Captor

"I burned that Porsche. What do you think I am going to do today?" He laughed and the moment his words registered my knees denied to balance my weight.

"You…you can't do this. I…we have a party going on. And,…And,…I am…I am…" I was going out of breath and was about to fell in panic as all I see was going black, "Relax, just relax…I was joking, Julie," A laugh from his mouth made me a puzzle. I refuse to look at him as I tried to get my breathing to normal.

"Come on, you don't want to get down there like this." He said rubbing my tears away.

"Why are you doing this?" I hiccupped and got my shoulder up to get his hand away. He smiled before whispering. "I was just having a conversation to see what we can do for this problem..." He rubbed my shoulder as I was his pet. "...You see…I can't really break my ties with him. And, you will never stop inviting him. You are beautiful. It's not…in your hands. So, I have come up with a solution. Will you mind following me?" He said taking out his arm for me to take.

I walked beside him but stopped the moment I notice he had taken me to a very large window. "Trust me…come here." He said and I sniffed before giving my hand in his and took two steps to the window. "Isn't it very calm here?" I looked at him wondering what he is planning to do.

"What? I was only trying to talk…like a couple…to see what we can do to solve this issue. Just look at how calm it is here. How calm this night is?" I turn to look at the window but soon found someone going down. I gasped taking two steps back and looked at Matteo for the explanation.

"What?... I can't cut ties with his family. And, now he will never think about you." I only had my eyes widened. I didn't dare to move. I know I didn't have in me to look down to see what happened to that person.

"You see…the moment you stood from your place..." His mouth was on my ear. "…all the time not creating a scene knowing how important this gala was for me." He said close to my face while I only stared at the window before looking at him. "You…proved you are the only one who should be my wife." He came closer before holding my face.

"Just don't stay still…say something?" I jumped when he got louder and looked at him lost.

"I…you…is he dead?" I said and looked into his eyes. My lips trembled when I found him annoyed,

"Tell me that you love me…that I am…the best husband…or how you feel secure with me…how you love to depend on me…anything Julie…anything."

I looked at the window again before looking at him. "Thank you…you…you are the best." I waited for his response and he nodded his head. "You are welcome,"

I had this constant urge to throw up when we returned to our place. They announced what the organization has done so far with the donations gathered last year but no matter what I couldn't feel at rest. I wonder what happened to his body because here nobody gets to have the slightest idea of what happened. I looked at my purse that had my cell phone back. Matteo returned it. Does it mean he trust me now?

"Julie?" I heard someone say and jumped looking at my back. I blinked and realized it was Mrs Sofia. I know her.

"Hey, you are fine?" She asked and I felt Matteo's hand on my shoulder. "Yes, she is absolutely fine. Why don't you join us?" Matteo answered instead,

She had a boy with him. I was sure he was in high school or something. He came forward to join hands with Matteo and sat beside him while I passed a smile to Mrs Sofia. "He is my son, Thomas." I looked at Thomas. He had brown curls and passed me a smile that I couldn't return and looked back to Mrs Sofia as she talked about how his son had been accepted for an internship in Matteo's enterprise.

"Why you didn't tell me?" Matteo asked and I got my hand on my head to notice it was all sweaty.

"He didn't tell me too. He is interested in building structures."

"Tell me the designer you want to work with. I will appoint you to him." Matteo replied and that kid smiled.

"Excuse me," I said before leaving the table and tried to have my composure as I reached one of the men with the wire in their ear. "Can you show me to the ladies room?" I asked and he gestured me to the lobby that could be spotted on the far right end. I got in there to find it empty. Two huge mirrors were fixed at the wall. It was well lighted here. I took some paper towel to dab it against my forehead and inhaled a huge gulp of air recalling the moment when he gestured to he was going to burn me. I was sure I had something messed up with me when I started feeling dizzy.

A gag took the best of me making me push against one of the doors at my back. I bent and expelled all the water I accepted from Matteo a few minutes ago. A tear escaped my left eye as I sat there leaning to the wall at my left. It was so silent here and I wonder if I had any strength left to get out of here.

