Chapter 8 8

Jane's p o v

When the guard says this, Quinn Enricho rises up to face him.

" No! " I screamed with my eyes on the screen.

" Please, don't. " I look up at him, his broad back turned to me but he doesn't even show the slightest sign that he heard my voice.

" I wasn't running away because of him. He's not even my boyfriend. He's just my friend. I wasn't running away because of him. You have to believe me please! He's just my friend. We've been friends since we were kids. " My head hangs and tears rush down my cheeks as I grip the system in front of me and peer into the screen again.

Tim was still there about to be shot. " Please don't hurt him. " My tears knew no end as I pleaded.

Quinn turns around finally and although my vision is blurred by my tears, I can tell he was staring at me.

" Please. "

Quinn turns slightly as he waves his hand at the guard and calls. " Stand down. "

I was relieved but my tears continue to flow when one of the men snatches the system from my grip.

I couldn't stop crying.

I pause when Quinn's figure casts a shadow over me. I don't raise my head to look up at him while I sniffle loudly.

" You mustn't make me do this again, Lucia. " I hear his soft voice before he squats before me. His fingers go through my frontal hair and he tucks it behind my ear. " I know everything you think you want to hide. " His thumb rubs the under of my eyes to wipe off the tears and I slightly raise my head to look into his face before me.

I hated him. I hated him so much.

" You can't run. Not from me, Lucia. " He whispers. " No matter how you try or where you run to, I always have my eyes on you.

I hate to see you cry. So don't make me hurt you again ,Lucia. " His hand drops to cover his knee. " Are we clear? " He whispers but my head remains hung and I don't say a word.

" Are we clear? " His voice howled louder and I shook my head quickly.

Before fully rising up, he says. " Good. " And stands behind me. I feel his warm hands grab me by the arms and lift me up to my feet and my shoulders go up in reflex as I feel his lips near my ear.

" Your boyfriend is safe. You can assure yourself of that if you behave yourself. "

He led me back to my room with his hands still tightly gripping my arms from behind.

I hang my head the whole time and I feel like a mentally sick patient being led to her ward in a mental facility.

The irony was the case because clearly, this guy was the insane one and had no idea what he was doing.

When he was gone, I fell back on the bed and dipped my trembling fingers into my hair and scratched hard.

What on earth was happening to me?

Why did this have to be happening to me?

Why out of all the ladies out there, I had to be the one in this mess? I had to be the one who shared the same face with a Mafia boss's fiancée? Dead fiancée for that matter. Why me?

Tim was right after all. When he said something about that letter coming from a notorious Mafia boss, I had thought he was bluffing. Even he laughed and made the whole thing seem like a joke.

Now it's been three days and I have absolutely no idea where I was except that I'm in a villa. I haven't even seen the sunrise ever since the day those men captured me except from through my always locked window.

It would soon be sunrise in a few hours and I was already weak from all the running and crying. I was going to stay awake for the rest of the morning. I knew that because I was too hurt to even feel sleepy.

I only realized I had slept the moment I opened my eyes to see the sun standing high up in the sky through the see-through curtains that hung over the circle top windows.

The room was the luxurious kind and I had been thinking it was too good for someone like me to live in.

With a modern Italian interior design, every piece of furniture was in the same style and soft peach color.

The straight wardrobe which stood to the wall was opposite the vanity table set that had numerous drawers and a round matching mirror on top.

Opposite my bed was a sofa on top which I never sat on or touched its soft looking pillows. The sofa had a small tea table in front of it.

My large bed was on top of a thick soft brown rug and in-between two bedside stools that had small spiral glass lanterns on top of them.

Above my bed hung a similar spiral designed chandelier with arrays of hanging crystal prisms through which the room was illuminated at most times of the day.

The only thing that didn't seem to belong in this kind of room was me.

I was just an ordinary girl who could only dream of cleaning these kinds of rooms, not actually sleeping in them while always reading about good mansions and fancy wristwatches.

It was any girl's dream to have such a life of luxury. I have actually always wanted it...

My reflections on the life here received an interruption when the door slides open and I listen to the footsteps.

Because of the wardrobe you couldn't see the door, so if I wanted to instantly know who was inside with me, I had to recognize their footsteps.

And just as I expected, Quinn approaches me, counting his steps.

He was in a white long sleeved shirt that fitted closely around his muscles, especially the arms. He was very fit and I couldn't help but admire his physique as he approached me.

His sleeves are folded up to his forearms and I see the Rolex watch strapped around his left wrist, a Gold Daytona it was, I could tell when he got closer.

With my legs hurled up against my chest, I stare up at his calm eyes. I didn't know why he was suddenly standing here in front of me this morning without saying a word. I was spooked by his presence but I tried hard not to be intimidated if that's what he was trying to do. Finally, his lips part open and he says

" Get dressed, we're gonna be having breakfast with my family. "