No escaping

It was on the afternoon when Luther called us at the mansion.

I do not know why this freaking game seems so not right to me.

I got this feeling like it was too easy. Everything is basically ready for us to see, which seems stupid. If I will counter a big organization, of course, I would not be that dumb to leave traces on my room, I'd better dispose of it immediately than hide it in my place.

She knows the mafia is not an easy opponent and her life would automatically be on the line so why would she be that foolish?

I know for sure that she is a fool, but she can't be the most foolish above all.

I glared at the door because it interrupted my line of thoughts. Why is that door prone to knocking? Day by day I keep regretting why I had to choose this one.

I open the door in a bitchy mood only to realize that I have another unexpected guest waiting outside my room.

I traced a properly groomed German in front of me. He is wearing a black tuxedo without a bowtie and his massive chest is exposed because it is a bit opened in front, making him look like a machine gun man superstar.

The type of character the television always advertise in an action movie—except that he is not bald. I also noticed his favorite silver watch is with him and that he shaved.

"Good morning Miss," he greeted with a smile on his face, in contrast to my startled expression. I, still in shock looked at him in wonder.

He is here.

"You are here," I noted, astounded in my position.

"Yes." he confirmed. "I have to pick up a lady because I feel like she won't appear at an important event tonight. And I was right because she is here in front of me, not yet dressed in a formal clothing that would make those gentlemen's eyes pop out today."

"And it seems like she is in a foul mood today. I saw it as soon as she opened her door," he added, which made my furrowed brows relax.

Already composed, I opened the door wider for him and his machine gun–which is in his shoulder– so that he can enter the room properly.

"Come in," I invited him.

His eyes first lingered on my face, pausing on my neck, then on my back to study my room. "You have a nice room and I heard you are staying on someone els-"

I cut him off.

"This is my room already. Not anyone's room but me." I arrogantly stated although we all know that I just stole it from someone who has been absent for months.

I bet the owner already died.

"Scheming." he remarked." Anyway, I will not accompany you to your room now because I have to talk to a long-lost friend of mine. Long lost not because he was lost, but because we haven't really interacted nicely all these years."

"You have a friend?" I belittled him, to which he responded with a wink.

Oh, how can I even maintain my usual not-caring expression when I am with this old man?

"Take a bath and dress up now. I will be waiting for you downstairs. 1 hour is already enough for your preparation right?"

I nodded at him.

"Okay then." his eyes lingered one more time at a particular part before it drifted straight to my eyes. "And don't think of escaping now," he reminded me as he cooly turn his back to leave me now.

Tss.

Handsome oldie.

-

I reached the parking lot only to see him being crowded by Vienne, Rex, and Rene. Deither in on a fine distance leaning on his car so I cannot say that he is crowding him too. Rex and Vienne are busy indulging themselves in his legendary gun while Rene is talking to him seriously.

Aware that someone is on her way to them, their heads turn in sync to me as I walk nearer.

I am wearing a black halter-type dress with a bold plunging neckline, making my breasts pop out. The whole of the tight dress flows down elegantly to cover all of my lower body but the slit made it more scandalous. It has a bit of shimmer so I accessorized it with a silver necklace that goes well on the daring neckline and earrings, making it more sophisticated— the pieces that mom gave me before.

She said it would make me look high maintenance. I do not know if I was able to give out that vibe though, together with this bright red glossy lipstick of mine.

Vienne, elbowed Rex on his stomach when she noticed that the playboy is shamelessly checking me out again, an amused smile already etched on his lips.

I adjusted my dress up, especially when Rene frowned at me.

If German is so supportive of what I choose to wear everytime, Rene, in contrast, is a bit protective of me. They have been like that even when I was a child which makes them argue at times. Though of course, German knows when to cover me up if he thinks he needs to.

It's just that Rene is a bit "traditional" according to German.

I passed all of them . I heard German murmur "Old Uncle" to Rene to piss him off just like the old gold times.

Although I didn't look back, I am sure Rene is now throwing daggers at German. I had their expressions and characteristics etched on my brain, and I have no plans to erase those kinds of recollections.

We used our own vehicles, except for Vienne, to reach the majestic mansion of the great Luther Flinn. The wide parking lot is already filled with lots of vehicles and just by looking at it, we can immediately sense a serious scenario later on.

