Under the dimly lit room, four silhouettes were seen.
The older men seemed to discuss business while another seemed uncomfortable.
A female.
Letting out another frustrated sigh for the umpteenth time, Carmella readjusted on her chair. They'd been sitting that way for an hour now and all her dad and Zayde's dad could do was talk about their stupid Mafia stuff. Zayde had simply been quiet, talking only when he needed to. Otherwise, he took sips from his wine glass.
Mr. Lanwood finally took his gaze to his daughter. Her facial expression was enough to send the message. With a smile, he turned to Mr. Lynn. "We totally forgot the kids while we discussed. We should let them have some time on their own, you know, as future partners." Mr. Lynn nodded in approval and Carmella stood to her feet almost immediately. Tugging Zayde's arm, and with a smile on her face, Zayde eventually stood too. "Please excuse us." She spoke, walking out with her arm linked tightly to Zayde.
Carmella succeeded in dragging Zayde into a room. He didn't protest. He simply watched her frantic efforts with an stoic face. The door was locked and she had the keys; Zayde won't resist her for that long, right? She hoped.
With alluring, sexy steps, she approached Zayde, a dirty smirk on her face. "You can't hide for too long, love. You can take me now, I'm all yours." She spoke huskily, loosening the straps of her dress. She ran her fingers down Zayde's buttons, fiddling with 'em. Zayde walked past her to the window, his cold strides echoing sharply. With his back against her, in his deadly silence, Carmella couldn't help but shudder. But that didn't deter her. Walking up to him yet again, she trailed kisses down his back. "C'mon, Zayde. I'm all yours."
The next second, Zayde turned around sharply and grabbed her neck, banging her body against the wall. She let out a piercing cry, her eyes wide from the choking. His attack was sudden. "Stay away from me, Miss. Lanwood. You won't survive the next time." He spoke acidly, his eyes emotionless.
He released her carelessly, letting her fall to the floor. With his hands tucked back into his pockets, he stared down at her. "Open the door." His words came. Carmella scrambled for the door, fiddling with the keyhole. She was trying to recover from his choke. His fingerprints were clear marks on her neck. She eventually opened the door, and fell back heavily to the floor.
Zayde walked over her but halted halfway. "I'd like to hear this from your father." His diminishing boot strides meant he was leaving. Carmella managed to get to her feet. He'd gripped her neck too hard, there were blood stains on her nostrils.
After what seemed like eternity, she regained her composure, enough to let her face questions.
She walked out of the room, but met neither her father nor Zayde's. They'd left?! With staggering steps, she exited the hotel and flagged down a cab home.
She needed to get rid of the marks on her neck as soon as possible.