In The Eyes of Alessandra

Chapter Five | Words of Reflection

Don Lucio Leanos.

A man that claimed the city but dwelled on the outskirts of it. He was simple but within his simplicity he had perfected brutality.

I looked back up at Elias with both confusion and alarm. What did this man want? But most importantly what did he know? I looked around the room. Searching the corners. My eyes wandered to the four walls that surrounded me. I twisted behind me in the chair gazing into anything that was off. If my uncle had any hand in this any thoughts of escape were forbidden. I was stiff in my chair as I gazed back at Elias's smoldering figure. He cocked his head to the side without a word. I gulped back my paranoia. He couldn't be here. Anywhere but here.

"I want to know Alessandra," Elias stalked closer his warmth once again engulfing me. His eyes familiar yet I wanted to run as his eyes looked into mine. "Who would you rather get on your knees for? Your fiancé or that monster you call your uncle?"

My eyes snapped up at him. The question was revolting but I didn't have to think about who. I gripped the seat. My eyes hardening at his questions. Elias backed away. His back to me as he stalked towards the door. His muscles tensing as he turned the knob only to leave me there in isolation without another word. The breath that I had been holding was let go as I slumped on the chair. My arms prickled with anxiety as I heaved over, a sob was caught in my throat as I began to breathe in and out.

I sat there, no longer worried about Moises nor did I care about the current situation I was put in. The thought of my uncle had me curling my fingers into the wood of the chair. There was no longer time for shut eye or to dwell on my pain. Not when he was mentioned. I had no contact with him, not since the night of my engagement. But something was wrong and I was stuck in the crossfire. My uncle had been many things. A guardian. A teacher. A preceptor. He had no time for remorse and there wasn't a time where the very knives he wielded struck his enemies in the back. Over the years of my youth his presence in those times was taken from me. Where my eyes had once seen innocence the lines blurred as I was taken under his care.

Silence had taken over the dim office. The camera still sat on the desk only this time it was off. The blinking red light no longer haunting me to submit. Time was passing and I could only sit and listen to the clock tick. I stood up nearly swooning from the faint black and white dots in my vision. I had yet to eat and my body felt weakened in this state. I had to move, do something to keep me from falling over. The desk stood only a few feet away and judging from the slight papers that stuck out, there had to be something that would help me.

Looking towards the blinds I couldn't see anything through them giving me a window to gather what I could. I approached the desk pulling on the handle as the drawer came out slowly there were various pens and paper clips. My hands shook at the thought of being caught. Dust coated the next drawer I opened revealing nothing. I sat on the chair bending low to open the last drawer. I didn't believe in luck, for I had the worst of it, but I couldn't help but feel a breath escape me as a letter opener appeared. Count your blessings Alessandra. I clutched it to me immediately stuffing it into the band of the sweats and shuffling to sit back into the office chair. A shadow casted it's way through the blinds and I immediately sat up in alertness as the office door was slammed open. Elias' figure appeared and so did another right behind him. It was the same man whose hands were enclosed with a leather pair of gloves. I stiffened at the sight of him as my bruises seemed to pulse at the idea of him and the pain that I would have to endure if I kept this up any longer.

Elias approached the desk and as he did he set down a gun, a knife, and a laptop. I eyed the weapons. They were daunting but they weren't of torture like the ones my beloved uncle and finance used. As I sat on the chair I sat up straighter. My body ached but this was all I had. What I wore. How I wore it. My uncle always thought I was so strong for never shedding a tear in regards to his acts off violence. But I was the weakest in those moments. Never shedding a tear but my soul aching for the men that cried for mercy. I knew that I had always seen what the eyes of his men didn't. I was his one and only. His trusty Alessandra. His next of kin.