For the owners of these vehicles are no other than the mafia's dangerous personalities— the mafia's powerful clan.

The eerie of the place intensified when we entered the house. Everyone is seated on their respective seats, so us entering late and walking in between their tables looks so dramatic and excruciating— which I found satisfying and familiar.

Rene, German, and I sat on the same table while Vienne and Rex sat together with their fellow assassins. Deither has a reserved seat with the other assassins but he refused to take it. He remained standing at the entrance of the door, watchful of everyone. Obviously not entertained again.

Together with Rene and German, we are on the nearest table from the stairs and that's certainly because of our titles. I can't believe my title could get me this near to Luther. Nearer than the past years, but still unappreciated like before.

Then there is definitely no development.

We all looked up when a shadow formed upstairs. Luther in his well-ironed black suit, tonight, is smiling on his ears looking below us— his constituents. He was beaming darkly alone like a master to his slaves. His dominating aura and creepy smile is making everyone's mouth shut.

I waited for someone to appear beside or behind him but none did. I roamed my eyes on each table to find him but he really isn't here.

He is still not done with his woman? He was with her the whole night, and until now?

I refrained myself from thinking beyond because that is a dangerous trail to take.

I tore my gaze away from Luther when a group entered, holding an already bruised woman, so far from the unscratched lady I last met in the cafe.

Beatriz is inconsiderately dragged towards the mansion and I can't help but notice that they had already started their punishment on her. She is still wearing the simple white shirt and pants uniform at the cafe which are now stained by her blood and the reluctance she possibly did to escape them. Jonas and Trey's grip on her is noticeably tight making her arms shade red.

I skimmed at my wrist and checked my neck on the provided classic small-sized gold mirror on the table. The concealer concealed it well. I am kinda nervous German would spot it earlier.

She was suddenly pushed harshly on the floor when they reached the center. Her lips are tightly shut but her eyes shouted her pain when it teared up a little, even if she is trying hard to not. I suddenly felt the need to attend to her but I stopped myself. There is no way for both of us to pass these people without getting an immediate death. I know that under their clothes or tables are their weapons. I am not gonna place my life for her, I know better.

And... why should I save her?

"I DID NOT DO IT!" she suddenly shouted with all her remaining energy towards all of us. Convincing us all.

Briefly, a sharp swiss knife pierced her legs and it made her ache more.

A familiar silver sharp knife.

I traced where it came from and saw Luther, hand still up from his movement. He casually dropped his hand before speaking.

"She served the organization that lead one of the mafia's important partner's death. She must die." he announced to everyone before he fully focused on me. "It is your duty to free us from this kind of deceitful snake."

I briefly met his eyes and he smiled at me.

"Kill her reaper." he commanded.

Instantly, I rose to my seat and grabbed my gun with me as I walk menacingly in between the tables. I undoubtedly placed the tip of it on her temple and she closed her eyes automatically, waiting for 'it'. Jonas and Trey stepped backwards, entrusting me the woman.

"A traitor who killed an important partner cannot just taste an easy death." I said shortly and loudly to let anyone hear it. "What about a week for torture?"

As expected, I immediately overheard objections from the crowd. I didn't waste my time looking into everyone's eyes except Luther's eyes, who holds the main decision. Their displeasures and objections will remain unessential once he decides about my proposal.

"Seems like a lot of our assassins here doesn't approve your proposition," he stated.

I remain undisturbed and proud. Uncaring of the crowd's noise.

"I am the mafia's reaper. And I believe I have a greater say of how and when to kill a traitor compared to them."

Now, this title of mine is getting useful and interesting.

His lips rose at my arrogance. "So tell me why should I agree to that reaper. What's so great about your plan that we can delay her end?"

"I believed an idea is already circulating on your mind, that her betrayal doesn't just lie on that ambush. Like you, I believe there are more to it." I asserted and saw how he became interested in it.

"And we have to extract all of what she knows to catch the people who have been constantly targeting the mafia for years. If we will just kill her in an instant we might miss the opportunity to dig up her mind. We might lose a valuable source."

His serious eyes lingered on me while the crowd remained watchful of our little interaction. "There is a high possibility that she would not spill things. We are already tired of-"

"I will make sure she would talk and spill. Mark my words." I sternly argued back, convincing all of them that I can and she will. The overwhelming certainty of my voice cannot be opposed.

