Chapter 8 Stupid Law

• VICTORIA WASHINGTON ;
• I watched the maid bow her head, her eyes downcast as she delivered the news. "I'm sorry, but you can't have breakfast once the time has passed. It's the law, and I can't go against it."
• Frustration bubbled inside me. "What kind of law is that?!" I exclaimed, feeling my anger rise. “Are you serious? Do you want me to die of hunger? What kind of person makes such a ridiculous rule?”
• I threw my hands up in disbelief, my voice echoing through the hallway. "Vincenzo!! Do you want me to starve? What kind of monster makes laws like this?!"
• The maid flinched at my outburst, looking even more nervous. I could see her trying to keep her composure, but I didn’t care. I was tired of this absurdity. How could anyone think it was acceptable to enforce such a stupid rule?
• "Do you have any idea how insane this is?" I continued, my frustration spilling over. "I'm not asking for a five-course meal, just something to eat! Is that too much to ask for?"
• The maid's silence only fueled my anger further. It was hard to believe that anyone could be okay with such a strict regime. "What kind of person puts food on a schedule like it’s some kind of prison?" I muttered, shaking my head in disbelief.
• "Where is he? Where's that freaking jerk?!" I demanded, watching as she opened and closed her mouth, unsure of what to say.
• "Come on! Don’t tell me you’re scared of someone who isn’t even here! Just tell me where he is!"
• "I can't... I can't say anything, Young Miss. I'm so sorry..." she replied, her voice trembling as she quickly walked away.
• And then I was left alone. Well I have to find Vincenzo , to question him on why he made such a stupid law.
• I was left standing alone, frustration bubbling inside me. "I need to find Vincenzo," I thought. "I have to ask him why he made that stupid rule about breakfast."
• Hunger gnawed at my stomach as I wandered through the mansion. It felt strange to be in such a beautiful place while I was so hungry. "Maybe I should just go back to my room and sleep it off," I muttered. But then again, "What if I just ask him for permission to eat? Who asks for permission to eat, though? Even in enemy territory!"
• I shook my head, trying to push the thoughts away. I started moving through the house, hoping to bump into him. After a few minutes of searching, I noticed a door at the end of the hallway. It looked heavy and had guards standing nearby.
• "Maybe he’s in there," I thought. "That must be his office."
• With a deep breath, I approached the guards. "Excuse me, can I go inside? I need to talk to Vincenzo," I said, trying to sound confident.
• One of the guards looked at me with a blank expression. "You can’t go in without permission," he said.
• "But I’m his wife!" I argued, crossing my arms. "I just need to talk to him."
• The guard and I exchanged looks, and I could see he wasn’t going to budge. “Look, I don’t care if you’re his wife. Rules are rules. I can’t break them, especially not for you,” he said firmly.
• I felt a mix of frustration and embarrassment wash over me. Maybe I should just go back, I thought, but then my stomach growled loudly. Oh God, I can’t go back now! I’m so hungry! The idea of returning to my empty room made my stomach churn even more.
• As I turned to leave, a sudden smile crept onto my face as an idea struck me.
• “Well, you know how he punishes people,” I said, trying to sound convincing. “Do you really think he’ll be okay with losing millions because of a stupid mistake? I just got a call from one of his business partners saying one of his shipments is…missing! Yes, missing!” I muttered, hoping this would work.
• Why were they taking this so seriously? He was probably just sitting in his office, tapping away at his laptop. All I needed was permission to eat!
• “Ma’am… but—”
• “Oh, it’s okay! But just remember, if someone loses their job, it won’t be me. It’ll be you for being so stupid and ignorant!” I snapped, crossing my arms defiantly.
• “Fine,” he shot back, frustration boiling over in his tone. “Just don’t get us killed!” He stepped aside, clearly irritated but unable to refuse.
• His uncertainty was palpable, but I brushed it aside. I was determined to see Vincenzo, and nothing was going to stop me.
• “I’ll take you there. Follow me!” he relented, and I could hear the reluctant acceptance in his voice.
• I followed the security guard down the hallway. We stepped into an elevator, and as it went down, my heart raced. When the doors opened, we entered a busy corridor that felt strange.
• What was this place? Was it some kind of underground operation? I wondered if Vincenzo was involved in illegal things.
• As we got closer to a heavy door, I felt anxious. The air was smokey and smelled like strong alcohol. I could hear distant screams and yells that made me shiver.
• The guard knocked on the door, and it slowly opened. A man stood there, checking the guard before letting us in. Just as we walked inside, something happened that shocked me.
• The guard stepped aside, and I hesitated at the threshold. As I entered, my eyes fell on a figure standing in the center of the room. It was Vincenzo, but he was not the man I expected. He stood with his back to me, a knife glinting in his hand. My breath caught in my throat.
• What was he doing? My mind raced, trying to make sense of the scene unfolding before me. I couldn't see his face, but I could see the way he moved, the power he exuded. He was slicing through something—or someone. A gasp escaped my lips, but I quickly covered my mouth, fear rooting me to the spot.
• The room was filled with muffled cries and desperate pleas, and the horrible realization struck me: Vincenzo was hurting someone. Panic surged within me, and my heart raced. I had always thought of him as a strong, assertive man, but this was something entirely different.
• I wanted to scream, to run, but my body wouldn’t cooperate. Instead, I stood frozen, my eyes wide with horror. The cries grew louder, and the sound of flesh meeting metal sent waves of nausea through me.
• This was not the husband I thought I knew. I had no idea he was capable of such brutality. My hands trembled as I struggled to breathe, feeling as if the walls were closing in around me. I had to escape this nightmare.
• Just as I turned to leave, a scream pierced the air, raw and f
• illed with pain. It shattered my paralysis. I finally found my voice, shouting,
• “No! Stop! Please, someone help!”