Kidnapped by a Psychopath- Chapter 18

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AMBER RAIN:

"Where no hope is left, is left no fear."

I instantly felt a rush of hot vomit shoot up my throat. I had to clasp both my hands over my mouth in order to avoid spewing my insides out in front of everybody.

Her skin was gray; the blood seemed to have drained from her body, such a ghostly white sheet remained. Her eyes. . . god her eyes were open. Widened in fear; looking up at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The green was practically nonexistent. No life left in them.

After a few minutes of white noise in my ears Chiara grabbed my wrist again, her hand was steady like she was used to the morbidity.

"Amber. . ." She spoke softly, shaking my arm lightly as she tried to pull me out of my trance. "Let's get out of here. You shouldn't have to see this."

I blinked finally, a tear I didn't even know I was bottling up slipping from my eyes and running down my cheek.

I went to turn, wanting to leave the scene and get as far away as possible when something caught my eye. A silver bowl lay next to her corpse. An oatmeal looking substance was spilled across the white carpet, the brown paste drying and staining.

The spoon was laying in a balance between the floor and the bowl, the thick food matted on it.

But I hadn't touched that food this morning. . .

I stopped dead in my tracks and grabbed Chiara's upper arm with a assertive grip. We made eye contact, her face twisted in confusion.

"She was eating the food left for me." I rushed out. "A few hours ago when I came to find you, that- that food was sitting on the nightstand. I", I took a deep breath. "I didn't touch it, Chiara."

Her eyebrows furrowed and she looked past me down where the maid's body laid. Her emotions showed across her face so easily when she realized what I was sputtering about.

She let go of her grip on me and turned.

By now the men who had been pacing the halls with their phones attached to their ears were silent, staring at me as those words left my lips.

Chiara walked over to Arsenal and pulled him aside, leaving me under the burning gaze of the mafia. I avoided making eye contact with any of them and looked down at my feet, moving back and forth slowly to calm my nerves.

Chiara pulled away from their quiet conversation and Arsenal nodded, pulling his phone out once again.

"Um, what's going on?" I asked to her as she walked back over to me, her eyes dilated in what seemed to be fear.

She grabbed me once again, dragging me out of the room and past the men.

When we were a few feet away from the men I looked at her. "Seriously tell me something. What were you and him talking about?" I rushed out, agitation growing in my voice.

She eyed me wearily. "Amber, someone put a hit out for you." She said slowly as we continued down the hallway. "Someone poisoned that food, expecting you to eat it."

The maid had eaten it.

"Someone in this house tried to kill you." She finished.

The blood in the veins turned to ice as it felt like the temperature in the room dropped below zero.

As we turned the corner I heard Arsenal say something that put the fear of God into me as he spoke on the phone.

"We have a mole in the house."

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I was sitting on a black leather couch. The cold surface was resting on my back, my knees were pulled into my chest as I rested my chin on top of them, staring silently at the TV screen.

A random network was displayed across the device. I wasn't focused on it. My mind was swarmed with thoughts.

It was almost midnight at this point, a couple of hours had passed since the body was found, but to me it had felt like days.

Chiara had put me in the main living room, the one that the men had been gathered in relaxing previously. No one was around she had gone with Arsenal and the others to try and make contact with Caden. A few of them have come back and forth checking in on me. They never said anything I just assumed they were making sure I was still breathing. But now I was sitting here alone.

I heard a large door open and slam a few seconds later, the noise of shoes walking filling up my ears. I still was still, my eyes never leaving the satire in front of me.

"Amber."

I heard him. My stomach dropped. The rich sound of his Italian accent rolling off his tongue as he spoke my name.

I didn't move, the clench of my jaw was only noticeable to me.

Caden Moretti moved from lurking behind me to right in front of me, blocking my view of the TV.

My eyes stared into his black slacks, nervous to look up and meet his ice blue eyes. I just blinked, pulling my knees closer in my chest; a way I felt more secure even if it accomplishes no goal.

"Someone in my home wants you dead." He started, his voice steady with an edge laced in it. He was angry. "There were traces of Ricin in the food left for-"

"Ya we figured this out hours ago." I deadpanned. "You weren't here."

Part of me was enraged he hadn't been here. I don't have the urge to be around this man, I wish I was back home not having to live this nightmare of a life but being stuck here and being told one psychopath has the intention to kill me was already too much. And now, having to acknowledge that there's another one; an unknown person with agenda to take my life for reasons I don't even understand is just insane. A person who Caden has trusted to be around him and in his family. In my nineteen years of walking this planet I haven't made enemies. Sure, some girls didn't like me some guys resented me for not going all the way with them but no enemies. Now, apparently people who want me dead are lurking around every corner. At least Caden is straight up and I know what to expect from him; not knowing when I turn my back what could happen is the absolute worse feeling. Caden wasn't here to stop anything, fucking us both over.

