Irene's PoV:
I have been unable to understand what is the matter with this woman, she has been quite impatient since the time Zach Accardo exit the room.
She is moving here and there impatiently, asking me millions of things all in sign language.
'Tell me what do you want to do? Shall I read something for you?' she hurriedly asked in the sign language.
'You can speak. I am mute, but not deaf. I can understand' I clearly added moving my fingers accordingly.
"Ohh nice to know" she breathed.
"Just let me know anything you want… Anything" she stressed.
I nodded, walking towards the humongous bed.
The room allotted for is so spacious and unlikely bright. I can draw back the curtains here and can enjoy the sunlight. I can see the moon peeking through the window.
Marie has given me food, and the Doctor came to check on me once I am done eating.
"She eats very little Doctor Scrochel, that's why she is so weak" Marie complained as the Doctor tested me.
She is showing me the motherly warmth and now I am attached to her, even if it's not even been a few hours.
"Do you feel body pains?" the Doctor asked.
As I replied, Ayda my newly assigned translator answered him that I am feeling a severe headache and very weak.
"Your health will be set right, not just when you take the medication but also eat healthily and should be mentally strong" the Doctor added.
I just wanted to laugh loudly. Mentally strong? Have I never been keeping up strength why would I be living? I would have died long ago. Every second of my life only goes through the darkness.
What I feel is deeper than sadness. It's like a force pulling me down strongly as if it's the gravity. My heart just keeps sinking, I feel eternally empty.
Once I get well, I will be returned to the same prison, where there is no hope to live.
Is it too much to just ask for one small miracle? I am abducted to some place, why can't he just get what he wants and leave me somewhere?
My mind went crazy thinking about the possibilities to avoid returning, and I didn't concentrate on the drips the nurse inserted in my veins.
Does he have a hospital handy, over this Island? But I only remember entering this humongous building with big gates.
Wait we came here driving through a forest, can this Mafia Man leave me in the forest? I will live around with animals, they are soo good and nice, I will eat the fruits and live on them and if I face a tiger it will eat me and my chapter will be ended.
Ahh… such happiness!! I won't have to live with pain.
My pupils dilated and eyelids shut, but my mind was occupied just wanting to escape.. to run away… to be free.. from everything… I wish to embrace that freedom… even if it is death.
I wish what Zach threw at me was real petrol and I would have been burnt dead… slowly I could only see darkness.
Zach's PoV:
The smoke floating up into the air around me with each outtake of the drag I took filled the air with the poison of smoke, filling my lungs and bloodstream.
I growl shifting uncomfortably, in the darkness of my room all I could feel is betrayal and it's not by any other but myself.
What the fuck is even wrong with me? Why am I being so damn nice with that girl? Why am I soo keen on getting to know her, her agony behind those scars.
As I shut my eyes I could only see her emerald eyes, she doesn't have any specialty, they are plain and regular but they exhibit innocence like I have seen nowhere.
She doesn't want to return home, that's her problem, what do I have to do with that. She is the daughter of that Fucking Damian Ranallo. What she goes through is none of my concern. Why am I being so affected?
I pulled out a bottle of whiskey, pouring it into the glass I had it neat and raw. It is one of the offerings I received from Venice when I have settled the Coast issue. Demetra Sonchrlis, the Mafia Man ruling Venice now under me has offered billions worth of whiskey which was made hundreds of years ago.
I am disturbed, if there is something I'm fucking proud of it's my control over emotions. The reason my father was backstabbed was he was a man of emotions. All these people have one or other fear and that's due to the emotions they hold. If there is something I despise it is being a slave to one's emotions.
Once you bend your head to emotions, you can be beaten by any. I never wanted any emotion to rule me and now here I am being emotionally attached to my arch rival's daughter.
It's been more than five days she's here and almost all the time she was in her sleep, we barely spoke. Of course, she can't speak like all of us but she has a lot to speak, her eyes does communicate soo much.
Unable to get a hold I buzzed the intercom.
"Yes Boss" John came running.
"Connect me to the Doctor"
"Okay Boss" he nodded connecting the codes to our Doctor.
"Mr.Accardo, is everything okay? Is there any emergency?" I can hear his tensed voice as I rang him up late at night.
"What is the position of Irene Ranallo?" I asked.
"I have already submitted the reports to Onar, didn't he give you those?" I can hear the fear in his tone.
"Onar did hand me over the reports, but I wanted to ask you personally about her recovery. How long does she need to be strong?"
"It's tough to say because she is not just physically weak but also mentally low. There is no sign of recovery from her, she isn't looking to recover" Doctor's words hit me like a sword flogging me.
She doesn't wish to recover.. She doesn't wish to go back.. She doesn't wish to speak about scars.. What does she even wish for?
As I shut my eyes, I only could remember Irene smiling as I threw my lighter at her, she wants only one thing and that's… Death!!