Chapter 23: FRANCESCA MINIONS.

DIANA'S POV

“Rascal.” I commented as I watched Francesca retreating. I didn't understand why she resented me so much and as time passed by, I felt the same way towards her.

I shrugged my shoulders as I continued sniffing the scent of the flowers around. I didn't know Enzo had a garden until I met Franco this afternoon. He told me where to get the scenery and the quiet place was in the garden; since he wasn't with the keys, he ordered a maid to get a spare from Francesca.

That should be the reason for her spite but I didn't care, she was the least of my problems, I had other things to worry about… Dante,Enzo-

“Why won't he remember anything that happened?” I mumbled to myself as I frowned. But wasn't it for the best if he doesn't remember? At least there won't be any awkwardness between us.

I told myself mentally as I continued feasting my eyes till I got weary.

“I've brought your food.” Franco announced as he entered my room. I glanced around and walked to the table with a little smile on my face.

“I have noticed how succumbing you are.” Franco commented and I opened the covers of the food.

“What can I do? I need to live for myself and my dead family. There's no way of escape for me.” I spoke sadly and I saw the change of expression on his face.

Was he feeling guilty too? I have noticed how friendly Franco had become these days and he wasn't as bad as I thought.

Just Enzo…

“Eat up and rest.” Franco spoke as he began to retreat. He paused in his steps as he began to hear noises from below.

“What was that?” I asked and he glanced at me.

“Francesca brought some friends two days ago.” He explained and I formed my mouth into an ‘O’.

“Was that the reason you stopped me from leaving this room?” I asked.

“Don isn't around at the moment, he's on a business trip. It is best if you stay in your room without having anything to do outside.” He spoke before leaving.

That was strange… was he trying to protect me? From Francesca and her friends?

I mistakenly bursted out laughing at that thought, thankfully, I hadn't started eating, if not I would have choked on the food. My mind drifted to the day I manhandled her and I chuckled.

“Francesca is nothing to me… she might probably keep friends with such weakness.” I mumbled before eating the delicacy before me.

“That's true, Enzo.” I dropped my spoon as Franco's words came to my mind. Enzo had travelled? That explains why I haven't seen him since the past three days. What was he up to, or was he searching for my brother to end him too?

My heart clenched together with my ribs in a form of suffocation and I frowned in sadness. Reality had hit me hard once again.

Enzo was my enemy and he would stop at nothing to bring down the last of the D'Angelo family. I just hoped he hadn't caught up with Dante.

I was trying to take an evening nap when I heard a knock on my door. “ Hey prisoner,hope you're still alive?” An unfamiliar voice spoke and I fluttered my eyes open, still laying on my bed.

“She might have killed herself, should we break the door?” Another voice asked.

“That Bitch tried to kill herself with shards of broken glasses.” That was Francesca's voice and obviously her minions.

Would I ever get the nap I desire?

“I guess she looked pathetic.”

“ She's awful and ugly.”

“Eww.”

“That's why I call her filth.”

“Such attributed characteristics of a prisoner. I can imagine what she looks like.”

“I want to see her too, prisoner, can't you jump out of your window? We want to see you.”

“There isn't a window to fit her body through. Just a small hole for her to have oxygen to breathe. Hahaha.” Francesca's annoying laughter surpassed her minions as they laughed uncontrollably.

I felt like strangling them with my hands but I couldn't do anything, Franco had locked the door… I might as well beg him to open the door next time he comes.

They left afterwards and everywhere became silent and I could finally get the sleep I wanted.

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The next day, Franco didn't lock the door and told me I could walk around but I should try to avoid Francesca and her minions. That was an easier task but deep down, I wanted to see the faces of those minions.

I felt so tempted to go back to the garden but I knew the keys were with her and I didn't want to cause trouble. I walked slowly down the hallway, heading to the balcony when I saw a petite figure twirling her hair around impatiently.

The moment she saw me, a crooked smile crept to her lips and she caught up to my pace.

“You're the prisoner, am I wrong?” She asked, glancing at me from head to toe in disdain.

I ignored her and continued working, controlling myself from doing anything.

“How dare you walk out on me!” She yelled angrily and immediately, I saw Francesca with two other ladies coming towards me.

I scrutinized each one of her minions and there was something peculiar about them including Francesca.

Plastics.

Why didn't I notice on time?

“Look who we have here, This Filth.” Francesca gouged at me.

“Truly, she looks like one.” One of the ladies spoke irritably.

“At Least I am natural, not like y'all plastics and fake.” I spatted nonchalantly and I could feel their cheeks getting red in embarrassment and anger.

“How dare this little bitch!” One of them charged forward with raised arms…Just as the  hand was about to land on my cheek, I felt a presence and I could sense his masculine scent.

Enzo.

“ Lay your hands on her and You're dead.” His voice masked with coldness.