𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 by A.P.Mary

11.

"You must be fucking with me right now." Ne jamais faire confiance à un homme séduisant mom used to tell me. What a liar. Forsaken the day I spilled those apples on that sidewalk.

"Acting like you don't already know me, like the first day we met, do you really blame me for it?" His voice is plain, as if everything is perfectly balanced, but his attitude makes it clear that the situation is slipping out of his control. I see how the image of his fake self, the one I actually liked, dissolves, and the worst part of being betrayed again and again isn't the worst part, but seeing who made it happen.

"I blame you for everything, Gabriele."

He walks towards me,  gripping my jaw with one hand "You should be the one blaming yourself." The thought of him enjoying me like this makes my fist crave his face. "And yes, I lied; I lied so well that Gabri seemed real; it was incredible."

Gabriele never existed. I never saw the man who bought me an overpriced energy drink or the man who put his jacket on my shoulders when it was pouring outside. I also never had that empty conversation with a guy while walking on sand, whispering sweet nothings, and sharing the same cigarette.

There was just the son of a bitch who planned the murder of my whole family.

A sudden noise makes his hand leave my face, and it is nothing but a muffled buzz from a small device he has in his pocket. He starts pushing buttons to stop the ringing, but it doesn't want to cease, and then it hit me. Listening to the high pitched sound, I found blank spaces in between, a pattern. 

Morse code

N I S H A_B L A I S E_F O U N D_C O L L A B O R A T E_ S T A Y_ A L I V E_N O T_ H A V E_D O C U M

He smashed the device before the message ended, and I let out a relieving sigh, comforted by the sudden quietness and the cryptic message I just got. Angelo stares at me like a mad man, and with a snarl, he directly looked at me. "That was a morse code, wasn't it?" He's a liar and a killer, but definitely not dumb.

I shrug my shoulders "Maybe."I've dealt with many mad men, and now he is just one of the many.

"I think you know what I'm going to ask you to do, do you?" I nod, but I remain silent, causing him to smash a fist near my chair. Suddenly, his hand grasps a knife he had hidden in his pocket and he touches my neck with it, softly, not cutting me but successful into turning my stomach. "Spit it out Maverine" My pride is too bruised to please him, but I remember what they told me. Collaborate with them.

"Nisha is here; we don't have the documents." I skipped the part where they said they found me of course. His hair falls on his face, and the knife now is pressed to my neck harder.

He smiles skittishly "How should I know you're telling the truth?" 

"I'm not the liar in here; the role's already taken." I look at him dead in the eyes. He smirks for a quick second, then takes a phone out of his pocket. He dials someone, pinching the bridge of his nose. I hope he's stressed. Dumb fuck.

"Iuliano, sta stronza non sa un cazzo dei documenti—già provato, stessa risposta—i suoi cagnolini hanno mandato un codice morse e hanno detto di non averli—certo che non li credo, ma allo stesso modo non mi sembra stessero mentendo, affari personali—ne sei sicuro?—manda Giacomo" [This bitch doesn't know shit about the files—already tried, same answer— her puppies sent a morse code and said they don't have it—of course I don't believe them, but at the same time they didn't seem to completely lie about personal matters—are you sure?—send Giacomo down here to help me.]

Another guy pops at the door after not even two minutes, panting. He must have ran here. He puts his hair up, coming closer with the knife. He takes the knife, and I panic, but after I see him cut the strings at my feet and torso, it leaves me confused. I look at how he takes my hands, still tied, and drags me out of the room, where I almost fall on my half numb feet. I already forgot how to walk?  I don't protest; I don't make sudden moves; I follow silently and let myself get dragged by this guy I've never seen before. or, better said, did at the event.