Chapter 12

Archer

“The chief isn't affiliated with any gang. He refuses to be under any shadowy figure.” Ric said as he continued to type on his computer.

I relaxed into my chair and let out a sigh. What an idiot, once you get a position like this, you need to be protected by shadowy figures.

It's the same shadowy figures who will help you climb the ladder. We basically control everything, so taking your position from you is like a piece of cake.

“He wants to stay clean so bad, that's too bad. Anything else?”

“He's married with one daughter, she's in college at the moment.” A sly smile appeared on my face.

“Schedule our next flight to Spain ASAP.” My eyes went back to the monitor in front of me. She seems to be getting better now, she's not curling into a ball as usual. That's good.

I wonder why I'm getting interested in things like this now, weird. Or am I just attracted to blood? Maybe I was a vampire in my past life or something.

“I've been able to get first class tickets for tomorrow night.” I nodded as I started going through my files. Sometimes being cooped up in my house felt a bit suffocating but it was necessary anyway.

My father was once the mafia boss, but he let his guard down. He had a weakness, my mother. My father loved my mother too much, she became his weakness, and his enemies noticed that.

He lost his life because of his weakness. A light chuckle left my lips at the thought of that. “What's so funny?”

Ric asked, “Nothing important.” I still can't believe how he lost his life because of a woman, and because of love.

My father was highly influential and ruled with an iron fist. His authority couldn't be questioned, I'm sure he would've been in Don's position if he were to be alive.

Such a wealthy powerful man, gone because of one woman, how ironic.

That is why I can't be like him. My father showed his weakness and it cost him his life.

I've surpassed my father in many ways. I've brought more profit to the mafia. I became part of the mafia at the age of 16 while he got to join at the age of 20.

I became the mafia underboss at the age of 21, he became the mafia underboss when he was 28. I take joy in beating him at things, I'm bent on overthrowing him and his legacy.

He was the reason why I've never looked at a woman twice. I only use women, and that is all. Women are for fun and babies.

I'll just have fun, once I'm ready to have a baby mama, then I will. I'm not the lover guy type.

My eyes shifted to the monitor and I saw Elena throwing up on the floor. I immediately bolted out of the room and headed straight to her room.

Her eyes met mine immediately I entered and she tucked her hair behind her ear.

“What is wrong with you?”

“I'm sorry, I didn't have enough time to go to the washroom, I'll clean it up.”

“I asked you a question. What is wrong with you? Answer my question.”

“It's nothing, I throw up once in a while on my period. It's normal.”

Normal? How the fuck is any of this normal? Hera has had her period all the time and I've never seen her show such signs Elena is showing.

Is this really normal? The other time she nearly fainted, and now she's throwing up. “I'll call the maid to clean it up.” She parted her lips to say something but didn't continue.

I walked back into my office and took my seat. “Are you spying on her? Bro, that is some perverted shit.”

“Shut up.”

“Do you also watch her when she's changing? Tell me what her body looks like?” He asked in a teasing tone and I shot him an angry glare.

“Chill man, I'm just joking.” I have never watched her while she's changing. Most of the time I come to meet her already dressed, and I don't rewind.

I'm wondering how she would look though, will she excite me? Of course she will, she's a woman. The only thing is that

I hardly get hard for women. Unless I'm horny, I won't get turned on by the nakedness of a woman.

That is why Crystal was pissing me off when she was coming unannounced. I wasn't horny, so seeing her felt so irritating.

The night I brought Elena I didn't really look at her much because I was so furious. She was wearing a revealing dress that night, but I didn't even pay attention.

“I'm leaving sir, I'm going to start parking.”

“Yeah sure, pack mine too.” He nodded and left. I tapped my forefinger on my desk and averted my gaze to my screen once again.

She was now laying on her bed with hair cascading everywhere. Her hair is very long, it's beautiful. Not many girls have such long hair.

Why do I keep watching her? Ric might be right, maybe I am a pervert. I turned the screen off and let out a sigh before walking out of my office.

