Chapter 68 On the edge II
“Who the fuck is that if you haven't been hiding Isabella?!”, Luciano bellowed as he continued to strangle Mr Morales.
Amidst the pain Luciano caused in his neck, Mr Morales struggled to look towards where The Don pointed at.
He shook his head negatively to the best of his ability.
“Wait, wait! Don! That isn't Isabella!”, Andreas said as the lady turned to close the hatch.
Looking towards the hatch, the lady in question seemed scared seeing the amount of cars that was suddenly in their compound.
Getting a visual on said lady, Luciano loosened his fingers around Mr Morales' neck.
“You better not be hiding her!”, he said as he watched Mr Morales struggle for breath.
“That's her immediate elder sister! They look alike sir!”, Mr Morales said, an attempt to defend himself from The Don.
“Very well!”, Luciano simply said, going back to his reserved nature.
She has me all messed up!, Luciano realized as he reflected on how he had gone from zero to one hundred really quick.
He started to realize her disappearance would bother him more than he'd like it to.
As the convoy rolled out, Mr Morales remained on the floor, catching his breath as Luciano strangled him earlier.
His second daughter approached him, wondering what the whole thing was about.
“Father!
Father!”, His second daughter called out as she literally sprinted from where she stood by the hatch.
“My daughter!”, Mr Morales answered in a hoarse voice as he slowly got up.
“What? What was that about?!”, She asked her father as she was awfully confused.
“That was The Don! Come on! Let's go back inside!”, Mr Morales said as he stroked the bruise marks as a result of Luciano's strangling.
“Yes papa!”, She acknowledged as she simply helped her father up and into the house.
The premises of The Morales house seemed rather desolute following Luciano's visit.
The happy atmosphere was replaced with tension and the smell of Luciano's perfume.
The fear of The Italian Don remained despite the fact that they were already paying back the loan they owed.
Rather unaware of the situation back at home, Isabella thanked Antonio as she alighted the van and headed into the hotel to check in.
She brought out the last few Euros she had on her as soon as Antonio drove off.
I have to get a job soon!, Isabella thought as she placed it in her back pocket.
I'm really glad I'm not on my period, I don't know how I would have gotten here without multiple stains
Randomly thinking about her heavy menstrual flow, Isabella thanked her stars she didn't have to worry about her monthly visitor just yet.
She walked slowly, looking around at the place she was going to call home for the years to come.
How peaceful!, Isabella thought as she looked around.
She was rather impressed with the architectural designs on the mountain slopes.
It was very different from what she was used to in Tuscany.
She approached the receptionist with her cash and a few questions in mind, unaware of what was about to happen.
“Hi, can I get a room please?!”, Isabella asked as she came to a halt right in front of the receptionist table.
“One moment!”, the receptionist said as it looked like she was preoccupied with something.
Isabella took in her details and the slight accent in her voice.
She seemed like a local, Isabella thought as she waited for the receptionist to get back to her.
While she waited, she pursed her lips as she turned to look at the other people in the lobby.
Yikes! Isabella thought, seeing the drunk man there giving his wife a hard time.
The scene reminded her of a few nights before, where she had innocently helped Luciano and he had forced himself on her.
“Okay!
What room would you like?!”, The receptionist asked, grabbing Isabella's attention.
“What do you have?!”, Isabella asked back as she didn't know the suites they had.
“I'm guessing you're not a regular here!”, The receptionist said, sizing Isabella up.
“Noo! I'm new here in fact! So…
Can I get a breakdown of the suites you have?!”, Isabella asked.
Staying in the hotel was temporary, she didn't need anything fancy. In the meantime at least.
“Yes you can.
We have the standard suite which goes for Fifteen Euros per night.
The deluxe suite which goes for twenty five Euros per night.
The executive suite which goes for fourty Euros per night.
The president suite which goes for seventy Euros per night and The themed suits which goes for one hundred Euros per night!”, the receptionist answered.
Isabella had waited for her to say what she had to say. She believed cutting her off would be rude.
The money she had left couldn't afford the luxury suites, especially not after she paid the taxi that brought her to the motel.
“What's the difference between the standard and deluxe suites??”, Isabella asked as that was what she could afford.
She wasn't about to be homeless after one week.
“The deluxe suites offer food every night while the standard suites doesn't!”, the receptionist answered.
“Okay, I'll take one of the deluxe suites then!”, Isabella said, doing the calculations in her head.
“How long would you stay in the suite?!”, the receptionist asked again.
“One month!”, Isabella replied.
“Can I get your name?!”, The receptionist asked.
Isabella quickly thought of an alibi, as she already opted to use a new name.
“Maria, Maria Bertinelli!”, Isabella answered as she hoped she wouldn't space out when someone called her Maria.
She continued, “can I pay in cash?!”, Isabella asked.
“Yes please. That would be six hundred Euros please!”, The receptionist said, registering ‘Maria’ for one month.
“Here you go!”, Isabella said, bringing out the exact amount.
“Thank you…”, the receptionist drawled as she handed her the keys to her room.
“That's room 19, our staff here would help you get to your room ma’am. You can choose to elongate your stay even before the subscription expires…!”, the receptionist said as she was Intereupted by another lady.
“You're one of his whores right?!”, the lady from earlier who Isabella had pitied as her partner gave her a hard time asked.
“Whores?! What are you talking about?!”, Isabella asked back, wondering what on earth the woman was talking about.