𝙁𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 ||𝙅𝙤ã𝙤 𝙁é𝙡𝙞𝙭|| (𝙈𝙖𝙛𝙞𝙖 𝘼𝙐)

Chapter 2

I took a tissue paper and turned on the tap water. I soaked the paper a little bit before wiping down the sticky areas.

Even though my whole outfit was a mess, I felt free. I can go out without asking permission. I can hang out with the people I choose. Heck more like I finally have the right to live my own life. Unlike last time.

*2 years ago*

"Joãoooooo" I whined again.

"I said no, bebê." He said sternly and kept looking at his laptop.

"Why not?" I asked and put my arms around behind him from behind.

"I thought I already gave you my answer when you asked for the first time." He replied.

I rolled my eyes. One of my friends invited me to go to a nightclub for her birthday and I wanted to go. However, someone was reluctant to let me go. His reason was that his enemies know who I am and something will happen to me.

"I'll be careful though." I insisted.

He scoffed. "The last time you tried being careful, it ended up on me, killing one of my rivals' goons and almost caused mayhem." He remarked.

"That was like a year ago. How was I supposed to know what they looked like when you never told me?" I argued.

"Bebê when you're with the mafia, you have to be careful who you talk to." He stated.

"More like you're the one who needs to control your anger." I muttered.

"I heard that." He pointed out.

I sighed and was about to give up until I thought of an idea.

I got in front of him and he looked up at me. I straddled his lap and wrapped my legs in his waist while my arms wrapped around his neck. He sighed and leaned back to his chair. I pulled him into a deep and long kiss.

He groaned into the kiss. He wrapped his arms around my waist. I felt his hands going into my shirt and tracing the soft skin. "Please." I begged through the kiss.

He pulled away. "You're still not going." He breathed.

I huffed out and got up from his lap. "Well, it looks like you're not getting this then." I teased. I lifted up my shirt till he could see my bra, for a short time while sticking my tongue out and walked out.

When I was walking through the hallway. I heard him groan loudly. "Porra!" He exclaimed. Immediately I heard a chair moving and footsteps running. (Fuck!)

I laughed and instantly ran to our bedroom with footsteps following behind me.

*Flashback over*

Even though it seemed like a cute and sweet memory. There is always a different side of the story where it was dark and cruel.

After I left him, looking back I realized how I was manipulated by him. At first I thought he was a loving and caring person but as time passed by, I realized that he was a possessive and controlling person.

I shook my head and threw away the paper towel.

When I got out of the bathroom, I bumped myself into a tall figure. "Lo siento." I apologize before walking back to the wave of crowds. (I'm sorry)

As I was walking to the dance floor, the feeling of being followed by someone came back again. I kept looking behind but only saw no one staring at me or creeping towards me. I shrugged off the feeling and started squeezing my way through the crowd.

I walked to the middle of the dance floor where I saw both of them still dancing and drinking. “¡Ya estoy de vuelta, chicas!” I announced. (I’m back, Girls!)

*2 hours later*

The car came to a halt. I stepped outside and looked at the driver's side of the cars. "Gracias chicas. Tuve una noche estupenda." I said before blowing a kiss. (Thanks girls. I had a great night.)

"¡Bienvenido!" I heard Luisa shout before the car sped off. (You're welcome!)

As the car sped off, I entered the building till I was in front of the stairs. I huffed out and took off my high heels since it was starting to hurt and tiring plus I will have to go up two flights of stairs to get to my place.

I put the key in the keyhole of my door and unlocked it. I entered the room and threw my purse at the kitchen counter and turned on the kitchen light.

I let out a shocking gasp when I saw a dark and shadowy figure sitting at the single sofa that is at the end of the dark living room.

"¡¿Quién diablos eres tú?!" I demanded. (Who the fuck are you?!)

Instead of answering, the figure just reached out to the glass beside him at the table. Once I got a close look at the liquid and the bottle, I realized that he's drinking one of my expensive wines.

"Oye, ¿por qué estás bebiendo eso?" I asked angrily. He didn't seem to be bothered since he kept on drinking. "¡Eso me llevó mucho tiempo conseguirlo!" I exclaimed.

(Hey, why are you drinking that?) (That took me a long time to get it!)

"I'll give you another one." The voice suddenly said.

I rolled my eyes. "And exactly how will you get that?" I asked in a mocking tone. "That wine is rare here." I pointed out.

He turned to face the glass and looked back at me. "This wine?" He questioned. I nodded. "Huh where I live, this is actually one of the common ones." He said casually.

I rolled my eyes. "Well that's your country and not mine." I snapped. "Now I'm not gonna ask you again! Who are you and what gives you the right to break into my apartment and drink all my wines?" I ask through my gritted teeth.

He set the glass at the table and stood up. Slowly I walked myself to the counter top where there are knives in the drawer. "I know you're going to the knives." He pointed out. I stopped in my tracks while figuring out on which weapon to choose next.

"Who are you?" I asked again.

"You really don't recognize me?" He questioned.

I shook my head. "You're in the dark, how am I supposed to see you?" I ask.

He took two steps to the front to get away from the darkness. A wave of fear suddenly crashed all over my body once he stepped into the illuminating light. My hand started to form sweat and shake. My breathing also became shaky.

"Do you recognize me now, Marissa, or should I say?....." He paused in the middle of asking me. "Sofia" He said while tilting his head to the side.

No