"I don't know how I can keep up with these women. She won't stop asking questions." I heard some heels coming and recognized one of the voices to be Mrs Anderson.

"Don't worry, this night won't stay forever." A voice replied,

"It's madness here I tell you. We are here to talk with someone and that person is here to talk with someone else. And, do you know what Wilson told us? That Olivia should have married Mr Lucca? Can you believe it?"

A smile followed before I heard, "Seriously?" I get it must be Mrs Campbell.

"And, Mrs Garcia…she really tried hard to get her hands on that necklace. It is as if she wants to have everything that's an edition. It's crazy."

"It's just a necklace…You know I don't dwell on such things." The voice replied,

"Well, people don't find it as just a necklace…" Mr Anderson replied. I get these were only two and leaned my head to the wall to have some rest for this constant dizziness.

"Did you get to talk with Mr and Mrs Hashimi?" Mrs Campbell asked,

"Umm, no…they have a lot of people around? But I have invited Mrs Lucca and she has good ties with Mrs Hashimi."

"And, what you are going to discuss? Makeup? If you want to have benefits approach Mr and Mrs Hashimi head-on. Well, I am invited to Mrs Hashimi's suit the day after tomorrow. You can come."

"Wow…But I have invited Mrs Lucca and Mrs Martinez that day. You…"

"You can bring Mrs Martinez…" Mrs Campbell replied and I got my eyes narrowed.

"What's wrong with Mrs Lucca?" Mrs Anderson asked and I wonder too.

"Isn't very obvious?" She snickered.

"I have met her. I don't think she is what Sofia told us. Yes, she does look a little absent-minded but I don't think she is rude."

"Well, Sofia doesn't think this way. And, I would rather want my cousin at my home than a snob who can't handle being rich in a night."

"She is pregnant. And, I guess it reflects she loves children. You know Sofia can be very quick to judge."

"Excuse me?..." I heard Mrs Sofia coming in.

"...I am sure she is doing it now to…secure her relationship with her husband. You know what happened a moment ago. I told her that my son graduated and she didn't even congratulate me? If she is pregnant that child is going to suffer a lot." I wonder what I ever did to have deserved this but then I recalled how Matteo did his best to fuck up my first meeting with Mrs Sofia.

"Come on you both, don't be judgmental. I…I am sure she is a little nervous at this party."

"I don't think so. I know such women. They like to act how pretty they are or lucky to secure a man like Matteo." Mrs Sofia said,

"Well, I can't change your view…Hey…I thought you quit." Mrs Anderson said,

"Have you seen this crazy party here? I totally deserve it." Mrs Campbell's voice came. It didn't take a lot of time to notice the smoke coming.

"You know it is not good for your health? What if the tumour kicked back?" I heard Mrs Sofia say and heard a whining,

"You think I want to live?"

"You know what…I guess we are going to invite Mr Bianchi or Mr Henderson." I heard Sofia say,

"Excuse me?" Mrs Campbell asked,

"What? I can see he is into you. And, it is high time that you should have a company."

"You two should go to your husbands. They must be looking for you."

"No, he cares about this fact more that I keep a check on you. And, stop smoking Olivia if you wish to be left alone…" I heard Mrs Anderson.

"Ugh…I wish a company who is not bothered with my smoking." Mrs Campbell replied and I heard the heels leaving.

"I can ask Mr Bianchi to start smoking." They laughed making their way out. I bit my lip and made my way out. I noticed a cigarette that was hardly used and had a red stain of lipstick. I inhaled sharply knowing I shouldn't be bothered by the opinion of others.

I looked at the door with pure horror. I didn't want to get out there but for how long I could hide here. I heard someone coming and found a woman in a professional suit.

"Mrs Lucca? Mr Lucca has asked me to come to check on you."

"I am coming. I am fine." I don't know from where I was gathering the energy to speak.

"I am going to stand outside. It will be better if I return with you." She left and I looked into the mirror.

