Lies covered in love (ON HOLD)

Chapter 9-Slap (Hazel)

I step out of Nicholas's office still in a slightly dazed expression. Different emotions racing through me. Confusion, anger, pleasure, confusion again. Did I mention confusion?

I ignore my emotions, for now, and try to find the staircase leading to the rooftop.

I take numerous turns before finding a rusty old gray door. I open it and sure enough there's a short staircase that leads to another one similar. I forget what just happened and focus on the man I'm about to torture. I take a deep breath before I open the door leading outside, I walk out still cautious of my surroundings. I have my gun, this time with real bullets, in my hand when I see the body. There's a few blood stains on the ground from the impact of his body falling on cement. But nothing too serious.

I walk closer to him and double check that he's fully unconscious. I wave my hand and snap my fingers in front of his face a few times. I grab an old medal chair near by. I lift his heavy ass up in the chair with some very noticeable struggle and tie his hands and feet to the chair. I pause and hesitate noticing a gold lion crest. The gold lion is the family crest of the Viotto family. Their guards wear it, they wear it, basically everything they own has it. I even saw it engraved on my fork while I was having dinner at the "castle" last night.

I look at his name tag and start researching his name. Alessio Romano. He's worked for the Viotto family for the past 5 years, he's 25, his mother lives in Italy with his father, he's 6ft tall, he's brunette with dark brown eyes, blah, blah, blah. Okay this guy clearly thought he knew what he was doing and who he's doing it to.

I take off his mask and recognize his face. He's the guy that I recognized when someone carried me to the house and the guy who I was polite to when I first met Nicholas. Hmp, interest.

I slap him a few times to wake him up. He finally opens his eyes and his face his red and a little bruised. He looks around confused for a millisecond before turning his face cold.

"Clearly the Viotto's sent you. I wanna know which one. So you gonna tell me and live or tell me and die. If it wasn't clear enough I'm gonna get what I want either way." I look at him expecting him to atleast say a yes or no.

He softly laughs at my demand. "Goodluck"
I didn't need luck. I had a feeling he cared about his mother. "Who says I need luck when I know where your mother,Rosalina Romano, lives." I watch with amusement as his calm face turns into pure panic.
"To be clear if I tell you who sent me, you're not gonna hurt my mother?" He was serious. He didn't even ask about himself. Oh well, that's his problem.
"There you go. You get an A+." I answered his question.
"Lorenzo Viotto, Your Fiancé." I scoffed at the last part. I didn't put it past him to do this. But did he really have to tell his whole staff that we're getting married.

"Alright, your mother lives." He smiled at the words that left my mouth. He won't be smiling for much longer.

I punch him once. And he looks at me surprised before I punch him again and again and again. I slowly drag my knife to his wrist adding pressure to the skin until he wakes up again. I cut him more than once. And then beat him up again. Now he's passed out with a broken nose, two black eyes, cuts, and a lot of bruises.

I look at his face, happy with my work. Then realize I'm gonna need help getting him into my car, or atleast off this roof. I go downstairs to Nicholas's floor, a few blood stains on my hands or bodysuit. I walk back to his office door. I knock a few times.
"Come in."
I walk in and see his face scrunched up in confusion while reading a file. His hair a slight mess, probably from his hands running through it so many times. He completely lost his tie and a few buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned. Why did I say no again?
I clear my throat and he finally looks up at me.
The stress on his face disappears and gets replaced with amusement. He leans back on his chair and I walk closer to his desk.

"I need your help." I admit.
"Well you did say no before. Now if you really can't handle staying away, it's okay I get." He says in a playful voice with a smirk.
I roll my eyes at his ego. "Not like that. I need you to keep the man on your rooftop on this floor. Atleast until all your coworkers leave, so then I can call my men to come and pick him up." I clear up.
"You killed a guy on my roof."
"I didn't kill him, he's just unconscious."
"Right."
"He is. I just need you to put him in a room you don't use anymore. He'll stay unconscious, don't worry."
He looks at me with the same amusing look. "Alright," Yesss. "In one condition," Nooo. "You have to come with me as my date to the infamous Mafia ball." My jaw drops. Every year, once a year, there's a grand ball that all mafia involved families, assassins, bounty hunters, government undercover agents have to attend. It's never in the same date so nobody usually suspects anything. This year its on July 17th, which is a month from now.

"I never go with a date, and I'm not gonna start now." I respond.

"Well it's either you go with me, or my brother."

I little laugh escapes through my throat.
"You know, it's funny you think that I can't go without a date."

"Look people are going to expect you to go with my brother since you're his fiancé. I'm just saying why not fuck them over and go with me instead."

"And what do you get out of this?"

"Entertainment of course."

"I'll think about it. But please lock the guy in a room somewhere. And text me when I can tell my men to pick him up." I take a sticky note and a pen from his desk and give him my number.

"Alright. Goodbye Beauty. Oh before you go, you might wanna erase any trace of blood."

I nod at him and get out of his office, remembering passing by a bathroom sign. I go and clean myself up and get out of there as fast as I can.

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I go back to the "castle" and head through the double doors. I take a deep breath before going farther in the mansion. Please don't get lost. Please don't get lost.
I trace my steps until I get to my room. I close my door and head to the bathroom, wanting to clean the blood off me. I take off my clothes, put my hair in a bun to avoid it getting wet, and get in the warm shower.

As im washing the soap off my body I hear noise coming from my room.
"Hazel? Is that you in the bathroom?" I recognize Sofia's voice.

"Yeah, give me a second." I finish washing myself off quickly and wrap my towel around myself. I head out the room and find her pacing the floor.

"You okay?" I question, slightly concerned.
She turns to face me with rage clear as day in her eyes and slaps me, hard and then gets out of my room.

What. The. Fuck?

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Okay did I lie when I said I would be updating more: yes. Sorry. But I did post the aesthetics at 3am last night so sorry. But there is a new character that hasn't been introduced yet in the story in the aesthetics. Soooo yeah.
Love you and remember to drink water and eat enough food. Also what did y'all get for Christmas?