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“Ah, fuck!” he groans, hissing and shaking his head. He turns us and drops me into the hallway. I fall onto my ass with a thud, pain shooting up my spine. Ass kisser is still hissing, wiping his eyes, so I get to my feet and shove past him to go back into the room and pick up another bottle. I get a few pumps of lotion onto the desk and chair before he’s back on me. I yell and scream and fight, but it’s all for nothing. With a last ditch effort, I throw the glass lotion bottle at the monitors and cackle when it cracks the screen. I’m carried out of the office, and this time he doesn’t dump me in the hallway. I fight him as best I can, but the man is a giant and I’ll never get out of his grip. He literally tosses me into a small room. I try to land on my feet but fall to my ass again. When I whirl around, all I see is him glaring at me with red, swollen eyes, and then he’s slamming the door closed.

I run toward the door, banging on it with balled fists.

“Let me out!” I reach for the knob but can’t find it. Frantically I search, but there’s nothing there. Nothing. No knob. How is there no knob! “Open the door!” I scream, banging on it harder. It’s pitch black in here. I can’t see a thing. I have no idea where I am or what kind of room this is, but what kind of psychopath has a room with no knob to get out!

I slam on the door until my hands burn. I swipe at the walls for a light switch and the missing door knob, but find neither.

Eventually, my adrenaline runs dry. My cramps come back, my stomach reminding me how hungry I am, and I grow dizzy. I’m nauseous and lightheaded. I slide down the door to sit on my ass. Sobs tear through me. My entire body is shaking.

I hate my life.

I lie down, curl in on myself, and fall asleep. Because what else am I supposed to do?

Chapter Twenty-Five

Vincenzo

I find Antonio standing outside the door to the storage closet we keep chemicals and supplies in. There’s also a hidden gun closet in there that only three people know about. Me, him, and Rocco. Antonio’s eyes are bright red, the outsides swollen. He looks more pissed than I’ve seen him in a long time. Which concerns me.

“What is going on?” I ask as I reach him. The scent of mint clears my sinuses and my eyes water. “Jesus,” I mutter, waving a hand in my face. “What is that fucking smell? And what happened to you?”

He shakes his head, pushing off the wall. He blinks, squinting his eyes. “The girl is fucking nuts, boss.” He holds his hands up and shakes his head. “I’m sorry, but it’s true.”

“What happened?”

“Just as I said. Fine one minute, crazy the next. The kitchen is mostly cleaned already, but quite a few things need to be fixed. Like the oven and some drawers. But the hot tub? You’re gonna need a new one.” I glance down the hall, not wanting to know how a girl of her size could destroy a hot tub. “I got people in your office cleaning.”

“My office?” I grit out. The rage burning through my veins is a new feeling. I rarely get this angry.

He points to his eyes. “This is what I got for stopping her. Now, I’m not complaining, I know it’s my job, but that girl?” He shakes his head again, biting his tongue. “You good if I go get this shit checked out?”

“Please, go. Have Mino drive you.”

He nods and heads down the stairs, gripping the banister like an eighty-year-old man.

My head is spinning. How could such a small girl wreak so much havoc in a small amount of time? I press my ear to the door, and when I don’t hear anything, I assume she’s calm. Not that I’m afraid of her, but I’d rather deal with her when she isn’t acting like a rabid animal.

I head into my office, and the scent of mint is stronger in here. One of the cleaners is scrubbing the carpet.

“I’m almost finished, Mr. Bramante,” she says with a shake of her head, like she too is disappointed.

“What is it?”

“Massage oil, sir. Pain to get out, but I’ll get it out. Don’t you worry. The smell may linger for a few days, but at least it smells good, aye?” She smiles and goes back to scrubbing the carpet.

Massage oil? She spilled massage oil all over my fucking office. Another look around and I notice the smashes monitor and the fact my desk is empty.

“My desk?” I question through gritted teeth.

“Lotion, sir. Already clean. The papers are drying out on the couch.”

I turn and pause. This woman really is an animal.

I go down to the spa. Bernice, along with a maintenance guy, are standing in front of my hot tub that looks like it’s been filled with oil.

I shake my head as I stop by them, placing my hands on my hips.

“Sir, he says it can be cleaned and doesn’t have to be replaced. The items weren’t in it for too long.” She gestures to a wastebasket beside her. Inside is a soggy bag of sugar, a plastic tub of chocolate powder and a bottle of soy sauce.