Trillionaires' War

Chapter 28

Chapter 28

I'm trapped.

I'm locked in this massive bedroom that has been customized to be escape proof. Only one soldier stands on guard by the far corner of the room, watching me like a hawk. I've tried pleading with him to let me out, but all he does is stare back in silence. No response at all. He's been like that all night.
He's also the only one I've seen since I was forced here. Apparently, no one is allowed to see me per their Boss's orders. Not even Marcus. He fought a handful of guards to get to me. Unfortuntely, I was rushed into the house before he could in time. There was alot of yelling and banging on walls. I even heard gunshots. Yet, his efforts were pointless. I'm still here.

I couldn't help, but wonder if this was the reason why Marcus left me. I've tried all night to not dwell on it, but it's hanging over my head annoyingly. It wouldn't change anything if he did. I know that. Though it would help me understand the reasons why. I'm not even fully clear to what exactly is it that they expect from me. I can't be a prisoner for long.

I see a red light go off on the soldier's watch before it beeps. I conclude that any beep on those watches are direct orders from Francesco Genovese himself.

"Official orders, Boss will see you now." He opens the door for me. I stand up from the ground. I had refused to sleep all night as a protest. Again, it was useless too. "Now." The soldier rushes me with his command. I bite my tongue from back talking him. I've gotten so used to being an Aslan that orders don't sit well with me anymore. Regardless, these people aren't business men so I'll keep my words to myself until I know exactly what I'm dealing with here.

The soldier leads me down the stairs, and through different halls before stopping in front of a door. He opens the door to allow me in. I enter the room. The door closes behind me with a boom. My nerves have been all over the place that it makes me jump unexpectedly. I guess I'm up to my luck now.

Francesco's stands behind the mahogany desk. He's way more under dressed than I have seen him before. His hands are tuck into the pockets of his slacks as he looks out the tall window with a cigarette on his lips completely shirtless. I notice the detailed tattoos that adorn his body in random places. Only one catches my attention though. A large tattoo right where his heart's suppose to be. The letter 'G' placed in the middle of a very enteric design. There's a bullet shaped underline right under the masterpiece. Italian words that run vertically on each side of the Genovese stamp. Il sangue è per la famiglia. Blood is for family...

The same one Marcus has.

Now that I'm able to fullly look at this man, I can see just how similar they both are. Their eyes. Their dark hair. That edge of danger that radiants off them to people who don't even know them. It's all there. The only difference is that Francesco is tanner and leaner. Marcus's physical frame is a lot more rougher and muscular than his brother's.

I stand awkwardly not knowing what to do.
The only thing opening giving the room decent light is the window. The office is small. Far too small to be comfortable in here alone with the head of the Genovese. All he does is puff his cigarette in deep thought.

"Take a seat." He orders without taking his eyes off the window.

"I'll stand."

"It wasn't a suggestion." He says coldly with annoyance. "Take a seat." His order is deep with warning. I take a seat to avoid any form of confrontation. My sole goal is to leave. He seems to be the only key to it. "You are new, so I will forgive your errors as you learn from them, but I will only forgive one mistake per offense, Ms. Aslan." His italian accent is heavy, giving him a more dangerous appeal. "You will not be given second changes." He turns around to face me. "Do you understand?"