In Your Clutches

Part 12: Making Lemonades

AMELIA

I was not a violent person; in fact I was proud of myself on my ability to calmly accept any acts of oppression that Asher and his minions might felt like bestowing upon me for the day.

My aunt used to tell me that I was a disappointment to the family, that I skipped the famous fiery temperament that my maternal side possessed.

My cousin hadn't been as unfortunate as me in that particular department but look where it had gotten him? He let his temper get the better of him and now he was basically nothing but a dead beat who was gunned down on the streets and was now drinking himself to death.

Oh wait, getting back to the issue at hand. Like I said I was not someone who resorted to physical measures to take out my anger, instead I channeled it towards more useful purposes, for example studying.

Getting good grades meant getting into a good college and a good college guaranteed a good job.

However all thoughts of channeling my anger towards something better flew right out of the window as I stared at Santino, wanting nothing more than to smash his head in with a hammer.

There was a moment of pause between us and I thought he had understood my decision but he still spoke, "Yes, Miss Valentino?"

"I am thinking of that stupid decision. To agree to that or not,"

"There's no thinking. It's either a yes or a no and you better not have wasted my time in talking just to hear a 'no.'" He took a step towards me.

What?

I looked at him, wondering what was it that I was missing.

"We've got the plans ready."

I scowled and turned to face away from him. "Who said I'll go?" I asked, determined to know.

He chuckled, "Who said you won't go? Besides, it would be fun, Princess."

I shook my head furiously, "No, I cannot, will not and frankly should not for the sake of my own well-being go to that party. As a seducer."

I was still mumbling incoherently under my breath, having gone into shock because what he had just asked me that day.

Confused? Okay, then please allow me to explain.

Currently, I was standing with one leg support on a grimy floor on one side of the room, inside a single prison cell. My room. Santino was trying to mimic my position, standing opposite to me but the difference between us was that he was standing on the other end of the bed, munching on an apple.

It took a lot of begging and pleading on his part to convince me to seduce some Irish man. It'd been two hours, two hours filled with abandoned pleading, nasty remarks and bickering, of course bickering.

I gulped. "Of course, not, Santino. I just wanted to say that I can't just say yes right away unless I talk to Asher."

Speak of the Devil, Asher entered the room. Something shone on his hand and on noticing it properly I could see he had a gun in his right hand. Looked completely similar to the one with which he'd gunned down my Father.

Maybe this agreement would help me earn his trust. Phase one of my plan was to earn his trust. That could only be achieved by doing as he told and abiding by whatever he said, even if that meant putting my self respect a little aside for sometime.

It was basically a win-win situation, both for me and Asher. I got to earn his trust and later shatter it by running away, and he got the valuable information he wanted from his enemy.