"You want to run away from me? Huh?" Brad imprisoned me with both hands. I'm trapped in the wall. I don't know where he came from... and I don't know where Jero is now.
"The hell! Go away! Go?!" I cursed with anger.
"You are mine...Diandra Roberts. You are mine...no one else can touch you...Only me." He kissed my neck. It disgusts me. I rebelled trying to break free from his prison. But my push only made him push me even harder. My body is pushed back more and more..trapped between the wall and his massive body.
"I don't belong to anyone.. you bastard! I'll make sure my fiancé puts you in jail!" I said threatening.
"Fiance? Really? Is he really your fiancé? Why all of a sudden?" he asked whispering in my ear. He bit my earlobe and I shuddered.
"Yeah..from the start...we are close. We're already engaged. I love him...as much as he loves me."
"Nonsense. How can anyone love you... Does he know I've used you multiple times? What about the doctor's results? You're pregnant with my child? Must be my child.. because you were a virgin when I entered."
That's when my anger exploded. I pushed him with all my might...I also kicked him hard...making him stumble backward.
"You bastard! Monster! I hope you are cursed in the deepest hell!" I cursed screaming...I looked to the side and there Jero is running towards me in a panic.
"The devil in the deepest hell will be afraid of me... Bye... I'll be Hades, and you...my Persephone. We'll be eternal in hell!" He then left quickly.
Somehow, he could just walk away…and Jero hugged me.
"Are you okay? I'm sorry…arg…know as soon as I take you to the toilet too. I'm sorry.." Jero said repeatedly.
I wiped my lips, over and over again. "He threatened me…and he kissed me forcibly…he said he would get me…any way."
"I promise that won't happen ever." Jero whispered and stroked my shoulder. Gone is the desire to eat a burrito…I'm not hungry at all, and neither is Jero.
"Let's just go back to the hotel… let's go." Jero took my hand and hugged me from the side. He tightened his grip on my waist. Did he panic? Because I'm currently in a state of shock.
In the car, Jero drove it. He told the driver to go home after we got to the hotel. He put my seat belt on.
"Shit! Shit…shit…shit… thank God, this car windshield is bulletproof… that bastard! I have to make sure he gets a worthy opponent." He mumbled and controlled the car with speed. I held on to the arm handle that is above me. Because Jero turned the car so drastically, if I didn't hold on... I would have bounced.
"What is it Jero? Why are you like this? Why speed?" I asked hysterically and Jero didn't answer at all. He focused on the road. When the car he is driving entered a small alley, I panicked even more. Shut up or what.. if it turns out to be a dead-end.. how?
This street is an alley that is used by traders selling their wares in the form of cheap fast food...for the workers who work nearby. Jero shrewdly and without worry he turned the car in several directions, right…left, right, left again…then he turned around in another block, and took another direction, I just got confused. Where are we actually going…and what's really going on?
Jero entered the park by car. Yes..by car…He drives the green and neat garden grass in his car, plus speeding..isn't he afraid of being ticketed later. He hit all the fences…and made some people who are sitting relaxing in the garden panic and hysterical.
"Argh… Jerooo!" I shouted, the conditions in the car are tense, and for some reason it is getting tenser now..Jero is very serious..even his forehead is sweating profusely. Is this really a serious condition?
Arriving at a shop, he turned his car into several complexes and then drove again, this car only stopped when we arrived at an Italian embassy office. He turned off the car and quickly unbuckled my seatbelt. He also pulled me out of his chair and carried me inside. Everything went by very quickly and I am so confused. What is this..why go to the embassy?
When we entered the building… from the lobby of this building which is covered with thick glass.. I saw… Jero's car is shot by dozens of guns… no glass is broken… but the entire body of the car is damaged. The sound of guns being fired in succession is deafening. I hugged Jero tightly, scared.
"Sir..." said a woman from behind us.
Jero turned his head, and smiled politely…a normal face. "Hi, How are you?"
"What happened… why did this happen in front of our office, who are you…and what are your needs here?"
Jero waved his hand casually. "Just a rich mobster obsessed with my future wife..he wanted to kidnap her..but I failed…usually…love-hungry men, until he wanted mine too. I'm an Italian citizen…and I want to seek asylum. He can't attack me here."
The woman opened her mouth, taken aback by the information that had just been conveyed.
"But... you're a danger to us." Said the woman in a tone of protest.
Again Jero waved his hand casually. "Ah.. don't make it too difficult… there is an international agreement… that embassies are separate territories… in this place Italian law applies… and all Italian citizens will have the same right to protection here. Right…?"
The woman nodded but seemed like she is going to protest again.
"Come on, where's Vega? Tell her I'm here…let's just say her ex-boyfriend from college is in the lobby."
The woman is still in shock. But in the end he went to the reception desk and called someone.
"She will come."
"Good. Babe…let's sit down." Jero led me to one of the chairs in the waiting room.
"Is this your ex, really?" I asked in disbelief, when a high-ranking employee of the embassy is his ex-girlfriend? Very unlikely.
"Hmm..."
"Lie."
"Up to you."
"Just…was that Brad?"
"Yes…and he wanted me dead." He replied casually, he leaned back and folded his arms across his chest.
"Why? How do you know… I don't feel anything."
"Because there are a lot of red dots going to my head… the snipers he had paid to shoot me in the head. When we get out of the car…they express their annoyance with the car. Heheh…they forgot, I was their senior…"
I still can't believe what I heard.
"Then… the head of this office, is that really your ex?"
"You…babe, why are you so fussy?! Yes of course he is my ex. When we are in college… maybe during the second or third semester… I forgot."
"Tch.. as if you are a popular guy."
"I was...and I am…fortunately now. I had many exes before..before I plunged into this world. Maybe I change girlfriends once a month, max two months… that's because then she wasn't fussy."
I brought my lips to his ear. "You said you are gay..."
He whispered back to me. "I was straight back then."
I nodded in understanding. "So what other great person is your ex..huh?"
"I have an ex and she is an assistant to the Minister, there is a businesswoman, there is a model, a cakeshop owner, a florist… to a porn star… I've tried everything."