The Prisoner of the Devils'

Threats

In a dark corner of the room a phone was raised, Gavino Alejandro was sitting in his big chair smoking a cigarette. A glass of brandy with her half-full bottle appeared to be beside her, her face looking different from a flushed nose from being drunk and looking alert.

He then grabbed his phone from the nightstand to contact someone and after they connected, Gavino immediately asked without making small talk first.

"Had it worked?" The man asked quickly.

Pause for a moment, then the voice inside there replied calmly. "They're still inside the restaurant and plans will be executed when they get home."

"Good, let me know that everything's in order."

"alright. You won't be disappointed to have hired me to kill Skylar Aleandro Wolves "

The phone closed, and Gavino chuckled in the darkness. Downing his drink, for the early celebration.

Skylar Aleandro Wolves, his biggest enemy in the business world. The man was too arrogant and very often humiliated him. So it prompted him to do this niggling thing, trap the man and kill him. It won't be long before he gets some good news.

Skylar Aleandro Wolves must be disposed of, such a man does not deserve to live in this world. And tonight might be the man's last night to live.

****

Skylar orders Chardonnai wine as their dining companion, hoping that Starla will get a little drunk tonight. But the thought of making love to Starla in the condition of the woman being drunk is not at all pleasant. He wanted the woman to volunteer, to wrap her thighs around his body, when they were united. That time will come in the end, if Skylar succeeds in subduing the hard woman.

The main dish came, namely Parmentier de canard et son bouquet de verdure, a duck meat dish baked to a greasy light brown along with soft potatoes crushed and served with a bowl of salad. The taste is extraordinary and distinctive, making Starla fascinated by the taste of French cuisine. The restaurant was awarded five stars.

"You like it?" skylar asked in the dim light. The man looked softer than usual. The cruel line on his lips seemed to fade and it made him seem even more relaxed.

Actually not without reason Skylar did this and seemed to change, he just felt a little pity for his wife who now looks like an undead. The woman is very lazy to eat if not forced by Skylar, and her compulsion will lead to violence. Seeing his seemingly frail state, Skylar unwittingly offers this, romantic dinner at a five-star restaurant.

Ah, doesn't Skylar look hypocritical now? His Angela must be angry to know this. But this is the last one, in the future he will not melt again and follow his heart.

Starla actually wanted to refute the man's question, to show resistance, but she ignored him. The reason for not wanting to ruin this beautiful atmosphere. Confined for weeks inside the cursed house and now somehow Skylar kindly takes him out—although with tight escort— Starla had a glance at Skylar's bodyguards standing as usual at the exit access. The man had completely restricted his movements, as if he could only lose the woman a little.

Starla nodded her head. He really enjoyed all this, not just food— although the food at home Skylar no less delicious—but can eat with a free view, not the door of the room and the room that is always locked is very fun.

"Good." Skylar muttered in satisfaction, then called the waiter to serve him dessert, and coffee. "I want to negotiate with you."

Starla turned her interested gaze to the new dessert. It was a creme brulee a pretty dish of cream that was burned on its top surface thus forming a crisp but soft caramel coating on its bottom.

"I'll let you go out of your room and walk around the penthouse area, even if you can visit the garden you're so eager to go to. As long as you become a submissive wife and do not rebel."

Starla seduced. No, not tempted to be a good wife. But tempted by the promise, Skylar would not treat him as a prisoner, which meant loosening the tight security that had been keeping him.

That means the chance to escape will be ....

Skylar seemed to be able to read Starla's thoughts from the look on her face, her lips tightened in anger and the man growled, "Forget it!" Angrily Skylar threw her napkin. Then stand up violently. "Andreas!"

Quickly Andreas who had been on guard not far from him immediately prepared Skylar's car, and Starla found herself forcibly pulled away from the fancy restaurant.

****

In the darkness the figure was watching, the brake cable of the car had been successfully cut. It was difficult indeed, considering that Skylar's bodyguards were always on standby. But don't call him the greatest hit man if he can't do this, he's pretty famous in the dark world who's pretty popular as the most expert hit man.

The pieces are neatly arranged, when examined now no one will notice. But as the car went, it was roughly ten kilometers from here, just as they entered the suburban area with winding roads and large trees on their left and right towards the Skylar penthouse ... the cable will break.

The man smiled in the darkness, he kept watching until the car was running and disappeared around the corner, then smirked maliciously, it is time to charge the fee to that pitiful Gavino.

****

As they were on their way home, Skylar's mood seemed to be worse than before. The incident made his anger back up, how could he offer something to his greatest enemy. Something that made the damn woman have the thought of using the good opportunity she was given to get away from her.

Goddamnit! That woman is indeed irreparable, that damn woman deserves to be tortured and made to suffer.

Starla frowned as she turned to Skylar who was emitting an aura of anger that was so intense. Does Skylar always start his days with this kind of fury? Isn't anger really the main trait of Skylar? Ah, that bastard will definitely die young, Starla thought inwardly satisfied.

The trip lasted a little while and Starla began to get sleepy, probably the influence of wine and the satiety of the good food earlier. Slowly Starla began to close her eyes and the temptation to sleep felt very good.

"Starla!" the scream surprised Starla made her aghast in shock, the feeling she had just ventured in a dream and when she realized she felt herself in Skylar's arms, held so firmly that she felt pain. Skylar's entire body wrapped around him, as if protecting him. But, protecting from what?

A moment later, they rolled over and a violent bump hit her head, making everything dark and Starla remembered nothing more.

Oh God! Is he dead?