BEING A MAFIA PRISONER
ERINKA WORRY

Erinka was watering flowers in her tiny garden in front of her house. When two of their neighbors asked Monica.

"Miss Erinka, when is your sister coming home? Now winter many people are suffering from pain and need treatment" said one of them.

Erinka took a deep breath. Actually since the three days of Monica's departure he has not received any news about his sister. Given the threat of the people who brought Monica, Erinka is afraid to tell the truth.

"My sister hasn't told me when she's coming back, aunt. He had to attend a seminar in Rome" Erinka told a lie.

"May Miss Monica's work be completed quickly, too far if you have to go to a neighboring village" said one of them.

"Yes aunty", answered Erinka smiling kindly at the two, although the smile actually seemed bitter. There's no word yet on Monica.

*

Monica looked at her face from the reflection of the mirror in the room. A week had passed, Monica had done nothing in that place.

Luigi and Carlo have not been seen in the mansion for several days. More precisely since Luigi kissed her, Monica did not see her whereabouts again.

It's already night. The sky outside was getting darker, all day the rain flushed the earth.

Monica got up from her seat, slowly she opened the room door and peeked at the situation outside. There were usually two guards standing at the corner of the corridor. But now there's no guard there.

Slowly Monica closed the door and stepped closer to the arch, but it turned out to be a clattering of footsteps up the stairs from the bottom floor.

Monica frowns looking for a hiding place. He did not think of going back to his room.

His feet led up the stairs.

"Oh my God, why am I even here? This floor belongs to that man. There was nothing for hiding, there was only Luigi's room", his inner.

Again the clattering of steps was heard climbing the stairs to his place.

"How is this?", muttered Monica frantically.

Monica slowly ran, to which Luigi's room was headed. "May not be locked" he said. I hope that man doesn't come home tonight. And the one who climbed the stairs was just a bodyguard who would stand guard outside the room" he continued.

Monica breathed a sigh of relief when she was in the room that had been three days always in it. But he did not pay attention at all to the situation there. It turned out to be very broad.

Monica's hearing could hear footsteps approaching in front of the door.

"Oh my God, don't tell me he's back–"

"What should I do now? God help me".

Monica's mind led her to open the closet. Without thinking long the girl went into the closet filled with Luigi's clothes certainly. Monica held her breath, she was afraid that anyone would know where she was now.

Monica arranged her breathing to be regular. Even though his heart was still racing when the footsteps he was avoiding were in that room.

Monic, trying to peek out of the closet door. Sure enough the owner of the mansion has returned. Luigi's back. The man looks healthy. Monica could see it.

The girl repeatedly swallowed her saliva. Kala Luigi stripped one by one the buttons of his shirt. And throw that shirt in any direction. Her queen's stomach was still wrapped in gauze. Looks clean. Like new in the replace.

"Is it possible that she treated the wound a few days ago?", thought Monica.

Not only that, Luigi clamped his cell phone to his lips. While his fingers open the belt that is coiled in the jeans he wears.

"A-pa what's he doing?"

Monica's body suddenly shakes. Monica panics even more as the man heads to the closet where she is hiding.

"Shitt. What should I do now", he said in a panic that was fatal because his head touched the iron hanger above his head causing a noise.

Monica's heart was pounding. His fingers covered his mouth and nose which let out a loud roaring breath.

Monica could see Luigi suspicious. The man narrowed his eyes staring intently at the closet. He spontaneously picked up the gun that was still stuck in his waist.

"Oh God help me!"

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To be continue