Mr. Ruthless

Chapter 13

Picture of Eleanor. 

Eleanor's POV

For some reason I woke up with a massive headache, my body was aching and my neck was hurting. I grabbed onto my blanket and turned around. I don't think my bed has ever been so soft and comfortable.

I frowned but kept my eyes closed, if this was just a dream then I didn't want to wake up. I didn't want to wake up on my cheap and worn out, stinky matrass. I sucked in a deep breath and readied myself for another shot at sleeping when I heard water running in the background.

Was there someone in my apartment? Did Stacey stay over?

Stacey?

My eyes flew open and I straightened up in the bed. My eyes were having a hard time adjusting to the bright light that was streaming in through the open curtains and my head was denying me of any memory from what happened.

I squinted my eyes and glanced around the unfamiliar room. My heartrate sped up and I gasped.

"No, no, no." I whisper-yelled. My eyes widened as soon as I spoke, hoping no one had heard me.

I took another glance around the room, unintentionally grabbing the bedsheets and pulling them closer to me.

They smelled....Familiar, like a man's cologne. Dear god, was I in a man's room?

I quickly lifted the sheets only to find myself still clothed, the same clothes I wore yesterday.

Yesterday.

I tried recalling the events from yesterday and soon they came barging back into my mind.

Stacey - Mr. Venturelli - I tried to escape - the gun. I gasped and covered my mouth in shock.

'Wrong move, amore.'

What did he do to me? I reached up to touch my neck, wincing when I hit a bruise.
He could knock me out just like that? A shiver went down my spine in fear. I had to get out of here.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard the shower turn off. My eyes widened and I didn't know what to do. Should I hide?

Before I was able to move off the bed a door flew open, revealing an almost naked man. It only took me to notice how broad and muscular he was to have me start screaming.

"Can you stop fucking screaming." He snapped and it was only then that I noticed he had turned around. Why did he turn around? I didn't know whether I was disappointed or relieved.

The voice was familiar and it didn't take long for me to figure out who he was.

Mr. Venturelli.

My eyes widened as I stared at his broad back. His arms were bulking and his back was all defined muscle. My breath hitched in my throat and I knew I was on the brink of having a panic attack.

Why was I here, in his bed? What was he going to do to me?

"Don't move," he snarled. Even though he couldn't see me, I felt intimidated and compelled to look away from him.

"Do you understand." He hissed. I didn't answer. My body was shaking like a leave in the autumn wind, my eyes were starting to fill with tears. Too much was happening right now.

Mr. Venturelli walked into a closet, I could hear him shuffle around before the door flung open again. This time I saw his face. My mouth fell open in surprise as I scooted back on the bed, trying to increase the distance between us.

I was frozen into place as he stalked closer to the bed, curiously eyeing me like he was waiting for me to flee.

I wanted to but remembering what he did to me last time I failed. I analyzed the room around me, this time looking for a way out. I spotted another door besides the one from the bathroom and the closet. I knew that was the door that led to the hallway, no doubt he would have probably locked it.