Miss Ortega

Chapter 8

After your much needed and delicious dinner, you and Giselle take a stroll through the mansion. Finding out and memorising new rooms in the house.

You hesitated to go too far, but she assured you that Jenna was not around and would not be for a while.

The two of you walk towards the main staircase.

“Thank you for earlier.” You say with a grateful smile. “I know you could get in serious trouble for what you did.”

Your eyes take in everything around you. It is starting to set in. This is where you are bound to stay. Living out a prison sentence with the mafia.

“I don’t know what I got myself into...” You mumble to yourself.

“You know,” Giselle stops walking. “Miss Ortega is not as bad as she may seem. At the end of the day, there’s a kind young woman within her that just wants to be free.”

You listen to hear but find it hard to believe her words.

“Since you’ll be her new bodyguard and residing here, you’ll need to know your way around and know what the ‘No Access’ areas are.

“And that would be?”

“The basement area.” Giselle points. “Left side of the mansion.”

“What’s in there?” You ask, curiosity getting the better of you. “Is it where you found me?”

“No and nothing that has to concern you.” Giselle gives you a warning smile. “So please go rest now. Tomorrow you’ll start with your duties. I’ll bring your uniform to you early.”

“Alright.” You say disappointed. “Thanks.”

Giselle’s phone starts to ring. She does not hesitate to pick up. “Hello, Mr Ortega.” She greets.

You are surprised at the name. Giselle gives you an apologetic smile and walks off. She leaves you alone in the foyer with your thoughts.

You look up the staircase and follow the right staircase to your room. You stop halfway.

You look towards the left side. "What are you hiding, Ortega?"

*

You take the elevator down to the ‘forbidden’ basement. This feels like a repeat of a few hours ago, except this time you could see where you are going.

The elevator stops and you walk out into an eery corridor.

There are many closed doors, but a dim light shines through underneath the door, near the end of the corridor. You walk closer.

You hear voices and jump at a sudden tortured manly scream.

You arrive at the door and peek through the little window.

Jenna’s back faces you. She is standing in front of a badly beaten-up man being held up by two of her minions.

The man looks weak and in immense pain. She is torturing him!

You burst through the door, not even registering what you are doing or about to get yourself in to. “No!” You shout.

“Y/n?” Jenna turns to you; her eyes revealing shock and then anger. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Why are you hurting him?” You ask not able to look at the state of him. Your heart is hitting against your chest.

“Don’t you listen?” She grits through her teeth.

You do not even know the man, but you cannot bear seeing him that way. You feel your hand shake slightly.

Jenna tries to grip your arm, forcibly moving you away from the man. “You need to leave. I-“

In the corner of your eye, you catch the injured man move swiftly, punching the minions in the stomach with his elbows. And suddenly a gun now in his possession.

Your eyes dart to Jenna before pushing her out of the way. As you fall, a sharp, searing hot pain hits your shoulder.

“Ah!” You cry in agony. It is like you are paralyzed. The more you move the more it hurts. Your head goes blank and all it focuses on is the throbbing in your arm.

“Fuck! Get him!” You hear Jenna shout in the distance. “No evidence!”

You manage to see Jenna making a phone call. “Giselle, get a hold of nurse Harris. Y/n’s room. Bullet wound.” She abruptly ends the call.

She walks over and crouches next to you. “You need to get up, okay?” Her voice seems so far, but she is right next to you. You struggle to get on your feet, but Jenna holds you steady. “Damnit! Why did you come down here y/n? Why?”

You feel weak as the minutes go by and your body does not know what to do with itself because of the pain. Your hand feels warm and wet from the blood as you put pressure on the wound.

“Always getting yourself into things you should stay out of.” Jenna mumbles walking you down the corridor.

“It hurts...” You manage to whisper.

You thought you imagined yourself, but you think you heard Jenna whisper something before closing your eyes, “You’ll be okay. I promise.”

Author's Note:

What did you do? Can't stay put for one second Y/n.🤭 You just love getting in trouble.

Where are my Day Ones from the Miss Ortega imagine? Y'all are quiet.🤔