Page 24 of Malicious Claim

A soft rap suddenly sounded on the door. Reflexively, she bent to the ground and picked up the gun.

The keys made a clicking sound as the door pushed open.

“Good afternoon, m—” The tray in her hands slipped to the ground when she saw the mess that had been made. A gaspescaped her throat when she raised her head to see the gun pointed at her.

“Take me to Makros right now,” Leila ordered, a dangerous glint in her eyes.

The maid’s lip quivered as her hand rose in a surrendering gesture. “I— I can’t. He— he is a mee–ting,” she stuttered, her language distorted.

“I don’t give a damn!” She approached the maid who was too startled to guess her next move.

Leila’s hand went around her neck, pulling the maid into her body. She put the gun to the side of her head and muttered, “Move.”

“B—u—”

“I said move!” Leila commanded her hands on the trigger.

The danger of the situation finally registered in the maid’s head, and slowly, her feet moved. As they walked, Leila took stock of the hallway. Luckily for her, there were no guards around.

“You should always have someone watching, stupid,” she whispered.

They arrived at a door, and the girl pointed with shaky fingers.

“That's it?” Leila asked, and she nodded. “Let’s go.”

She didn’t let go of the maid as they inched closer to the door. When they were in front of it, she stopped. Her legs kicked the door with force, and it flew open. She pushed the maid in, following right behind her.

Makros raised his head to see the intruders. His brow lifted slightly, and the pen in his hand stopped scribbling as he stared from his door to Leila with his gun in one of her hands and the other wrapped around Elisabetta’s neck.

She was using her as a human shield.

“Thought you said he was in a meeting?” she asked harshly. The maid trembled in response.

Makros leaned back, cocked his head to the side, and placed a hand on his chin. “Ne hoavutoabbastanza (I’ve had enough),” he said.

Leila’s eyes squinted, curious about what he had said.

“Don't do anything funny. I’ll really pull the trigger and empty her brain and then yours." Leila tried to sound convincing.

She had barely stopped talking when she heard the sound of a zipper. Her eyes went toward the sound, and she saw a young lady around her age, slip out of the table. She wiped her lips with her hand and stood beside Makros.

Leila’s mouth went agape, not expecting to see the sight in front of her.

“Cecilia, are you finished?” He spoke too calmy for a man that just had an orgasm..

“Si,signoreMakros,” Cecilia replied, unfazed by Leila's presence.

Leila couldn’t gather her thoughts fast enough to speak. It was chaotic inside her head. This was the meeting he supposedly had. A girl, very gorgeous, by the way, gobbling his cock while he scribbled away. She was too stunned to speak.

“Are you a statue? You kicked my door open, came in with my gun in your hand, which let me know you went through my shit, and now you have my staff's neck in your hand. What now?” There was really no bit of stress or panic in his voice.

His calmness irritated her to her core, and in no time, she regained her voice. “Maybe you shouldn’t have locked me in your room.”

“But I did, so what will you do about it? Shoot the maid?”

“Or I should shoot you?” She pointed the gun at him. “Or her. If she's sucking your dick in the middle of the day, it means you care about her, right?” She pointed the gun at Cecilia.

"Cecelia,vaticinate," he beckoned to her.