Captive

Chapter 8

"The snake which cannot cast its skin has to die. As well the minds which are prevented from changing their opinions; they cease to be mind."
― Friedrich Nietzsche

This Chapter is dedicated to CheYat . Thanks for reading my book.

Diego

The whiskey burned my throat, I needed it. What Hailey just spilled boiled my mind in anger. When she started crying, I fucking lost it. Comforting someone is not my thing. I was glad Caluccio lived closer. He was here within a call. She will be fine, Caluccio will make sure of it.

The burning in my throat reminds me I deserve the pain. I took advantage of her, I fucking tasted her without her permission. I thought she would like it, I knew she had her orgasm, most probably the first orgasm in her life. But fuck, after that when she started crying, accusing I am like them I fucking lost it.

Caluccio strolled down the stairs. Without saying anything he hauled the bottle from me.

" Hey it is mine" I retorted, not liking he took my drink.

" Well, now it's mine" he glared, only he can get away glaring at me and probably Lucia. Now Hailey had been added to this list but other than these three no ones dare to even look at my eyes.

Caluccio's shoulder was stiff, he seemed stress. He wasn't also used to console anyone. We kill, blackmail but consoling someone. It was out of our dictionary.

Now he is doing this for me.

I knew he would do anything for me, even if he had to give his life he would. He already proved that. He took  bullets for me already two times. This fucker is a survivor, unwilling to die. Both times he lived because the first time the bullet went down slightly under his chest and the second time it grazed his left rib.

" How is she? " It was assumable she isn't alright but I needed to hear from him. Maybe for some miracle, she forgot the confession of her or maybe what I did to her a few hours before. It was already morning, the sun was up. When I gazed at the clock it was 6 a.m. Nina would be here soon for breakfast, till them Hailey have to starve or have to make her own food.

But I doubt she is even hungry after what happened.

" She is sleeping"

This shocked me because I didn't expect her to sleep after this.

Damn

Caluccio really knows his ways with ladies

" She cried herself to sleep" he added. I felt bad, really bad considering she cried herself to sleep after meeting me already three times and it's probably not twenty four hours yet or if it is not much more than that.

" She does that a lot" The laugh seemed bitter, the bottle was still in Caluccio's hand. I tried to snatch it but he somehow realized my motive as he took the bottle closer to his lips and then almost finished it in a gulp. " You are not supposed to drink it completely. It's mine"

" It was yours but I took it from you so it's mine now. I can do whatever I want"

This argument was getting ridiculous, I tried to come to business. " I want you to manage every possible information about Hailey. Her life in the orphanage and bring ,e every fucking details of the orphanage too"

" Got it"

" Won't you ask why?" I thought he would ask immediately but it seems he is in a terrible mood.