Relentless

The next day is the day of Beatriz's first punishment.

I drove to a separate route where the restraining quarter is located at. It is five hours away from the center. I entered an automated gate and parked my motorcycle in the exclusive lot.

I lifted my eyes on the vicinity of the dark gray establishment where the mafia prisons and sanctions people. It is just 5 in the morning so the ones responsible for guarding and securing the place are not that busy but are still professionally alert as usual.

No one's gonna let the guard down.

With my short white tank top that showed more of my skin, partnered with black short shorts that elongated my legs and a black aviators to cover my eyes, I walked confidently to meet an automatic face recognition system they are using here to guarantee the security of the place. The door opened and I continued inside the modernized dungeon.

Darius who is on the front table handed me the number of that woman's room. It is on a green card. I placed it inside my pocket. Seems like they are already informed of my arrival. I roamed my eyes on the trail of black rooms where the prisoners are in.

The only thing that you can see from the outside of the black room is the silver room number and a little scanner for the visitor or attendee who wants to enter. With no clue who is behind the door, the mafia won't make it easy for a traitor or enemy to know if he/she is stepping on the right room of the person he/she is to save.

There are only three persons who knows who is behind all those doors and that includes Darius, who has been serving the mafia since 5. Aside from his skills in combat, his memory is freaking sharp, which is a blessing and curse at the same time.

They chose to not have a list because Luther said it will be secure that way. Storing it all on the person's mind. Someone who is capable to fight for his life. Someone who is only for this organization, even in his afterlife.

I've been here once with German and he taught me everything I know about this place. That this is not a simple jail. This can also be someone's death place because it caters a space as wide as the center's arena where they assassinate and place judgment on a captive, which lies after the trail of rooms.

I stopped in room 44. I let the thing scan me and it immediately welcomed me inside. As soon as I placed both of my feet inside, it automatically closed. I fixed my eyes on the bare gray marbled floor where Beatriz is sleeping now.

Since she is not as alert as I am, I already neared her but she is still in her deep slumber. The bruises she already acquired on her face, neck, and arms didn't escape my eyes. I let my hand touch a strand of her hair, looking at its color.

I am very sure that the one I saw in the dark before the ambush was Beatriz. I am certain that she is the one who rode the motorcycle with another man. I cannot also be mistaken of that woman's hair that night. And the handkerchief that was left in the office which has her name stitched is definitely real.

But I am gambling all of it for a few days. I have to prove to myself that she was not the one behind it even if I only had my gut feeling as my backup.

I rose to my feet and turned my back on her. I cannot do anything suspicious in here because the hidden CCTV in this room is strictly monitored. I grabbed the card on my pocket and showed it on the scanner inside. I returned the card back to Darius and removed myself out of the establishment.

I will return back at 3 pm because that is the time for her first punishment and of course, I am required to attend. For now, I have to go back to my room and analyze the situation more.

That woman's life is in my hands now. I should not make any mistake or she will immediately die.