Chapter 7

• I was going crazy
• Roxanne Meyers
• I was going crazy, immersed in that hospital room. The days went by without me being able to reach someone to come for me, not even my friend Nicolle. The only hope that kept me alive was my little treasure, but the mere thought of that damn maniac taking it from me made my stomach turn.
• "Mrs. Meyers, how are you?" asked the doctor, an accomplice of the mafioso, approaching with some formulas in his hand.
• "When will they let me leave here?" I asked him, desperately.
• "Well, she's ready to leave this place. Mr. Gianluca will come for you."
• "I can go alone, doctor," I replied, but the man came up to me and put something in my serum. Take advantage and squeeze his hand.
• "Doctor, please let me go. Don't let that man take me with him."
• The doctor shook free from my grip and looked at me with compassion.
• "I would like to, Miss Meyers, but if I let you go from here, it is very likely that Mr. Gianluca will kill us both. I am sorry."
• I felt a chill run through my being and tears began to overflow uncontrollably. What a miserable life mine. Just at that moment, a bouquet of flowers peeked out of the door of the room first, and then a shadow. The intoxicating, woody perfume that Salvatore used flooded my nostrils, and soon my heart began to pound.
• "Good afternoon. How did you wake up today?" Salvatore came in greeting as if we were the best of friends. He was spectacularly dressed, elegant, well-combed and smelling delicious. However, there was something peculiar about him that morning: he was pale, and there were marked dark circles. Hadn't he slept?
• "What's so good about them?! I want to get out of this place and go back to my house. That's where I need to be." I replied angrily
• Salvatore placed the flowers on the table and handed me a bag with something inside.
• "Well, it's all talked about, my dear Roxanne. From now on, you will live with me."
• His words were firm, and the worst thing was the calmness in his expression, which terrified me.
• "I don't want to go live with you," I protested again.
• "Put on clothes. You have already been discharged."
• "No, but I don't feel ready to leave the hospital," I tried to persuade him.
• "I don't understand you. A couple of minutes ago you told me you wanted to go home. Not anymore? Look, there's the bag. Put on these clothes."
• I looked at what was inside; it was of good quality. I took out the clothes, which looked pretty good, although they weren't to my taste. At least he was my size.
• "Then it comes out so I can get dressed," I said, still looking at him.
• Salvatore gestured and raised his hands.
• "Oh, sure, I won't see you change. I'll just turn around. My bodyguards are eating the snack, so I won't leave you alone."
• "Don't turn around," I asked as I began to dress in cotton sportswear, he brought me. As I did so, I realized that he was an overly attractive man. At least, my son wouldn't be ugly. Thinking this, I smiled, and he turned around immediately.
• "What causes you so much fun?" He turned to me and asked, arching an eyebrow.
• "Nothing. Do I really have to go with you?"
• "Yes, let's go.”
• "But... "
• "Come on, I've already taken care of all the medical indications. I told you that there is no room for reproach.
• I walked to his side as we walked through the cold corridors of that hospital. I soon realized that it was not a normal place; Most of the patients were men and looked like war wounded.
• I felt afraid. Was everything associated with him stained with blood? I squeezed my eyes together, trying not to think about it.
• He put me in a beautiful dark luxury car, with tinted windows and a great brand. What a luxury.
• All the way, he said absolutely nothing to me. He just stood silently, staring out the window. His men were the ones driving, while he tried to control his breathing. He was still pale, and a few drops of sweat were marked on his forehead.
• However, what did I care? He was a simple mobster who, in a very decent and diplomatic way, was kidnapping me.
• "We have arrived," he said at last, after a long journey, when we arrived at a large mansion. It was a beautiful place, I couldn't complain about modern, stylized and, above all, full of luxuries.
• When we entered, the first to receive us was a sweet woman, already a little old and plump.
• "Good afternoon, son."
• "Glory, lullaby, she's Roxanne. I ask you to take care of it and feed it very well."
• "Sure, sir."
• The man didn't say another word to me and walked out, apparently toward his office. At least she wouldn't typically be held in a dark cell, behind a tin door, or so she thought until that moment.
• "Keep going, please," the woman told me, and I followed her down a corridor to the back. Then she opened the door and let me glimpse of what my room would be like. There was no exception: luxuries everywhere.
• "You can go on. If you need anything, there's a phone there; You can call me or just go to the kitchen."
• "Can I walk around the house?"
• "Yes," she replied calmly. "What he cannot escape is to escape. My lord has the house guarded on all sides. Be very careful, he gave strict orders regarding you."
• I nodded, and the woman closed the door behind her. Sighing, I looked around, lay down on the comfortable bed, and fell asleep...
• I don't know how long I slept; I only woke up with a strong hangover and, when I looked out the window, I saw that it was already night. My stomach was rumbling with hunger and my throat was dry.
• When I got to the hallway, I found two stairs. I couldn't remember which one was leading me into the living room where I had come, so I went down to the one I first assumed would take me. But at the back, there was a closed door. Carried away by curiosity, I opened the door and continued down the corridor. I hugged myself because of the cold I felt froze my bones. As he advanced, noises began to be heard. It couldn't be... They were screams, a man begging.
• "Don't kill me, sir! Don't kill me, I'll confess everything!" I heard a man pleading desperately.
• Anguished and not knowing what was happening, I kept walking. There was another door, this time half open. In the background, a light illuminated a chair in the center of a large room. On either side of the chair were Salvatore's bodyguard twins, and he stood right in front of the chair.
• What struck me the most was seeing the man who was sitting there, being beaten and tortured by Salvatore. The image that presented itself before my eyes filled me with anger, but also with immense terror.
• I covered my mouth tightly so as not to let out any moans or make the slightest noise that could give me away.
• "It can't be true," I muttered under my breath as I realized what Salvatore was doing.
• My heart beats violently, even more so when he... he
• Shoot!