Fransisca's POV
André's eyes narrowed as he sniffed the bottle. "This smells like poison," he growled, his hand shooting out to slap me across the face.
I cried out in pain, falling to the floor as my lip split open, blood gushing from the wound.
"How dare you try to deceive us!" Lucas spat, his eyes blazing with fury. "You think you can just waltz in here and try to kill us?"
I knew I had to think quickly, to come up with a convincing lie. But before I could even open my mouth to explain, Lucas aimed his gun at my head.
"Listen, you bitch, I've got five minutes to blow your brains out if you don't tell me the truth—who sent you!" Lucas hissed, his finger tightening on the trigger.
I knew I had to act fast. Seeing the uncertainty in their eyes, I snatched the bottle from André's hand and downed the liquid in one swift motion.
"See! It's not poisonous! I would never do something like that! I'm not a spy! I'm just a poor orphan!" I exclaimed, tears streaming down my face.
Lucas's eyes gleamed with suspicion. "Everything you do looks suspicious," he hissed. "I hope I catch you, because that day will be bloody! I won't just rip out your intestines; I'll drink your blood!"
I sniffed, trying to seem submissive, but inside, I was boiling with anger. I knew I had to tread carefully, to play the role of the obedient wife and servant.
André's voice cut through the tension. "Pick up your bag and take the elevator to the top floor. Clean the apartment until it shines. Then wait for us in the bedroom. You need to start having babies right away!"
I gasped in horror. "Babies?"
André's eyes gleamed with malice. "Isn't that why you're here? Listen, little slut. We are businessmen, and everything is about business to us. You're expected to have babies for us every nine months because we sell them for child trafficking to make cold cash, is that clear?"
I felt a wave of revulsion wash over me, and I burst into tears, fleeing the room.
As I exited the room, I collided with a man who made my heart race. He was Alessandro Bianchi, known as "The Shadow," the most feared and wealthiest mafia lord around.
Our eyes met for what felt like an eternity, sending a chill down my spine.
"Watch where you're going," he said, his voice deep and gravelly.
I attempted to sidestep him, but Alessandro's hand shot out, gripping my arm.
"I know you—your face seems so familiar, are you—," he remarked, his gaze scrutinizing me.
I knew I had to think fast. "I don’t know you, sir—please, I have to go," I replied, and dashed straight to the elevator.
As I stepped out of the elevator and into the twins' apartment, a wave of disgust washed over me. The place was a disaster, with drink and cigarette stains marring every surface.
In the corner of the room, I spotted a dead woman, her body cold and stiff, blood oozing from her mouth.
I knew I had to clean the apartment, but it was difficult to face. I took a deep breath and got to work, my mind racing with thoughts of escape and revenge.
Once the apartment was finally clean, I headed to the twins' bedroom, my heart racing. I knew what I had to do, but it was difficult to face.
As I stepped into the room, I noticed the safe tucked away in the corner, and my mind kicked into action. I quickly slipped on the gloves I had brought and entered the code I had cracked from their system earlier to unlock the safe.
As I sifted through the papers, my eyes searched for anything related to my family. What I discovered instead sent chills down my spine.
My uncle's name appeared under a different identity, listed as a member of the Gambino mafia.
I snatched the documents and stuffed them into my bag, my mind swirling with questions.
Just as I was about to close the safe, I heard the twins enter the room, and a rush of fear made me feel a warm trickle down my thighs; I had been caught.
"What are you doing with our safe?" André's voice was low and menacing, his eyes blazing with fury.
