Tempting The Devil episode 8 – 9
🩸TEMPTING
THE DEVIL🩸
( Bounded With You )
By, Cisca. H.
Chapter 8:
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Natalie ✓
I was waiting for the maids who were sent to go to the market. It’s weekend and I need to cheer up with hanging around.
Mr Luciano was surprised to see me dressed up, I never told to him about going out today.
” Going out?” He asked.
” Yeah. I heard the maids were going for shopping, thought I have to tag along. ”
He gave me this stare that told me if I was actually serious.
” Come on, Mr Luciano, it’s weekend. I can take care of myself. ”
” Okay, if you say so. I will send the driver to take you guys to the market. ”
” Okay. ”
The driver drove us to the market. He stopped at a corner while I and the two other ladies went to the market.
I decided to do the buying while they held the bags. This is actually my first time going to the market.
Don’t blame me, it’s Dad’s fault.
I have tried several times to convince him to let me go since I turned fifteen but he never listens to me. He was too overprotective.
Shopping in the market is as interesting as shopping in Westfield Stratford. I so much love it here.
We spent about an hour or two, that’s because I had to excuse myself to meet Ruthie who also came to the market.
We had a fifteen minutes discussion. I had to round it up so I wouldn’t keep the others waiting.
I entered the car, and the driver immediately started the engine. He checked left and right before he could make a turn.
But some how in a way I still can’t tell, a car barged at us, hitting the front side of our car.
I almost had my head hit on the dashboard but I was so quick to prevent it with my hands.
At a normal, we should be the one yelling at the bastard who got us hit, instead, he was the one doing the shouting.
” You shut your f*cking mouth up, okay?” Yelled the driver as he hurriedly stepped out of the car.
My ears were busy to understand what the argument was for. Thankfully we had someone like him here, I would have been crying by now.
That’s totally not my fault either, I hate it when people yell at me like that. Dad never do that to me, so, it’s already part of me.
” You f*cking crazy?” Growled the other man. ” You blocked my way and you’ve got the shit h0le mouth to talk back at me? ”
” You’re the one with the shit h0le mouth, d**k. ” He cursed back. ” I think you need some medical attention on your eyes because I can’t see the reason why you didn’t see me driving out of the lane. ”
” I didn’t? Of course, I did. Not because you drive an expensive car doesn’t mean you worth it. You’re just a driver for all I know. ”
That got my head spinning. I can’t imagine how it feels for the guy now. There was a moment pause in his atmosphere and I was beginning to shiver for what the next action could be.
” You called me a driver?” He said angrily. ” You f*cking called me a… ” I hurriedly stepped out of the car to stop him from doing anything crazy.
” Hey. Hey, hey.” I held him back.
” Look at him, he can’t even push through a woman. ” The other man laughed. ” And you want to fight me? Don’t f*cking waste your time, assh-le.”
” Just keep standing there and you see what I will… ” He almost pushed me away but I held my stands.
” Hey, you calm down, okay?! ” I yelled at him and he stopped struggling.
He was breathing heavily and I could see how much effort he put trying to calm himself down.
” Don’t listen to him. Let’s just get the hell out of here, okay.” He nodded his head. ” Come on, get in,side the car. ”
I entered the car, looking at the back. ” Are you guys alright?” I asked them.
” Yes, ma’am.” They said, shaking frightfully.
” Don’t worry, we’re heading back to the mansion.” I adjusted, leaning my back to the seat.
” You shouldn’t have attempt to fight.” I said after a long moment of silence. ” I understand how it feels to be called a driver and… but you shouldn’t have over reacted to it. ”
I looked at him, and he looked at me taking his gaze almost immediately.
” Mr Luciano is gonna have me pay for the scratch. I don’t have enough for the maintenance. ” He said coldly.
” Don’t worry about the maintenance, I’ll handle it. You just have to drive them back to the mansion, ” I said, referring to the two maids. ” while we go to the car maintenance store.”
He glared at me, the expression on his face told how surprised he was at my words.
I hated it when innocent people have to suffer for what they didn’t commit. I have enough in my account, eighty dollars isn’t a big deal.
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We had returned few minutes after Mr Luciano’s arrival. We were supposed to be in the house by 3pm but due to the scratch, we were returning back at after five.
” What took you guys so long?” He asked.
” Well, I went hanging with Tony at the play pack. ” That came out so sudden.
” Tony? ” He asked to be sure if I’d rather say, surprised.
” Yes, Tony, the driver.”