Elena

Oh my god. If Archer doesn't kill me, I'm sure I'll die out of boredom. I'm so bored it's killing me. Sometimes I just stare out my window for hours.

Staring at the huge compound and the trees around the house. The cool breeze and the birds chirping. And I swear it felt like the birds were mocking me, because they were happy and free. Unlike me, who's caged up like an animal.

Why keep me locked up like this if you're just gonna kill me? I can't even wander around the house. I don't even care anymore because I'm tired of always bumping into these rude girls.

They have zero manners. Like girl chill. The blonde girl was acting like I wanted Archer. Even if he's thrown my way I'm going to dodge it.

There's no way in hell that I want Archer. That man is the devil himself, he has absolutely no empathy. He doesn't think twice before he kills.

I'm sure he would've killed me that night if I wasn't bought with his money.

Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if Terry had indeed taken me home. Would he have done the terrible things Archer said he would?

Would I have died that night? Sometimes I convince myself that this is all a dream and I'm sleeping comfortably on my bed at home and I would soon wake up.

What kind of fucked up life is this? What does Archer even do that makes him kill so much? Or is he just a serial killer?

I'm in the house of a serial killer. Maybe he's not killing me because I heard that serial killers love to haunt their prey, and right now I'm here in his house so it'll be less exciting for him.

I saw the sick look he had on his face when he was about to kill the maid. He enjoys this, he loves taking the lives of people.

He deems himself like some sort of god because he gets to decide who gets to live and who gets to die.

How did he even become like this? Where are his parents? His sister seemed unfazed the other time so that means that this is his life.

How can you live like this? A life where you have to kill people to make a living. Does he join some sort of cult or something?

Archer is very strange, and he emits so much coldness and authority. He's not a man of many words either.

Will I ever be able to escape this miserable life? I need a plan to escape. I need to think of something fast, but first let me imagine multiple ways of killing Tommy.

It brings me joy. Maybe I'm turning into Archer because I'm spending too much time with him, but I want to.

I want to kill Tommy, I always daydream about it and it has become almost my dream and I pretty much want to accomplish it by all means.

I heard a knock on my door and walked over to open it. “Elena, how are you feeling?” Ric asked in a concerned tone.

“Don't worry about me, I'm fine.” I assured him and he nodded.

“Take this.” He handed me a phone. “Archer and I will be out of town for a while, use this to keep you company for the meantime.

You already know the rules, no wandering around, and don't think about running away. You'll just worsen everything.”

I blinked slowly and gave him a timid nod. Ric is not as strict as Archer but he sometimes emits his coldness, almost like he has been possessed by Archer.

Maybe he behaves like him sometimes because he has spent way too much time with him.

“Elena, I hope you heard me?” His voice jerked me out of my thoughts. “Yeah, yes I did.”

“Where are you guys going?”

“We're going to Spain. That's the only information I can give you now.” Good for them, thru get to go somewhere.

“Okay.” He left and I closed my door. I jumped happily around.

I have a phone now, I can literally call anyone for help. I can even call the police. I didn't know that Archer was this dumb. I mean why would you give your prisoner a phone and expect her to not try to run away.

Oh thank you God. This is my only chance to escape. I can't fail. My life depends on it.

Okay so what should I do? Who should I call first? I opened the phone and went to the call log area.

I guess no one has been using this phone. Should I call Gia? What could she possibly do? Call the police for me?

No, let me just call the police. I immediately dialed 911 and pressed the call button. *call declined*

“What the fuck?” I tapped on the call button again. *call declined*

“Why isn't it going through? Is something wrong with the phone?”

*call declined* I let out a frustrated sigh. Okay let me try something different. I dialed Gia's number.

*call declined* What the fuck? I can't make any calls with the phone. Then what is its purpose? Ugh.

I threw it on the floor in anger. Fucking Archer, I guess he wasn't so dumb after all. He knew I would definitely call someone for help so he did whatever he did and now I can't call anyone. Ugh.

I threw myself on the bed in frustration. “I'll never escape this life will I?”