Corteo approached the storeroom's door, hesitating for a moment before speaking. "Hey, Fiona, how are you holding up in there?" he asked, his tone filled with genuine concern.
Fiona's voice echoed back, tinted with a hint of weariness, "It's been tough, I can't drink any booze."
Corteo leaned in closer to the door, wanting to reassure her. "I'm sorry you're going through this. If there's anything I can do to help, just let me know."
"Just try convincing your friends to let me leave, I don't like this pizza base at all! Tak that as a review."
"Well OfCourse because those bases are expired" Corteo replied with a slight smile.
Corteo with a stiff and sad face went back upstairs to his room, Bradley entered form the entry gate with 2-3 bottles of vodka in his hand.
Bradley peeked from the window and after checking that Fiona was asleep, he slightly opened the storeroom's door and left the bottles inside, locked the door and left.
"Corteo? Corteo? Corteoooo was that you Corteoooo" Fiona's voice echoed in the room, Fiona thought that Corteo was the one who left those bottles for her.
Bradley came back after two hours and after checked from the window again, Fiona was heavily drunk mumbling to herself, singing strange songs, her face bright red.
Bradley opened the door quietly making sure no one noticed him; his face had a demonic smile, "I won't let Corteo be the only one to have all the fun".
As soon as he touched her she seemed to wince and stiffen. To embrace her was like embracing a jointed wooden image. And what was strange was that she was simultaneously pushing him away with all her strength. The rigidity of her muscles managed to convey that impression. She would lie there with shut eyes, neither resisting nor co-operating but submitting. It was extraordinarily embarrassing, and, after a while, horrible.
Bradley was feeling shameful on the outcome "I hate this bitch".
"How am I a man if I can't overpower a drunk woman!"
Bradley stood there like a statue, shirtless, staring at Fiona cursing himself. "Bradley! how dare you!" Corteo jumped on Bradley, He punched him on his jaw with all his force.
"How dare you, just how rotten are you?!"
"Screw you! how dare you touch her!"
Corteo was insanely mad on Bradley, without any second thought Corteo kicked on his balls.
"He got them both, Hehe he" Fiona giggled, still drunk.
Angelo came running after hearing the chaos downstairs, "What the fuck!" Angelo struggled to stop them, "Corteo! Bradley! Stop at once! be in your limits" Angelo barked with all his might.
Finally, Angelo succeeded in pulling them both away. "Corteo sit here! don't move!"
"Bradley, don't tell me you did something stupid again!" Angelo shouted on Bradley.
Bradley explained everything with a straight face, Corteo and Angelo stood in shock. "Angelo, I will kill him today! How dare he touch her" Corteo yelled in desperation.
"Corteo! Corteo! Why don't you wait for a moment, let him explain.
"I thought having some fun won't be a bad Idea, even though my idea worked.... she still kept repelling me as if she could smell my intentions. I felt embarrassed, It... It was way worse than getting slap in public... It... It was a direct slap on my character!" Bradley explained, Covering his face with both the hands.
Angelo couldn't care less about Fiona, but the groups unity was essential, "I will look into this womans issue myself! You both will not come close to the room again!"
Bradley who first seemed to be ashamed on his actions suddenly burst into laughter "I know exactly what to do! I... I will kill this woman, only if she wasn't here... Only if"
"Corteo's face became red in rage as he charged into Bradley again, this time with a metal pipe! Corteo smacked Bradley on his Head making him unconscious.
Bradley fell on the ground as his eyelids grew heavy, He struggled to keep his eyes open. "Motherfuc.." Bradley spoke as he fell unconscious.
Angelo pulled Corteo back by pulling both his hands back, Corteo resisted for once but then submitted to Angelo. "I will kill this fuck!"
Bradley woke up in his room, Angelo stood in front smoking a cigarette, "Want one?"
"Yeah, Give me one. Need to clean my lungs after all that bullshit" Bradley replied with sigh.
Angelo gave one cigarette to Bradley; Bradley held it between his lips while Angelo lit it up with a lighter.
"Such Wild and intrusive thoughts you have in your mind, you will make Corteo kill you." Angelo spoke with a smile on his face.
"I was just trying to have some fun, but that fucker wants to keep all the fun to himself" Bradley replied with an angry face.
"What else do you expect? You almost assaulted her!" Angelo added.
"Now what? do you want to me apologize?" Bradley interrogated.
"Nah, you don't need to apologize to the woman, she doesn't really remember anything" Angelo clarified.
"Thanks God!" Bradley prayed; his face had a sense of relief.
"Corteo plans to rip your skin apart from your body the next time you do something funny" Angelo warned Bradley.
"An apology won't fix anything right now, so you better stay in the lane now" Angelo added.
Bradley sighed with a discomfort, "Well what else did I expect, that fuck won't let me live easy now, will he?"
Angelo smirked for a bit and then replied, "Yeah he won't".
Bradley stood up and filled up a cup of water for himself, his thoughts were divided into two parts, one which forced him to push his limit and kill Fiona, other which warned him not to push his luck any further.
Bradley himself struggled with his unpredictability, not even he could decide his next move! The biggest weapon which he had over others was turning onto him now. "What piece of shit I am", "But I enjoy being like this", "I enjoy the thriller of unpredictability!" many such voices echoed in his mind.