Adrian
“Argh” painful moans escaped my lips.
I tried touching my head but couldn’t.
My hands were tied.
My eyes instantly peeled open.
There was an opened window in front of me, and the sunlight that shone through the gaps caused my eyelashes to bat.
I clenched it shut instantly, but then a shadow stood between the light rays and me.
I looked, and saw a man standing in front of me.
The sunlight left shadows on his face, but when he spoke I finally realized what had happened to me a few hours ago.
Kidnapped!
“You are up?” Franklyn muttered with so much disgust.
He walked forward and held my jaw, piercing his finger deep in my skin.
“Living large?” He spat.
“The Moretti’s are nothing but snakes.
Having others do their dirty work and when it’s done, what do they do?
Wipe them off like they were nothing but dogs.”
“I swear to end all of you.”
I stared coldly at him.
There were moments I thought of dying—but being killed by a loser like him?
Not a chance.
When he didn’t see an ounce of fear in my eyes, his demeanor changed.
He pounded towards me with his cheeks raised in fury, “There is no need to behave honorably here, you are dying Mr Moretti.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I hissed, “dying?
That’s not going to happen today.”
“And what do you mean by the Moretti’s make people do their shitty job?”
He flared in anger.
“Playing innocent?
The heir of the Moretti is no better.
I know your father, he wouldn’t name you his heir if you aren’t half as formidable as he is.”
I couldn’t figure out his problems, but there was one thing I could tell, he sure does hate the Moretti’s.
My lips parted, as I wavered my eyes around searching for any clues or ideas to get the ropes loosen.
He laughed, he cried, he smiled—it was hard to tell if Franklyn was fueled by revenge or if he was simply unhinged.
Then he yelled-
“Killing off my parents was the worst thing Leonardo Moretti could have done.
I promise to send him to you in the afterlife.
It won’t be long, so you won’t be bored.”
Finally, he spilled it.
Leonardo had killed his parents?
I was blank.
Not surprised, not without remorse.
I stared into his eyes, and all I could see was the way he despised me.
As though being in the same space with me was a crime.
I could swear I’ve always known something was different about him.
The way he threatened me with no fear at the engagement, he seems to be someone who has given up hope in living.
But there was one thing I was still curious about-
Clubpink.
He had mentioned it like he knew I frequent there.
“Is that why you have tried to link me up with clubpink?” I tried to get the information without exposing myself.
“Adrian…” he laughed.
“I had guessed it.
I see the way you stare at Nikolai, and I noticed he was looking out for you throughout the engagement.
I’m not going to lie, he did make my work quite hectic and delayed.”
“And clubpink, I’ve seen you before.
Always sitting and watching the men dance.
The mask hides your face, but a lot of things give you away.”
He trailed my body with his gun, and ended up on my watch.
Shit!!!
I realized, I’ve messed up indeed.
I’ve always worn the same watch everywhere.
Perhaps, it gave me away.
He walked closer and placed his gun on my face.
“I had thought of selling it out to the Mancini’s, but then, an even better idea came to mind.”
He took out his phone and then stared at me.
For a few moments I was stunned, who could have sold out such information.
Who could have known it was me?
Perhaps, there have been loose ends.
‘I need to get out of here!’
My eyes wavered to the bottle of beer at the far corner.
This bastard has been drinking while I was passed out.
An idea-
If I could get him to use the bottle, then I’d have a chance.
“I am going to do you a favor before you die.
I will start a live recording and have you confess to the world that you are gay.” He raised his brows in excitement and stared at me waiting for my consent.
I scoffed.
“Threats don’t work on me Franklyn, if you are going to have me killed, better do it now, while you still have the time.”
He seemed upset.
His face squeezed in an instance and hurried to me wiping his gun on my face.
My lips parted due to the forceful contact, and blood spilled from my lips.
I spit it out and then looked up at him, “You are weak.”
“What did you say?” He was ready to give me another punch.
“You hit like a girl.” I laughed so hard that Franklyn kept looking around, when he saw the bottle, he grabbed it and smashed it on my head.
The world went silent for a moment, and I could even hear the bottle shards hitting the floor.
Blood gushed from my head and dripped on my face.
I fell on my shoulders, my body about giving up on me.
I breathed slowly, trying to relax my muscles to avoid going into shock.
Franklyn seemed excited, standing over me and smiling.
My lips curled in laughter, my shoulders shaking.
The pain in my head was excruciating but I wouldn’t let Franklyn feel any bit of satisfaction.
When he noticed I was smiling, his smile disappeared and removed the safety in his gun, aiming at me.
“I wonder if you’d still be able to laugh when you are six feet under.”