while the nicely trimmed hedges added to the mix
There were four cars parked outside and we walked to the ck, shiny Mercedes Benz SUV where
Ciello opened the back door for me and got in the front seat.
He handed me a pair of Chanel sunsses and hell; I have never dressed thisvishly!
We left Dark Woods infortable silence as he drove us to the nearby town. I wasn’t surprised by the
realization that the castle was at some secluded ce. That was highly expected from well… you
guessed it!
The time we drew nigh the city, I had made a quick n of how I was going to leave the ce. There
was no way I was going back to those maniacs. I had to leave this ce!