He laughed. ” I never thought you’d be hanging out with the driver. ”
” Well, everything isn’t about wealth. It’s more about fun. He’s cool, though. ”
” Tony is a cool guy. You’re never gonna regret having him as a driver. ”
” Yeah, I thought as much. ”
Tony and I have decided to keep the incident between us. I also had to tell the two maids who were present when the incident happened.
They promised not to tell Me Luciano a word about it. Case closed.
I relaxed on my bed with a glass of strawberry wine beside me. I held my half written article on one hand, reading through what I have written over and over again.
I didn’t want to bother Mr Luciano to help me, I need to start writing my article all by myself.
I managed to type the little I have written in my laptop, and the rest would have to be something for some other time.
For over this week now, a lot of news stations have reported the massive number of killings in the City. No one is safe anymore.
Every one suspects it to be the normal drug gang stuffs, but guess the innocent seem to be involved in some death cases.
And I hated what I think. What if… What if it has a lot to do with Christopher Adams?? I thought to myself.
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I woke up late the next morning. I can’t believe I missed service.
I hurriedly took my bath and dressed up to church. I didn’t mind if I had breakfast, I don’t miss service.
Today’s service was motivating. Rev. Bernard really made a good preaching today.
While the service went on, my gaze met with someone who looked exactly like the Christopher Adams Mr Thompson always talk about.
Thou, I could only see his side view, but I’m certain it’s him.
I waited for the service to be over, then I followed after him. He was so fast, that even before I could make it to the exit door, he’s car had zoomed off.
He had the same hair cut, so I’m certain it is definitely him.
But that was surprising, you know. A notorious gangster just attended today’s service. I mean, that’s crazy!
What’s he trying to prove? The innocent baby Jesus or what exactly??
No wonder why Ruthie made the statement when she said, “ You might end up meeting him along the road but you won’t notice you’ve met with London’s most wanted. ”
Honestly, I’ll admit, he looks so innocent to be suspected.
🩸TEMPTING
THE DEVIL🩸
( Bounded With You )
By, Cisca. H.
Chapter 9:
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Draco Luciano ✓
I stormed into the company, still fuming from what happened in the warehouse.
I made my way downstairs to my father’s office, replaying the death issue of one of my men over and over again.
I didn’t recognize knocking as I grabbed the silver handle of the white door and barged in.
I found my father pacing his office, scre-ming at some poor soul from Spain.
I made my way to one of the decorative chair at a corner and sat, crossing my leg over the other.
” I don’t give a damn f*ck what you have to do, dipshit, just Fix It! ” He yelled as he held the phone away from his ear and directly in front of his mouth.
I watched as he walked over his black desk. Grabbing the black leather chair, he pulled it out before settling on it.
A large sigh escaped his l-ips before he brought his hands up to his temples, rubbing it roughly.
” Your cousin brother is going to be the end of me.” He mumbled as he closed his eyes.
Rico was my little cousin brother and he was by far the smartest idiot I knew.
He was also brilliant and learned quickly, but every action he took he left witnesses behind.
He was a mess.
He always end up killing the wrong target. I think that dude still needs more training.
” I’ve got a good news.” I said, finally breaking the silence. ” Uncle Joel is dead. ”
” Good Mary. I’m glad that sneaky bastard is gone. He has been stealing from the business and blowing out money over some shit. ” He said still rubbing his temples.
” Too bad they got him before I did. The Americans actually did us a favour for once. ” I laughed dryly.
” They did do us a favour killing him. But those bastards also helped stealing from us. ” He slammed his fist on the desk as he stared at me. ” I wish I had killed him myself. ”
” F*cking Americans.” I mumbled as I went to the cabinet at the corner, taking an expensive glass of whiskey from it.
I poured the whiskey into two glass cup, offering one to my father while I took the other, returning back to the couch I was sitting.
” Son, the ball is coming up soon.” Father spoke coldly.
” So? ” I asked, refilling my drink.
I tilted my head back as I brought the glass to my l-ips, drinking the entire contents in just one gulp.
” We cannot have a repeat of last year.” He said as he stared at me, glaring directly into my soul.
” What happened last year wasn’t my fault. It would have been nice if he hadn’t involve his son into it.”
” That’s why I don’t want the same thing to repeat itself again. If you want to have him dead, you can actually do that outside the ball. ” He warned.
” Sir, yes, sir. ” I said with a heavy sigh.
The club was two days after today. I would have refused to go if not for my father.
Seeing Remon’s face will only urge me to kill him without minding the public.
