I could not believe what I was seeing in front of me. Out of everything, this was not something I had expected to be happening behind these closed doors.
Why was I surprised though?
I don't know what I was expecting to see in his office, maybe him hard at work plotting a kidnapping scheme, him counting his money, a dead body or better yet him holding someone at gun point.
Those all seemed like better situations compared to the one I had just walked in on.
The blonde on the ground only glanced over her shoulder once to see who was there, and when she saw it was me, she only smirked, then turns back around and got back to business.
Was that supposed to make me jealous? Had this bitch lost her mind?
Emilio on the other hand seemed unaffected and unfazed by the situation. He was now looking at me with a cocky smirk, with the blonde still sucking him off.
"What do you want?" he let out through a groan.
What was I supposed to say? 'Oh hey I just came in here to let you know that what had happened between us was a mistake and it won't happen again'.
He obviously couldn't give too shit about what had happened, so why was I still standing here.
Deciding against answering him, I spun on my heel and exited his office, slamming the door close behind me.
I felt used and dirty. I wanted to beat myself up for thinking that maybe he did care.
I had no idea why I felt an attraction towards him. Maybe it was because he was the most male attention I had every received.
I mean he clearly knew his way around the bedroom if he could make me cum with just his fingers. Plus he was the first guy to ever touch me like that, the first guy that ever made me cum. What was I saying? Of course he was the first guy to make me cum, because I was a virgin, who didn't have time for guys or relationships.
I had this whole scenario of what would happen in my mind, of me entering into his office and telling him that what had happened was a mistake. Instead of agreeing with me, he would tell me that it wasn't a mistake and that he felt something for me.
I laughed a little at that incredulous idea that I had formed in my mind. Stupid, stupid Layla.
I watched too my movies and read too many books, because those shit lie.
People don't just change overnight.
I keep forgetting that I don't want to be here and I'm being held against my will.
Suddenly an idea popped up in my mind. If I were to destroy his things in his house, maybe he'll get tired of me and finally let me go or kill me.
Fuck it. Fuck this. It wouldn't hurt to try. Ok, it could hurt a lot, but at this point I didn't care.
I know it was an impulsive decision that I might regret later, but I was bubbling over with so much rage, that all I could see was red.
Walking along the hallway, I began breaking anything that could be broken. I took the paintings off the wall and smashed them against the wall.
I toppled over the statues that could be moved and knocked the vases off the tables. Tilting my head to the side I decided to kick the tables over too.
Skipping over the mess I made, I pranced happily down the stairs where I continued my mission, smashing anything in sight. I was still surprised that no one had even tried to stop me.
Shrugging my shoulders, I smiled happily as I walked into the kitchen. It was so spotless, but not for long.
Opening up the cupboards, I began throwing plates and bowls over my shoulder as I emptied out the cupboard. Opening more cupboards I found the glasses and some china.
I broke everything in the kitchen that I could except for a bowl, which I had saved for my cereal. I sat down on a barstool at the island partially covered in broken glass. I was surrounded by broken glass everywhere on the floor as I poured my cereal in my bowl.
I was happily eating my cereal when I heard an angry voice shout.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK HAPPENED IN HERE!?" Emilio shouted from somewhere in the house.
OH good. He must have seen my new décor. I'm guessing by the tone of his voice that he does not like it, I pouted.
I could hear several footsteps stomping about on the broken things on the floor, but I did not let them stop me from enjoying my cereal.
The footsteps were drawing closer now. There was too much adrenaline running through my system for me to actually be afraid of anything right now.
One angry face and two amused faces greeted me back from the doorway.
"Oh hey guys. Don't you like what I have done with the place? I mean it looks way better now" I smiled satisfied with my hard work.
Emilio looked as if he was restraining himself from strangling me to death, while Luca and Enzo were trying very hard to keep a straight face.
Emilio never uttered a sound as he stood with his hands by his side in a fist.
"Cereal anyone?" I asked politely.
"Yes please" Enzo grinned as he walked over to me.
"Oh right. I totally forgot that I broke all the bowls in here. You can just take it in your hands" I suggested.
Enzo stopped in his tracks at what I said and burst out laughing with Luca chuckling in the background. Emilio still had a scowl on his face, which doesn't suit him at all.
He was still standing there shaking in anger; never once had he uttered a single word.
Until, he marched over to me and gripped my arm in a painful hold. Dragging me along behind like he always does, I tried to keep up with his long strides.
This time, however, we didn't take the stairs and instead he was dragging me to an unknown location.
I began panicking as I tried desperately to free my arm from his strong hold, to no vail. He was going to kill me, I was sure of it.
He dragged towards the basement door, where I began thrashing around wildly. Holding me against him preventing me from moving, he continues his journey.
We were now going down a flight of stairs. When we got to the bottom, I quickly scanned my surroundings in fright.
I could see from a distance through the window of a room, to what looked like guns. Oh shit. There were so many guns and different weapons in that room I stiffened in fear.
I was surely going to die.
I also saw what looked like a shooting range. Emilio dragged me away from the bottom of the stairs and opened another door.
In this room there were cells. Opening an empty cell, he threw me inside and locked me in.
Rushing towards the bars I stuck my hand out and grabbed onto his arm.
"Please don't do this" I pleaded with him on the verge of tears.
"You should have thought about that before you destroyed my house, sweetheart" he snapped at me.
"What did you expect to accomplish out of this little stunt of yours? Did you think I would grow tired of your antics and let you go?" he asked mockingly.
"Yes" I whispered, suddenly feeling stupid.
How on earth did I think that this would have landed me my freedom? I mean at the time I wasn't really thinking at all.
I guess I wanted him to hurt like I had seeing him with that blonde. I know we weren't together or anything, but I still let my emotions get the best of me.
"You stupid, stupid girl. You should know by now thats does never going to happen. The only way you'll escape me is in death" he smirked.
"To think that by now you would know that your actions have consequences, but here you are destroying the shit in my house. I'm going to leave you in here to cool off and reflect upon your actions" he said as a father would who was scolding their child, turning around to leave.
"Oh and by the way you're cleaning up the mess you made in my house" he said over his shoulder.
"Fuck you" I called out after him.
"Soon" he said turning around to send me a wink, as he closed the door behind him.
Ugh. The nerve of this guy.
When he was gone I took this opportunity to scan my surroundings.
There were a few other cells in here, some occupied and some vacant. Taking a look at the cell beside me, I saw a man who was covered in blood. He appeared to be dead as he sprawled out on the floor, but I was able to make out the faint fall and rise of his chest.
"Hey there sweetheart" I heard a voice in front of me.
There before me in another cell was a man who had been beaten, but not nearly as bad as the man beside me. He was checking me out as he licked his lips.
Stepping back in disgust, I sat on the ground, over the corner of my cell away from the man bleeding out. I was so terrified of this place, that all I could do was sit back, hoping that Emilio would come get me soon.
I would rather clean up all the mess I made, than be down here with these creepy men. Especially, the one that was currently eye fucking me as I pushed myself into the wall, as if that could shield me from his disgusting stare.
I'm going to die down here, I thought to myself as I leaned against the wall trembling in fear.
End of chapter 9. Please remember to vote;)