The Right Choice.

10. Teamin' With A Demon.

⚠ WARNING ⚠ There is some darkness in this chapter. Sexual harassment and indication of rape so if you get too uncomfortable or are too young, please click away. To the rest, Enjoy:)

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"Okay, this HAS to be it. It's the only room left" I say to myself while panting. I have been stealthily tip-toeing for hours around the mansion trying to find Vitale's office. I had to be careful while lurking. I couldn't risk any of them seeing me here and asking who I am or why I am here.

After a while of searching I got an idea of the layout of the mansion. The main house had the living area, dining, kitchen, a two-story library and a small office. The East wing had all the bedrooms and guestrooms. Next to it was a subordinate wing that served as bunkers and maids' quarters.

The West, where I was at the moment, is for offices and meeting rooms. But so far every door I've opened had either been empty, filled with moving boxes and computers, or my personal favorite, Locked!

But this one here looked promising, It was the last room in the West wing. I stood in front of dark wood double doors. The hallway seemed deserted and quiet you can hear a needle if it fell so this has to be it, right?

I took deep breaths to calm my nerves and steady my breathing since I was panting all the way up. Who knew walking really slowly and quietly would be so exhausting?

I placed my ears on the door and heard some murmur but it wasn't clear and I couldn't make out the language let alone the words, then suddenly, I recognized a deep and angry "No".

Got You!

With no hesitation I grabbed the silver handles and pushed the door vigorously only to be met with several pairs of eyes all staring at me like they want to skin me alive. But two pairs had my attention, one belonging to the asshole of the hour and the other belonged to none other than a Mister Santos Russo, my eyes widened a little bit, what the hell he is doing here was beyond me but I was sure this wasn't going to end well.

Maybe some hesitation might've been helpful.

"Ahem" I cleared my throat and balled my fists at my sides, "I need to talk to you!" I quickly spat out the words with venom whilst looking at Lorenzo. He didn't move an inch, he just kept staring at me as if he's going to will me into oblivion with his death stare, I pursed my lips and stared back refusing to back down. I was too determined to be scared 

At last, he stood up from his chair and marched toward me still holding my eyes. Within seconds he was in my face, he brutally grabbed my arm and pushed me toward the door, I wanted to scream in pain from his vise grip but I bit my tongue.

I thought he was going to yell at me in the hallway. Instead, he dragged me into one of the empty rooms across from the one he had his gang meeting in. "You almost cost me eight-hundred million dollars just now!" Lorenzo shouted the moment we were inside the room. I blinked in surprise.

"That's a lot of money"

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" He yelled angrily, not even realizing he still had his fist around my poor arm.

"Okay, first of all let GO of me!" I shook my arm. When he removed his hand, it left a mark, it took a few second for the blood to come rushing back and still I could see the hand mark, fucking Italian.

"And second of all YOU  brought me in here, so it is I who should ask you why the hell am I here?" I yelled back pointing my finger at his chest. He stared at me, his face was red and his nose was flaring, he's really mad. I get brownie points for that.