You are still here, Julie. You are still alive. You will have to make it…for your child. It doesn't matter what others think. You know that you will want nothing but the best for this baby. I looked at my belly wondering what the future will hold.

I recalled how I have a cell phone. Opening my bag I got my cell phone to notice its battery is dead. But…it's the winning. I have my cell phone and I…can be soon out of here.

I got out at the party where most of the people were now moving elegantly on the dance floor. But a lot of them could be soon conversing or making new contacts. I could notice Matteo standing tall in the crowd. He was standing with Mr Hashimi.

Mrs Hashimi seemed interested in talking with the other two women I don't recognize. I walked to my husband and when I got close he noticed me walking to him. Though he passed me a smile but the way his eyes stays unmoved I knew he was irked by my behaviour. My legs worked on getting me closer to him.

"Hello," Mrs Hashimi said but my eyes were fixed on Matteo until he didn't look away. Recalling how my absent state was scrutinized I tried my best to what Mrs Hashimi said.

The other two women standing were Arab women too and I suspect very rich as they already seemed very friendly with Mrs Hashimi. One introduced herself as Mrs Saud and the other one was Mrs Salem.

"Julie," Matteo's very soft sound got my face to him. "Let me introduce you to my friend Mr Saud." I walked to stand closer to him and felt his hand coming onto my waist as I looked at the bearded man in front of me.

"You are one lucky man, Matteo," He said and I nodded hello to him while Mrs Saud came to stand right beside her husband.

"It's very inappropriate, Matteo. You should take your young wife to dance. Or she won't join you for such parties next time." Matteo and I both looked at the man who was supposedly named Mr Salem.

"Matteo and dance…he will never dance to entertain us. But I can show you a move or two if you want." Mr Saud added and Mrs Saud didn't seem to have any issues as her smile remained intact.

"I am not very fond of dancing too…" I looked at Matteo and smiled, "…and I will never stop joining Matteo no matter where."

"Wow, you have got the best one too and I thought only Saud was lucky." Mr Salem said and I could get they were kind of the friends who knew him. Their piercing gaze continued until Mr Hashimi spoke something about the Riverland project and everyone got their eyes on him.

We talked to him for several minutes and with each passing minute, more people came to stand beside us. A piece started playing and even though I tried to decipher whose piece it was I couldn't, that made me look to where the piano was to only notice Mrs Campbell sitting there and playing. Some people were gathered around her too.

I wonder why she chose to trust her cousin's judgment but then it was natural. I don't think I was important enough for her to actually dig up and learn about me. But only imaging that she had to live without her baby was dreading enough. I never hope to see someone at her place.

"You want to dance on this piece." I jumped finding Matteo's mouth in my ear.

"No," I shook my head slowly.

"Don't worry…welcome to my world where if we can't defeat something we destroy it." And, that made me recall the murder I witnessed. I wonder what pain he went through. How his family will find this news? Does Matteo didn't consider any of this before killing him?

I found a middle-aged man coming to Mrs Campbell as she finished her piece. She smiled taking the drink and left the seat to give it to the pianist. I wonder why I was noticing her too much. And, though I know I was seeing her for the very first time I could tell there was something so familiar about her.

The party ended when Mrs Campbell was chosen as the best donator and was paired up with Mr Bianchi who also turned out to be Matteo's uncle. And, though he was his uncle not once he came to see Matteo and likewise was busy connecting to people that concerned him.

I noticed Mrs Campbell dancing with her brother once and as the party preceded to the end more and more couple got on the stage.

But there were still many like us but as the cries and laughter got loud it was not the place where business could be discussed anymore. So, Matteo and I too only gazed at the stage and nodded to several how this talk is not finished here.

We left the venue half an hour later. And, as we made our way out we met Mr Bianchi at the entrance of the hotel. He too was waiting for his car to arrive.

"A tip to you? Don't lose this woman. Or you will be depending on someone like you to set your date and that person will not even look at you in the whole event." I don't know what he meant by this. Mr Bianchi didn't talk to me and left.

I still wonder how so many people were outside but still, no one gets the gist of the accident. I was sure that he took care of it.