And I hated the fact that that kid was gonna show up in the ball. For damn sake, I’m not interested anymore.
” I change my mind.” I said to my father after a thoughtful while.
” On what?” He questioned.
” Attending the ball.” He rose an eyebrow at my reply.
” Is it about the kid, Remon?” He asked.
” I don’t want the same thing to happen again, so I better stay back.”
” This isn’t an option of if you are interested to come or not, it’s more of a decision that you have to be there.” He said, sounding less interested on my refusal to attend the ball.
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~ AT THE MASS STATION ~
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Natalie ✓
” Peter, I need you in my office.” I heard Mr Thompson call from his office.
Peter went immediately to reply his call.
Many things has been happening lately in the city and every one has been a lot busy on their article.
I didn’t remember eating before coming to work and my stomach has been grumbling for hours now.
It isn’t lunch period yet, so I’ll just have to ignore the pains until one hour is over.
The telephone rang, I quickly picked it up. ” Hello? This is Natalie Bradeson, who am I speaking with? ” I said.
” Hello, Nat, it’s Dad. ” Dad said from the other side.
” Dad? ” I exclaimed excitedly. ” Hey, dad, how you doing?” I asked, glad to hear his voice.
” I’m doing good over here, what about you?” He asked back.
” Same here.” I said. ” How is Russia? ”
” Well, it’s cold over here and I’m honestly missing my daughter and home too. ”
” I miss you too, dad. How is the business going? ”
” It’s going good as expected. Though we are experiencing some challenges but the managers are working on it. ”
” How long is that gonna take? ”
” Probably days or so, I guess. How are you doing with your temporal home and work? Luciano told me you’ve been having fun lately, is that true? ”
” Yeah. I’ve hanged out several times with Tony and the maids, especially during shopping. ”
” Tony? ” He asked, as if to say that was the only word I mentioned. ” Isn’t that the driver?”
” Yeah, he’s really cool to hang out with. ”
” Well, that’s a good thing. Never expected you’d hang out with a driver. ”
I remember Mr Luciano making the same statement the day of the incident at the market.
” Do you think I shouldn’t?” I asked.
” No, I didn’t say so. I mean, I’m surprised. You hærdly hang out with friends.”
” That’s because you don’t let me leave the house, who’s fault?”
” Okay, I didn’t say you shouldn’t, and I am totally fine with you hanging out with anyone. I’m only trying to avoid Luciano from suspecting there’s something going on between you and his driver. ”
” Don’t worry about Mr Luciano, he knows we aren’t a thing. I just love having him around, that’s all.”
” Okay. So how has work been this days? ” He asked, changing the topic.
” It’s been stressful lately.” I answered.
” Why? ”
” Since the killings and kidnaping became so serious in town, Mr Thompson made us write a story about them everyday.
Most times I hærdly sleep at night just to make sure my stories are concrete and presentable. But don’t worry, dad, I’m used to already. ”
” That’s one major thing I hate about being a journalist.” He said. ” But since you said you are okay with it, I’m cool with it too.
But remember, don’t stress yourself too much and try to get some sleep as soon as you’re done with a story, okay? ”
” I will, dad. ”
” Okay, take good care of yourself for me. ”
” I will, you too. Bye. ”
” Bye, sweetheart. ” He hung the call.
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I returned late that night. Mr Luciano had returned about an hour earlier than me.
I went straight to the fridge to get a glass of cold water, gulping it at once. I exhaled heavily.
I left to my room, throwing myself on my bed. I dozed off still with my shoes and clothes on.
I woke up around 10 o’clock feeling hungry. Mr Luciano had just finished answering a call.
He was sipping on his red wine on one of the decorative chairs in the sitting room.
” I was surprised to hear you had gone to bed without eating, hope everything is alright? ” He asked as I put the first spoon of rice into my mouth.
” Of course, I am. Just a bit tired, that’s all.” I said, grinding on the rice in my mouth.
He stood up from his seat, walking to the dinning. He sat on his favorite chair, then he sipped on his drink.
” I won’t be home on Wednesday night.” He told me.
” Why?” I asked. ” Is there a problem? ”
” Not at all. A friend invited me to come over to his party, I’ll love to be there. ”
” Can I follow you to the ball?” I asked.
” Do you want to?” He asked back.
” Yes, I do.”
” It’s up to you then. You just have to be back home on time, because I am supposed to be there by eight o’clock. ”
” I’ll try making it up before that time.” I promised.
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To Be Continued…