Mafia's Silence

12: Apology

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I didn't do what he said, if that was a surprise. "I asked something."

"No, Clarissa. I didn't put any camera in your bathroom. Why would I?" he huffed again, he was irritated, but he responded anyway. His little question was not just a question, it had a few more questions layered in it. He was basically asking why did I think he would and why did I not trust him on that. He was offended.

"You are my kidnapper, Romeo. I should expect anything like this from you. That is what the most kidnappers want. Their victims' body, money, dignity and all the crazy stuff," I sighed.

He looked over his shoulder at me, "Go get dressed! Don't ever try to find any escape from the damn bathroom because there is not. You are too curious and it will put you in danger, not going to be my fault though."

"What do you want from me?" I yelled. I was annoyed by his presence in front of me, it was strange yet it was beautiful, it was dangerous yet it was soothing. He was a mystery which I hated, which was too jumbled.

"Go get dressed!" he yelled in return.

I hissed and then went to bathroom, as I entered there, I looked around for double check, it didn't seem to have any camera there. I could see some outside but there was none in the bathroom. Slipping off from my bathrobe, I slipped in my clothes. Giving myself a final look at the mirror, I checked if I looked too pathetic or not. I did, everything about my face yelled about my defeat but I did not want to show him that. I sighed, closed my eyes for a few seconds and then exhaled a long breath, gaining my composure that could help me stand strong against him.

I walked out of the bathroom, patting my wet hair that were pooled over my back. I looked to my left and found Romeo sitting on the side of the bed, looking down at his cellphone. His muscular back was facing me, but still he was able to sense my presence, "Come here," he said.

"You are here to question me but when I questioned you, you kept quiet. Then give me a good reason which will make me answer you?" I walked up to him, stood in front of him. He looked up, intensity filled in his stare and it made me shudder for a second on my spot.

"Tell me about the person whose thought scared you...three days ago!" he commanded, I rolled my eyes at him, he continued, "You were sick that day, that was why I did not push you to answer me. But right now, you have to tell me. You said that you felt he knew me. So, it is my matter, I need to know about it."

I sighed, I looked away, I did not want him to tell me that it was his matter, I never really cared if he knew him or not. I was scared of him and Romeo did not need to know the name of my weakness.

But a part of me wanted to let him know, a part of me was curious to put all the pieces together, a part of me wanted to see if the Beast and the monster were related or not.

I chose my mind, I turned around thinking that I could get away from answering again but he held my wrist and stood up from the bed, pulling me towards him, he made me struggle against his body. I mumbled, "Leave me, Romeo."

"I asked something!" he shouted. I flinched.

"I do not care!" I shouted back and his jaw clenched at my tone, he looked away from myself, he closed his eyes and breathed heavily.

He tried to control his anger, the beast was vulnerable enough to control himself for an answer.

He cocked his head and glared at me, he asked, that moment it was a polite command, but it was a command, I could definitely feel the power in his voice, "I do not want to know your past but I want to know something that can harm me or my people. What you said, it implied that the person you knew was aware of me, it seems impossible but also possible, so tell me."