"I-I-I.." I trailed off, trembling like a leaf under his intense stare.
If thought I had seen Luca angry before, it was because I hadn't yet seen him now.
"Look, I'm really sorry. I thought I'd clean the room because it had some specks of dust, and I got carried away," I stumbled over my words, stepping backwards as he approached me with predatory strides.
"What. Did. I. Tell. You. About. Touching. My. Things." He gritted out when he was now inches away from me. His hands were now curled into fists.
"I'm sorry," I stated in a rush, trying to walk around him, but he grabbed me with brute force and slammed me into the wall.
His eyes were as red as blood, and veins popped on his forehead. He was really pissed. Gosh, I had really messed up!
"Please, Luca," I found myself pleading, my hands clasped together between us. The murderous glint in his eyes made a chill run down my spine.
"I see you really are dying to have me kill you. Well then, so be it!"
I froze at his words. He pulled me out of his office with him. I stepped on the glass as he pulled me, and it cut my foot, making me wince in pain. "Ouch!" I cried out.
Luca wasn't moved. I pulled my bloody foot along the tiles as he pulled me with him.
"Luca, please, I'm sorry," I begged again, scared for my life as he opened yet a third door in the room that I had no clue was there, squirming and struggling to free myself.
He led me down a fleet of dark stairways. This place almost looked like a forbidden part of the mansion. There was no light except for the glows from burning torches by the walls.
My heart raced as I recognised where he was taking me to. The torture rooms. I began to cry even louder. This was not how I thought my life would end. I still had many great plans for my life after my mission.
"Luca, I'm so sorry."
"I didn't mean to break the portrait."
"Please don't kill me."
I tried to glue my feet to the ground to prevent myself from moving, but he just swung me over his shoulders like I weighed nothing. My bloody foot stained his white shirt, but he didn't look like he cared in the least bit.
Was he really angry about the portrait, or was there something more to it? Had his father offended him again? Had someone offended him to make him this mad?
I gasped when he flung me down harshly onto a cold, hard stone floor and walked out. If the blood stains on the walls weren't enough to scare me, the darkness of the room terrified me greatly.
It was only lit by a single torch with a flickering flame. It would soon burn out. There was also a single chair and a single bed.
"Luca, I'm sorry," I cried again, rushing out with him when he shoved me back in and shut the huge metal door.
I screamed and screamed as I heard his footsteps fade into the distance.
"Luca, your family would wonder where I am!" I screamed finally, playing my final card.
A breath of relief escaped my lips when I heard his feetsteps walking back to me. His face soon appeared in the only tiny square hole on the door. It had a cruel smirk.
"Oh, darling, this is my house, and my family knows that I make the rules around here. Trust me, they would be fine not seeing you at the table. In fact, it'll be a relief. It's not like they ever gave a damn about you," he seethed, venom lacing his every word. They came as a rude slap to my face.
With that, he walked away, leaving me too stunned to speak.
I felt my body quake with tears as I sobbed profusely into my palms.
Finally, Trevor's words had come to pass. I was really very immature, and now I have screwed up this mission.
What would happen to my mother now? Would anyone even care if Luca tortured me in the worst ways possible and finally killed me? Or would he leave me here to due of my wound infection?
The agency would only just send another agent, one more qualified. Chief Slade would even be more rejoice, seeing as I had not agreed to his wish. He would probably even use me as an example to any other lady who dared reject his advances ever again.
My heart sunk into the pit of my stomach, and I felt the urge to scream. I placed my hands over my mouth to muffle the scream.
The smell of this place made me so sick I could almost throw up, but I held myself together, pulling myself together in one corner of the room and staring around.
Suddenly, as I struggled to see in the dark, I stepped on something. My heart skipped a beat as I felt around for it. What was that? Was it an insect?
I tried to pick it up but felt a sharp sting to my finger. "Ahh!" I screamed loudly before I could help myself.
It was an insect. I was about to throw it away when I suddenly felt it again and gasped.
No way! It wasn't an insect. It was the recording device I had lost when I was forced to watch Luca kill someone. The sharp edge of it was what stung me.
I jumped to my feet. Was I in the room where he had killed that innocent man?
My heart raced frantically as nightmares began to relieve themselves in my mind.
"Hey! What the hell is wrong with you? Why did you scream like that?!" A voice boomed from outside my cubicle. It had a familiar undertone to it.
I gasped and shoved the tiny recording device into a tiny, hidden pocket of my dress. I couldn't risk getting caught.
"N-Nothing. I-I'm fine. I just saw an insect." I chuckled nervously. "Silly me.."
He peered in through the small hole, a scowl on his face. He also placed his hands on the hole. "If I hear your voice again, I swear I'll cut out your tongue!" He growled, meanly.
As the glow of the torches flickered across his face, I almost gasped again, but I held it in.
He was the guy the cobra tattoo who I had seen at the mafia ball!