She was just a new member. Supposed to take information by torturing not going around, making bets, going on missions, sleeping with the handsome boss and more specifically falling for him.
"You're playing a very dangerous game. Didn't I warn you...
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Clara's POV:
"What about your family?" I ask staring at Francesco.
"I lost my mother due to cancer when I was nineteen and my father died when I was twenty five. He had a heart attack." He says.
"Mommy mommy open your eyes." Francesca says.
"She will never open them again. She is dead." Francesco says hugging her sister.
"Why do they call you a killing machine?" I ask.
"When I was eighteen I was reckless going around having fun. Messing around having sex with different girls. My father was done with me so he decided to send me to the army. He signed me up. We went on a war and let me tell you there was this rage coming over me. Like a beast taking control of me while I murder everyone." He says with a sigh. I nod.
"Your story was an intense one." He says.
"Yeah. At least I am out if A's right? What's your middle name?" I ask. He clears his throat.
"What?" I ask.
"I am Francesco Alev Altieri." He says. Alev means fire in Turkish. Great just great. I nod.
"How wonderful." I say. I yawn.
"Sleep Clara." He says. I nod closing my eyes while leaning on his arm.
*****
I open my eyes in Francesco's arm. When did we got in this bed? I stare at him. Tracing my finger over his face.
He opens his eyes staring at me.
"Good morning." I whisper.
"Good morning." He replies. Now what? I get up looking around. Well still in my bra and panties.
I put my clothes on after looking around the cottage for something to eat. Oh my god. Honey. I open the jar, using my finger to eat a little bit.
"Fuck I am vegan." I say putting the jar away from me. I lick the rest off of my finger cause I don't want to get sticky.
"What are you doing?" Francesco asks. His eyes darker than usual.
"Oh darling I made breakfast." I say teasingly handing him the jar. He grabs it while I exit. I get out of the cottage looking around.
Fuck the ground is muddy. I close the door going back in. If they really love us they will find us.
"What are you doing?" Francesco asks.
"Umm waiting for you to lead the way." I say nodding to myself.
"We better get going." He says opening the door. When he sees the floor he rolls his eyes at me.
****
"We will never arrive." I say. We are walking and walking and walking but the jungle never ends.
"It's been three hours." I say.
"Come on Clara it's barely half am hour." He say rolling his eyes. Well ok I was exaggerating but doesn't change my point. I got tired and bored like a three hours walk.
"Do you even know where are we going?" I ask.
"Of course not. Do I look like Mowgli or something." He says. He is already annoyed. Well same Francesco, you're no fun.
"Then where are we going?" I ask.
"Somewhere with civilization. The first place we saw a sign of civilization we will stop." He says. Is he kidding me?
"Driving here didn't even seem that hard." I mumble. I prefer taking the car out of the lake instead of walking all this way. Am I lazy?
After an hour of walking we found a motel. Never have I ever, I thought I would be happy to find a motel. There is also a gas station not so far from it. Congratulations to us we exited the jungle. But we are on the other side of it. A whole new place, To me at last.
"Hallelujah." I say as Francesco starts walking toward the motel. It's cloudy and I don't want another session under rain.
"Hi how may I help you." The receptionist asks.
"Can I call someone from your phone." Francesco asks without hesitation.
"Hi." I add.
"I am sorry but the lines aren't working." She says.
"What?" Francesco asks.
"There was a storm last night and there is another one coming. The lines aren't working." She says.
"Do you have food? I am this close to pass out from hunger." I say. No I am not close to passing out I am close to kill everyone. Hungry means angry. They both have ngry if that's not a sign I don't know what is.
"Yes you can have it in dining room or order and have it in your room." She says. A room I want that.
"I want a room." I say.
"Let's go." Francesco says rolling his eyes.
"Where?" I ask.
"We will walk till we find someone who will arrive us there." He says. No hell no. Even if he pays me a billion dollar I won't accept that. Walking in the storm till someone finds us? Is he crazy or something.
"Oh sure. Why not? You think I am crazy to stay here instead of walking under the storm while being hungry? Of course I will walk. Go I am right behind you." I say.
"Give me my keys." I mouth to the receptionist. She is staring between me and Francesco.
"He is crazy." I mouth.
"Clara I am serious." He says.
"So am I. Go I am right behind you." I say.
"My keys." I mouth.
"Clara." Francesco growls.
"Fine I am not coming even if you pay me a billion dollar. Happy?" I ask.
"Come on Francesco stay or leave. Be my guest on both of it." I say shrugging.
"Do you have vegan food?" I ask.
"I don't think so." She says.
"Please. Come on. Put some vegetables in a bread or something. Just give me fruits and vegetables." I ask. Isn't today my day?
"I want a room as well." Francesco says. Finally he is back to his senses.
"There is just one available." She says staring at us.
"I was the first to ask." I say. It's my right. Francesco didn't want to stay anyway.
"Bring me two or three dishes to our room." Francesco says grabbing the keys from her hand. How dare he? He then takes my hand dragging me to my well our room.
