Chapter 51 RACHEL'S THREAT
After all, Rachel was also a member of the mafia family— a daughter of the Devereaux family which she belongs to and Rachel has been subjected to some backend trainings which were meant to be employed as self defense in case of an unprecedented clash with other rival families who have unsettled business or bad blood with the Devereaux family and they have deemed death upon any offspring from the Devereaux family and will only accept this as a settlement for the one-party end debt.
Rachel continued at the items on the table, her eyes glinting softly as they narrowed around each weapon, hoping to make a selection from the bounty for the one that catches her attention the most with a sadistic smile playing on her lips.
The tip of her finger trailed around the table as she walked subtly around the table, the rough edges pinching her soft skin as she moved around the table, trying to make a choice from the array of weapons flexed on the wooden table.
Rachel finally settled for a revolver which was right within her reach, perfect for a mafia woman just like herself and without delay, she began to load up the gun's magazine with enough bullets while she moaned,
“Ah, such a lovely pick. Perfect to put a hole in Leah's head?” She said, turning to Leah who was still struggling to burst free from the bound.
Watching the poor girl struggle, Rachel let out a quirky laughter, and her stance almost could be taken as Harley Quinn's wannabe as she tossed a ridiculous question at Leah despite her inability to respond as her mouth was still gauged with a green tape.
It wasn't like Rachel cared about whatever Leah would spill out as a response if she had the grace to or what answers were being riled up within her head.
“What do you think of this, sweetie?” Rachel asked again, raising her eyebrows which subsequently forced her eyes to pop open widely like a manic.
She giggled endlessly and then the next minute, she broke out into a wild laughter that beads of tears began to plop out of her eyes until her stomach began to hurt so bad from laughing too much.
Not until this had happened did she stop her crazy fancy laugh show, finally finding herself while her manic character dissipated into thin air like smoke.
Rachel crawled back at Leah, circling her once again with the gun in her hand tracing over Leah's body, making fear pull up within poor Leah again and the only way she could react to whatever Rachel was doing was to let her tears flow while her teary eyes danced with fear within their sockets.
Leah could have peed herself as she had never been subjected to any form of torture from any member of the Devereaux family and she wasn't sure what the outcome of Rachel's madness would be as she seemed to be an unstable woman who could pull of any stunt without thinking so much about its consequences as long as she gets the job done.
“Sweetie…” Rachel continued, her voice soft and indeed lovely to the ear. She was now standing behind Leah as she had stopped circling around her.
She bent towards Leah from behind, her head matching Leah's like she was going to take a quick sloppy bite of her ear. Then Leah could feel something poke her head, sticking really close that her heart skipped another beat.
Rachel had had the revolver in her hand pointed at her head at Leah's head from the side before whispering,
“You have nothing to worry about, Leah because I will give you a swift painless death that you wouldn't even notice you're gone and as for your lady, I will help her attain the freedom she craves so badly.
Stowing her away back to America is very well possible with my help, of course, but Santiano will surely find her again, and bring her back here— a reminder of her being a bane of my existence, but boom!...” She said the last word aloud, causing a dash of fear to strike Leah's heart again and again that she shuddered, her soul almost getting separated from her body.
Rachel laughed hard again as Leah jumped in her seat.
“Relax, okay. I'm not going to hurt you… maybe not yet.” She said with a smile now playing on her lips then she walked away from Leah, heading towards the table that hosted the array of weapons.
She cleared a part of the table with her bare hands, the weapons falling to the ground and making noises based on the type of material they had been created with as they fell to the ground.
When Rachel was satisfied with her choice of makeshift space, she took a seat for herself on the table, the slit on her dress carving out a huge portion of her voluptuous thigh into view.
Showing that much skin didn't matter to her, after all, Leah was also a woman— just like herself.
Then Rachel picked up her words from where she had stopped, the cold sweats on Leah's forehead rolling off like rocks.
“But I can't say the same for that bitch— Vanessa. I can't promise you I would never lay a finger to hurt her. To take her out of the Devereaux family business, this mafia world meant for tough women like me and my mother and as well make Santiano Rafael Devereaux forget about her existence and cause him to look upon me, accepting me as his woman and adore me as much as I want him to worship me, I will have to give Ms. Hudgens a present.”
Rachel declared, finishing up with a snicker. Once again, fear gribbed Leah tight as she had begun to put the pieces of Rachel's words into a fixed puzzle and the look in her eyes were saying words that Rachel understood at once.
“Yes, you're right. Vanessa Hudgens is going to die.”