3. Game On
I heard a muffled snort. This man was actually amused at what I'd just said.
"By now, I've realized that one just doesn't talk around you. But I can't help but wonder why you think it's funny that I'm a virgin." After saying this, a part of me expected to get hit. And I was darn right.
He threw a jab at my stomach, but before I fell to the ground in unconsciousness, my mind quickly wondered why I was getting so beat up.
The next time I opened my eyes, I was in a well-furnished, gold-themed room. Am I dead? Is this heaven? Where are the Angels? So many thoughts were flooding my head. The door swung open and a pretty, petite girl walked in with her head hanging low. Observing her made me observe that I was covered in bandages, and I had just a nightgown on.
"Good morning, ma'am. " She offered her greetings but I was too puzzled to respond. Why was she talking to me like that? It was just me.
"Regina." I corrected her, but she completely ignored me.
"Where are my clothes? What's happened?"
I questioned her nervously.
"The Boss ordered me to discard them. He said they were too rough for you to keep wearing."
Oh, so he beats me up and then tries to take care of me.
"The Boss has asked me to check whether you're awake."
"What happens if I am?"
"I'm to bring you before him, so he can decide what to do with you."
Huh?
"Oh...I thought we were past that chapter. So you're going to tell him now that I'm awake?"
"Yes ma'am."
I sighed. She left the room, even before I could say anything. The whole situation was just like a jigsaw puzzle. He kidnapped me, threatened to kill me, beat me up, rendered care to me, and now he wants to decide my fate. All in one day! Wait, it wasn't the same day. So that jab actually knocked me out for hours. I could only imagine what he was like when actively fighting.
The door swung open again and the girl rushed in, holding one part of her cheek.
"He hit you."
I stated.
She nodded so quickly, as tears ran down her cheeks.
"I...I was supposed to bring you along with me to show him you were awake. But I left to tell him first. That was wrong of me."
"Boy, is that man a tyrant. Well, what would you expect from the Mafia?"
"Shhhh.. don't.. don't say that word in here."
"But, isn't that what he is? What they are? What they all are?"
"I could report you to The Boss and he'll have you killed straightaway."
When she said this, I took in a sharp breath. I realized that moment, that nearly everyone was mesmerized by this person and his tyranny, that it made them stay loyal to him.
"I'm, I'm sorry."
After I said this, we both left to his quarters.
She left, immediately after we got in. He was sitting on a chair that faced the large window in his room. He looked so majestic as he stood up and walked toward me. I couldn't deny that I was struck by his handsomeness, almost found myself willing to be touched by him. Little did I know that one day, it was going to happen, and my life would be changed forever.
"You don't look much, after all."
He said, but I was absentmindedly imagining a life as his wife. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a clap. It was him.
"Sorry, sorry, I...I was .." I tried to explain myself.
"Still hazy from yesterday's smacks, huh?"
He teased. Perhaps he didn't know that he let himself smile a little. It was gorgeous. I looked at his lips as they slightly spread, but folded back up again.
"I... I'm just...yes sir."
"You finally get the point."
"Yes, sir."
"You don't talk freely around me. No one does."
"Yes sir."
"Good. I haven't decided what to do with you yet. But I'll be lenient until I figure something out. You'll be staying in the room you woke up in. The girl that tended to you will remain your servant. "
Hold on. What?? A personal servant??
Lenience??
I was speechless. My ears couldn't believe my eyes! I thought I was coming here to be probably brutally killed.
"Are you listening?? " He asked impatiently. I swallowed and cleared my throat.
"I...I ..yes sir." I knew if I'd said more than I should, he would smack me again. I knew I was a worthless piece of trash that he could dispose of any minute, simply because of what my father did.
He came closer to me, as his eyes fell to my breasts.
"Maybe you'll be useful after all. Get out."
"Yes sir."
"Gray."
"Sir?"
"Call me Gray."
Back at the house, my stepmother didn't stop troubling my father.
"Is she dead??"
She kept asking over and over.
"Trisha, would you just give it a rest? She got taken away, ain't that enough?"
"Like hell it is! What if that boss guy decides to show some mercy? He'll be coming for you next."
"And maybe I'll offer you up to him this time."
"You're a fool, George, if you think for one second that I'd let me or my daughter get hurt."
"I can't deal with you right now Trisha."
He walked out of the house.
"Mum, why do you and Dad keep arguing about Regina? She's gone already." Nancy, my archenemy and stepsister came out to the sitting room to drop her unnecessary two cents.
"We have to be sure she's dead. If she's not, he'll come for someone else." Trisha sounded really desperate.
"Why do you think that he won't kill her?"
"Because she's pretty!"
Nancy was a little hurt that her mum admitted my beauty. But she tried to shake it off.
"I'm pretty too!" She declared, but that was far from her mother's concerns.
"We have to be sure that she's good and dead."
Trisha looked really serious so Nancy understood that she was hatching a plan.
"What are we going to do ma?"
"Leave that to me, honey. None of us is going to take the fall for your stepfather's foolishness."
"Yeah, I'll meet you there shortly," Trisha said, as she hung up her phone and put in
"Where are you going?"
My dad asked with so much curiosity, but Trisha just gave him the rudest answer.
"To do something like a woman with balls."
She walked out on him. He sighed as he watched her go. One could have thought that he was starting to regret ever marrying her.
"Ugh! I just hope Regina's really dead."
He said.
"She has blue eyes and a brown hair. Be sure to get her good, okay? Get the job done, and you'll get the complete payment." Trisha was talking to a strange-looking man who had a rather tacky hoodie on.
"But how am I supposed to get this right if I don't have a photo of the girl?" He asked.
"I've given you an accurate description. That's all the info you need."
With that, she walked away from the man, got in her car, and zoomed off. The man stared blankly at the vehicle.
"Damn, this lady's dumb. Well, I'll kill someone. Wouldn't matter who, as long as I get the job done and get my damn payment."