Chapter 8

"Your brother? What do you mean?"

The man grinned, he looked happy at the strange situation Layla was experiencing which actually made Layla feel even more afraid and uncomfortable. This man almost killed her five minutes ago and now he was acting like a crazy pervert with a handsome face.

The man walked forward and cornered her further into a tree where a hot bullet had been stuck. He pointed his rifle with his left hand at Layla's neck while his right hand rested directly above her head.

"Don't play dumb, you're Lucien' slave, aren't you?"

"Y-you're his brother?"

"I'm his little brother, his beloved little brother. So you could say, what's his is mine too."

"W-what do you mean?"

This man managed to make Layla feel bullied, even though he didn't say anything strange. He was Lucien brother and what was wrong with that? But the only thing that made Layla feel even more worried was because there was a possibility that she would have to face these two strange men if she remained in this place.

"I have to go-" she tried to run away, but the man quickly grabbed her hand and pushed her against a tree. He is quite rude and seems reluctant to hurt anyone, even a woman.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Let me go! Let me go!"

"Let you go? Haven't you been hired to be a slave for three months? How can you say you want to leave? Oh I know, you don't like it here and are trying to run away from your duties as a slave, right?"

"I-I-"

"You know? Disobedient slaves will be punished!" He whispered in a deep voice. Layla trembled, her face getting paler. This man's threat sounded like a villain in a thriller film she often saw on TV. Absolutely crazy and scary.

She didn't move, she didn't want to just surrender, but she also couldn't run away. This man was holding a rifle and could shoot her at any time if she tried to escape.

Her head was thinking hard about what she should do in this choking situation. She was very sure that the man named Lucien and the man who claimed to be his younger brother were not good people. They look dangerous because they can easily carry firearms like this.

"No, I have to go no matter what. The three maids who helped me looked very scared when Lucien said that they would face consequences for the mistakes I made. He might have done something dangerous. If I stay here, I might be tortured until dead." She thought. She could barely think straight. Fear had filled her veins and it was difficult for her to fight back.

She glanced at this man's crotch and a crazy idea appeared in her head. No matter how strong a man is, he must have weaknesses, she knows that and the man standing in front of her is definitely the same. She calculated silently and started kicking the man's crotch very hard.

"Aaagh shit..." as she expected, this man screamed in pain and lost control. She took the opportunity to snatch the rifle in his hand. Realizing that Layla was trying to grab his rifle, this man immediately pushed Layla's body until she fell onto the grass. The panic that Layla felt made her accidentally pull the trigger of the rifle and shoot right into this man's shoulder.

Bang...

The sound of gunfire broke the silence of this vast and silent place. The man fell silent after feeling the hot bullet stuck in his shoulder.

He lost his balance and fell face down right on top of Layla's body who was lying on the ground. She froze after realizing that she had shot someone.

"Oh no, I killed him." She thought. She was on top of her and she could smell his perfume. She felt very afraid because this man could have died from the shot. After three minutes of silence, this man suddenly moved and lifted his body.

"Ugh...damn, you want to kill me, don't you?" He said while holding his blood-stained shoulder.

"Y-you're still alive?"

"Damn you-"

Four men dressed in black walked quickly towards the two of them. She was sure that the four men were the guards of this mansion because of their tall and scary stature.

"Mr. Keith, what happened?" Asked one of them.

"Catch her! Bring her inside! She tried to escape and shot me with a gun!" He said as he walked away.

"You're injured, Young Master. You'd better go to the hospital immediately!"

"That's not necessary! The important thing is to keep her safe! Don't let that damn slave escape!"

Two guards forcibly took Layla to a room underground. The place is quite dark and damp with several iron bars that are very similar to a dungeon.

"Come in!" The man pushed her into one of the rooms and immediately locked the front door with a very large padlock.

"Hey, why did you bring me here? I don't want to come here! Let me go...! I will report your actions to your master...! Hey, don't go! Don't you know who I am? I'm Jonathan Smith's wife, you don't has the right to treat me like this! You bastard...!"

Layla screamed hysterically, but the two men ignored her and instead left her in this underground prison. She gasped, still in disbelief that this terrible thing would happen to her.

"Miss Layla?" A woman called her and she still clearly remembered this voice. She immediately turned to the source of the sound, precisely at the prison next to her.

"You?"

"Are you okay, Miss Layla?" Asked the woman while smiling gently. Layla didn't expect that the woman locked up next to her was one of the maids who helped her bathe and dress up.

"You're locked up here too? What about your two friends?"

"We're here, Miss!" Said the two women who were in prison at almost the corner of the room. They were both detained.

"You two too? Oh my God, this is so crazy. What exactly happened to those people?" She cursed in protest as if she still couldn't believe that things that seemed so absurd to her could happen.

"Mr Lucien will definitely release you when he comes home!"

"That's impossible, I just shot his brother!"

"Brother? You shot Master's brother?"

"Oh my God, how is this? I will definitely be killed."

"You mean Mr. Keith?"

"Keith? Yes, the guards also call him Keith. So that perverted bastard's name is Keith?"

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