"I was out." He said, I could tell his jaw was clenched. "Don't fucking cut me off."

I finally looked up at him. Hate clear in my eyes as we made contact.

"How about you fucking do your job as a boss and know who the fuck you're letting in and out of this place." I seethed. "Now, because of you, there's a traitor in your-"

The breath was ripped from me as satan grabbed my throat like a python, slamming me down so I lay horizontal across the sticky leather.

My hands shot up and grabbed his muscular arm trying to pry him off of me. Unsuccessful.

He kneeled down, squeezing my airway tighter as he leveled his face above mine. My face was burning as the blood rushed through my skull.

"Don't you ever talk to me that way." He practically growled out. "I'm very well aware that I have a rat in my men."

He let go.

I gasped for air, coughing frantically. Tears from his tight pressure slipped from my eyes and my body was shaking.

He didn't move from his position above me. He just looked at me, taking in how pathetic and weak I looked compared to him.

"When I find out whose behind this," he said with a small grin growing. "I'll cut off every limb of their body and send it to their family in a box with a pretty red bow on top."

He pulled away, standing back up and adjusting his tie.

I just laid under him, too stunned to move. He always seems to leave me stunned.

"Why do you always do this!" I yelled, snapping back into reality. I sprung up from the couch trying to get my face level with his one. That being pretty impossible considering he towered over me.

"You always fucking hurt me to get your point across!" I shoved his chest. He didn't move. "I'm so sick of this! Do you ever even stop and think about anyone but yourself? You have been putting me through a living hell! The only normal person here is your sister! I was trying my best to get adjusted to this whole thing and apparently that's impossible! A young girl was fucking murdered! She was probably starving and that's why she ate the food left for me! She died because of you. Because of the things you do for a living. You're cruel. It's really no surprise someone is trying to ruin you." I spat, the most venom dripping from my every word.

"You done now?"

The words didn't come from Caden. He was staring at me, our faces barely inches apart. His eyebrows narrowed as if he was getting ready to break me into two.

"The sexual tension." The voice said, a low whistle following his statement.

That snapped us out of our staring contest. We both turned towards the voice.

Shadow stood leaning against the the wall at the entrance of one of the hallways watching us. His eyes fixated on me. I wonder how long he had been standing there.

I subconsciously backed away from Caden wanting to put some distant between us.

"Please never say that again." I said, looking into his ember eyes. I crossed my arms across my chest.

"What do you want, Shadow?" Caden asked. His eyes also on the dark clothed man.

"While you two were about to have a quick round of hate sex," I rolled my eyes. "We found something on the tapes."

Caden grabbed my upper arm and pulled me towards Shadow. Moretti led the way down the hall, dragging me behind him and Shadow following suit.

We ended up at a large room I hadn't seen before after a few minutes of walking in silence. When Caden finally let go of his vice grip on me there was deep imprints of his fingers remaining,
visible on my flesh.

The room was covered in computer screens and gadgets I hadn't seen before. Large monitors, hundreds of buttons, flashing colorful lights. It was a security room.

A man I hadn't seen before was sitting in a large leather chair, his back was facing us as he stared at a large screen displaying video footage of the whole mansion. There was at least two hundred small boxes that could be seen on the screen, each one focused on a different area of the house.

"What did you find, Enzo." Caden spoke as he walks over to stand next to the chair.

The man, Enzo, started typing across the large keyboard. "Stavo controllando il filmato di prima di oggi quando ho visto questo accadere intorno alle 5:30."

I couldn't understand what he was saying but he clicked a few more buttons and one of the small boxes enlarged to take up the whole screen. I recognized the scenery in the imagine. It was the hallway right outside of my room.

The time at the top right corner of the screen said 5:37 pm. I had been asleep during that time. . .

While Enzo played the footage, the three of us watched intensely.

Shadow said he'd been outside my door but he was nowhere to be seen. If I noticed it I'm sure Caden did too and I'm also sure he would not be happy about that.

After a minute of blank film we saw a figure. It was just the back side of him, he was dressed just like all the other men in the house. Black suit. The first thing I noticed was the greasy black hair pulled into a low ponytail.

I gasped.

He walked into my room a few seconds later, not even scanning his surrounds like he new he wouldn't get caught. I felt shivers run down my spine knowing this man had been within a few feet of me as I slept unknowingly.

Caden and Shadow's jaws both clenched visibly. We all knew who it was.

With in two minutes the figure slipped out of the room and was back in the hallway once again. When he left the room, his figure was facing the camera. The man ran his hand down his face and walked away without doing anything else, his short frame was out of the picture when Enzo hit a button and the screen went black.

Caden stood up straight and looked right past me, staring directly at Shadow.

The man looked absolutely enraged but within a blink of an eye it seemed like all the emotion had been drained from him, his face was blank.

"Bring me Matteo, now."

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