Salvador

Chapter 6

Mona

I hear the doorbell ring just as I hold the spoon up to my mouth to get a taste of the chicken soup that's bubbling over the stove.

I roll my eyes as I go to answer the door. It's way too late for visitors.

My door doesn't have a peephole unfortunately. So I'll just have to risk it. I unlock the door, a deep part of me hoping that it's Salvador.

"Princessa!" Diego exclaims, standing in the doorway. Oh fuck. I don't move out of the way, so he pushes past and into my apartment aggressively.

"Please leave Diego, I was about to sleep." I lie. Anything to get him to fuck off.

"What's this delicious smell," he says in a greedy voice, holding his enlarged stomach with one of his calloused, rotten hands "it's only fair you treat me to dinner." He says, sitting down on my sofa and spreading his arms over the back and showing the overgrown armpit hair that he reveals by wearing that white tank top everyday. He reaches for the remote.

I'm sorry, what?

I steal the remote away before he can hold it "Please go Diego, I'm not comfortable with you here." I try to reason with him. I can't be evicted but I also can't have this disgusting man spread across my sofa, slobbering up the food I make.

He looks at me with disgust, pulling his large knuckles in to angered fists. He stands up, towers over me, breathing heavily in and out of his decaying lungs. My heart beats faster, I'm not used to this sort of ultimatum. Kill him and be homeless? Or don't and be raped and possibly killed? In Italy, no one would even dare treat me like this, unless they weren't afraid to die.

He walks slowly up to me. Kill or be killed? He gravitates his arms around my waist and then suddenly and painfully he grabs me. Pressing his stubby fingers and nails into me, hard, and breathing heavily down my neck.

"You fucking bitch." He says in my ear, causing me to flinch in disgust. Goosebumps form all over my arms as I shudder. He had dug his nails so hard into my stomach and waist that he cut me.

There's a knock at the door.

I try to answer it but Diego pulls me back in roughly.

Another impatient knock. I try again but Diego throws me down on the floor and begins to unbuckle his belt. Shit.

Another knock.

I left the door unlocked right? "Come in!" I shout out. Praying that I left it unlocked, and praying that whoever's behind there, can save me.

Diego looks down at me, enraged. The door creaks open. Diego begins to panic. "You fucking slut!" He shouts at me as I lie down on the floor in miserable pain. He bends over frantically to grabs my legs and I try to crawl away. But a swift and ferocious punch to his face sends him flying back onto the floor with a loud and silencing thump.

Salvador.

I look at him, but he doesn't look back. His eyes are fixated on Diego. Those same killer eyes that he had earlier today, those same eyes he had when he shot a man dead in the basement hallway. It can't happen again. How many more men is he going to kill because of me? I know Diego deserves to die, he deserves to rot in hell. But I can't let Salvador kill again.