A minute of stillness ticked. And there are only two of us staging a show. Luther then tore his eyes on me, directing it all on the people inside the mansion.

"Those who are in favor should stand, and those who are not can remain seated. As usual, the majority will win. The choices have been declared, it's up to all of you now." he announced up there.

I wasn't confident of that now, especially because most of them knows me as someone who should not be trusted.

German, rose on his seat after his announcement. And I felt bothered when a few minutes passed and none move to stand up, except for Deither who has been standing since he entered. I am already getting skeptical not until Rex followed. Then Vienne, and Rene.

And that started the continuous standing up of the assassins. I lost count of people standing up so I stopped doing it. My eyes darkened at my unexpected win. I turned my gaze back to Luther who seemed to be watchful of me for a while. He swiftly removed his resonant eyes on me and returned it back on the crowd.

"Meeting adjourned." he stated.

He immediately eyed the two men behind me and I noticed how that signaled Jonas to hit Beatriz on her neck, making the woman pass out. Despite the ruckus, I noticed how Trey catched and carried her considerately, something which made me glance at Deither, who on the other hand is not looking at them. I removed my eyes off of him when he started to set his deep eyes on me.

It wasn't my responsibility to follow them but I still did to escape from Deither. That guy is suddenly creeping me out. I felt like the longer I stare at those orbs, the more he will get to know the thoughts playing in my mind and I don't want that. My thoughts are only for me to know.

We paved the way out and I noticed how her friends looked concerned but is powerless to jump in for her. We were already at the parking lot when a disturbing person entered together with his large motorcycle. I ignored his entrance effortlessly, walking still behind Trey and Jonas but he disturbingly stopped his bike within the little space I left after Trey and Jonas.

I halted my steps because if I won't, that would make me bump on him and his motorcycle.

He airily removed his helmet, messing his black hair in an effortlessly fascinating way. His dark deep eyes immediately found mine so to equal his air, I didn't remove my grey orbs too.

My jaw tensed up when his arms suddenly scoop me on the waist, making me sit on his lap, facing him and not the in front of the bike. I don't know how he did that but he performed it the way he wanted to, in a heartbeat to an obscene manner.

My legs were immediately illegally exposed.

Trey and Jonas stopped on their tracks to look at us.

Prompted, I am into the moment to jump off his motorcycle but he suddenly drives it extremely fast, out of the mansion and of anyone's sight. Not allowing me to escape.

A memory of his woman riding with him last night in this motorcycle passed my mind so I rebelled on my position again but the moron bend more on me and speeds up more on the road to the point where I am literally seeing blurry lights on the way. I can feel my dress expose more of my chest and it is welcoming hot breaths.

Aware of my situation, I restrained all the words in my mind, making sure to fire it all up once he stops this motorcycle. We entered on an automatic gate and reached a familiar house.

Yes, I am drunk when I got here but I clearly recognize this large white, accentuated by black, modern three-story house. The whole of this house is too hard to forget.

I immediately jump off the motorcycle with my heels pointed on the floor to turn my back to him and face the gate to remove myself from this house. He didn't move to stop me and I sensed him watch me until I reached the irritatingly inescapable huge gate.

I tried to look for a button or something but I found none. Being a reaper, I tried to escape by climbing it up but the effin' gate seemed to be smartly designed to not allow anyone from escaping its owner. There is nothing to hold on to and it was plainly straight so how can I climb on it now when I had no rope or tool to pull myself up? Trees in the place are also unavailable to climb up!

It is my dead end.

I madly marched back to him, who is casually leaning on his motorcycle with his eyes raking all of me vulgarly, getting me more heated.

This man knows to make me freaking react even when I shouldn't! I gritted my teeth under. I grabbed the little gun from my black purse and pointed it at his forehead when I am near him, but as usual, he only did a quick move to snatch it on my hold.

Barbarity exploded on my head.

Piss off!

"The fuck wit-" my statement is cut midway when his right arm skillfully found a way to slide on my waist, tugging me closer on his chest as he plants a light sweet kiss on my neck. I felt his lips move thrice before he freed it.

His thumb glided on my wrist before he bowed his head and probed more of its color.

I pushed him on his hard chest but it only made a little distance in between because his arm on my waist pushed me forward to him again. He caught my eyes.

"My reckless driver has been caught," he breathed on my ears. His forehead is on mine. "You can't escape me now."