BEING A MAFIA PRISONER
CRY

"What have you done to that girl, Luigi? Looking at this wound, it seems like he is very angry at you".

"Don't say much, just finish your job, Valentino!", exclaimed Luigi annoyed at the handsome doctor who was also his good friend.

"Lucky the folding knife is small, you can imagine if a few more cent longer will hit the vital organs of your body", valentino said while sewing Monica's puncture wound deep and widened on Luigi's back.

Looking at the wound, Monica pressed and slashed the sharp object firmly onto Luigi's back.

Luigi's tongue clucked. "That woman won't kill me, Valen. I know it. It's just panic. I'm sure after this incident Monica regretted hurting me. I won't see him in a long time. Let the guilt haunt him" said Luigi face down on a patient's bed a clinic. The man's tone was so cold with an expressionless countenance.

The lamp with full illumination was right above Luigi's body. Like an operating room in general.

More precisely the clinic inside Luigi's mansion. The clinic was a secret place when Luigi and his people were injured.

It is very dangerous when there are injured and must be taken to the hospital, their existence can be monitored by the enemy.

No one knew the secret place except the owner and his confidants.

After a while Valentino finished his job. The handsome doctor washed his hands.

Carlo is no longer seen with the two. Luigi orders his confidant to see Monica's current state.

"For a few days you should sleep like that. Don't move much, your wound stitches haven't dried yet. After that, with a special bedrock you can sleep on your back as usual" Valentino said.

"This injury is nothing compared to the gunshot wound I got at that time. Why he healed so long. You're overreacting. I'm just like this tonight! Give me a high dose of medicine to quickly heal my wounds, Valen!", Luigi ordered from the bed with a bent position hugging a white pillow.

"Ck! You think treating five stab wounds like that is easy? You bleed a lot. Too late your life can be lost!", exclaimed Valentino.

"Simplek!

"It just so happens that you came Carlo. You make sure your boss obeys my orders, don't let him move before the wound dries. Or he'll die!", ketus Valentino.

Carlo nodded his head. "Good Mr. Valentino".

"Ck. Excessive", said Luigi annoyed.

"You also remind the girl named Monica to be careful, not to fall in love with this annoying guy. It could endanger the girl's life" Valentino continued.

"You dickhead. Go there!", cried Luigi as he threw a pillow at Valentino who chuckled before leaving.

*

"Yes sir. It's the master's iPad connected to the camera in Miss Monica's room" Carlo said, giving Luigi an iPad.

"Miss Monica is asleep. According to Dana all night she cried, feeling guilty for hurting you. It finds out your situation but no one cares about it".

"Don't tell him anything. Let him think I'm dead. I want to see his reaction", Luigi said with a grin painted on his face.

Carlos nodded his head. The man could catch a plan being played by his boss. It won't be easy for anyone who's been caught in Luigi Salvatore's trap.

*

Monica's eyelids twitched as noise rang outside her room. It clearly seemed to sound like feet were in a hurry to step.

Monica got up. Slowly open the door to her room. Monica's swollen brown netra saw some of Luigi's men rush in through the secret door at the very end of the second floor where Monica's room was.

"What's the matter exactly?"

Without a second thought Monica was about to see what really happened. "I've got to find out–"

However Monica's footsteps came to a halt when she saw Carlo coming out of the secret door with a lethargic bowed face. It was not as usual to show the cold and cruel face of the man.

Monica's body freezes. He still wears a dress last night with Luigi.

"C-arlo... A-pa Luigi is fine?", asked Monica nervously with a quivering voice.

With a downcast face Carlo shook his head slowly.

Seeing Carlo like that, instantly made Monica's heart beat. Monica's hands were raised shut her mouth. Monica's lips shook violently. Without realizing it, the clear circles fell by themselves touching the pale face of the girl.

Monica's feeling was suddenly unpleasant. "I killed him..."

The girl ran back to her room. Monica was crying leaning behind the door.

He should have been happy and celebrated his victory by killing the man, but in fact he cried sadly.

Monica had no idea what she was crying about. In the deepest recesses of his heart, he felt lost.

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To be continue