Our car left the scene and I looked at how we got to the road. We didn't take the same route and our car went ahead.

I looked at Matteo for the explanation but only find him taking out his bow tie. "Where this car is going?"

And, that did make him look at me but instead of replying his hand came to rest on my arm before he jerked me to look into his eyes.

"What should I do to you?" I could only wonder what he meant while his warm breaths fell on my face. There was something so cruel about his eyes. I got my eyes to the left as he kept nearing.

"You sure are very beautiful, Mrs Lucca…." I looked at him to only get my mouth to his. "…beautiful enough to cause death and destruction and surely the kind of woman who is worth waging the wars."

"I am not…I didn't ask you to…"

"Excuse me?..." He cut my speech and I stared into his eyes before admitting. "Thank you…Matteo."

"That's more like it…aren't you becoming the world's best wife. Well, it is for better. World's best husband shouldn't have any less."

I blinked when he came to suck my lips. His hand around my arm squeezed making me inhale. His tongue got in as he leaned over me all the time making our kiss go deeper. My left hand was on his chest to manage his weight while the other did nothing but stayed between us to keep the distance.

"Stop the car…" He said making our car pull and I breathe in a huge gulp of air.

I wondered where we are and the moment he got out I looked around to find it a very empty road. My heartbeat quickened as he opened the door for me even though we didn't have an audience.

The road was wide and had trees on both sides. It could be a jungle and…he would be here to bury me dead. "What…why are we here?" I asked and wonder if the driver would help me. I didn't even know who this driver was? I took Matteo's hand making my way out.

"For the first time in my life, I killed for a woman. That too not to get that woman because you are already mine…" He stopped talking as I tried to hold on to the hope that he won't hurt me here.

"Matteo…why are we here?" I asked again and he only smiled. He stopped walking as we both stood in front of his vehicle.

"And, I am sure…it is your first time that a man killed for you." And, though I wanted to shriek I didn't ask him to I stayed silent.

I looked at the car the moment a piece started playing, I recognized this piece it is called a table for two. I looked at his hand in surprise as he took it out for me to take. And, when I didn't accept he got it on my waist to pull me in ever so gently. But his mere existence was enough for me to not let my guard down.

"Just stay the way you are right now…obedient, beautiful and young and you will stay my wife. Soon, the wife of the wealthiest man ever lived…" I inhaled sharply when my face touched his shoulder as he swings me slowly sideways. "…ever lived…it does have a nice sound to it. Doesn't it?"

I know he was irritated by the fact that I stayed jumpy and cautious. After what he made me see it wasn't in my hands. I don't know why he was being more clingy to me today. I don't think he felt any regret for his actions.

I wanted to retire to bed the moment we got into our room but the moment he hugged my back I knew it wasn't possible.

He was gentle when he took out my ear dangle from the left ear and let it be on the floor. "Come on, I am sure he is in the heavens already." My breath hitched recalling the scene of that body going down. His kisses trailed over my jaw as I arched back my neck on his shoulder. The moment he held my belly I looked down. His hands were filled with blood. He was a murderer.

"What's wrong with you?" He turned me around and I looked at him.

"I am...am scared," I told him.

"It is fine...you should be...but don't stop loving me...I want you to keep adoring me."

"I am trying," I replied and he held my face in his hands.

"I don't want to see you trying. I want you to give your best. And, I already know that you can do it..." He gritted each of his words and hissed at the end. Making my heartbeat even louder when he gathered me in his arms. "...I know you are capable of dealing with me." I looked at this huge man wondering how to do it but this time kissed him back as he got me up and took me on the bed.

It shouldn't be hard for me now but it still was. I would always lose a part of me to him and would get nothing in return. How my life got me here on his bed now seems like a distant memory. What mattered now was a dream that one day I won't be here. And, I will be somewhere he will never ever reach. Somewhere I will never hear about him. My heart long for the day he would disappear for never to return. And, I guess every caged thing would want nothing but the same for its captor.

Who wants Julie to get far far far away from Matteo....Let your comments come to let me know who is ready?