Unbound (On Hold)

6. Kira

It was mid afternoon now and my stomach grumbled with hunger, as soon as I further elaborated my plan in the morning to Marco about how to catch the psychotic sadist stalker, he started to work on it. I suggested that we can change or upgrade the security parameters until we're here cause I have a possible threat to my life if I don't. We came to the conclusion that we can replace the security camera with a better encryption so that it would be difficult to falter the footage, hire better and less passive security guard, installing sensor and alarms as for when someone enters.

"You sure about doing this Kira, like I'm not telling you not to but are you sure that he'll come to visit you today too?" He said, his words reflecting his doubtfulness.

"I don't know Marco. But we can't take chances now, the fucker went too far and now that I know his pattern I cannot drop this in between and act like it doesn't bother me. Like what's the guarantee that he won't sedate me again and do something worse. It's better we do it today and get this over with." I said, my tone clearly suggesting I wanted no nonsense right now. And I don't even what's wrong with Marco, I don't understand him one time he cares and the other times paranoia is eating him alive. Man is driving me crazy.

"Okay, whatever you say Kira."

He resumed with installing the hidden camera and microphone. Whilst he was doing all the physical work, I was trying to contact Moretti , the bastard never picks up. I tried calling him again and God! he picked.

"What is it that you want, Kira?" He asked, his voice deep and gravely, his almost too strong accept making it sound a bit sexy, I bet girls get weaklings from his voice alone. I could hear the sound of loud club music. Fucking pervert.

"What do I want Vincent, I'm not your fucking work minion, who you can send away whenever you and bring back according to your fancies. Its been six fucking months and I want to come home now so by the end of next week send your fucking jet to pick me up." I snapped at him my cool washing away.

"That's a lot of fucking, where are your manners Kira? And about returning you, can depart when Mr. Vasilios is down. I thought he was going to be your greatest hit, amore mio." He said in an unfazed tone

"Let me quickly rephrase that for you my dear, he was your fucking hit, but you did not have balls enough to come here and do it cause you know that Mr. Vasilios rule here, so you sent me, you greatest assassin and moreover your fiancée to execute him but guess what I'm bored and he is one difficult piece of shit. I don't even know how he looks, Vincent. I want to come back and you will send your fucking jet." Yeah it was washing away.

"Kira, first, I'll send my fucking jet whenever I want. Second let me remind who you're actually talking to. I maybe your fiancée but first I'm your employer so you better watch your tone with me." His voice low and dangerous.

"Let me remind you Vincent, I'm not yours to command and you better send your jet by the end of next week, otherwise the day I step in Milan, would be the very last and painful day of your life. And do trust me when I say that, baby." My voice went down a decibel too sending the actual and clear message.

"I'll see you soon, bellisima." He said, his voice was sweet and he hung up, he will not send the jet I know it. I looked up at Marco, he was staring at me in surprise, I shrugged and stood walking towards the gate. I picked up the car keys, my cars and as soon as I held the doorknob and was showing myself out when Marco uttered.

"Where do you think where you're going all by your own?" He asked his brow raised. Ughh!

"Fetching some coffee for myself, I can get one for you too." I stated my tone dry.