Chapter 6 Terror Awakening

• Jasmine’s P.o.v
• “I am not even kidding Rachel; he killed someone right in front of my eyes. There wasn’t any single remorse on his face and his aura was so typical of a criminal than the businessman I had thought of him. I made a huge mistake making that deal with him that night, but I honestly don’t think I can ever imagine myself staying a minute in that hellhole again.” I shared my experience at Mateo’s mansion to Rachel following my resumption back at the confectionery store. “And I just really do hope Jason wasn’t who I saw at his house that night.”
• “So, what do you intend to do now?” Rachel's curious face asked with her hands akimbo.
• I don’t know.
• I threw my hands in the air before flipping my hair back with them. “I really don’t know, Rachel. I mean, he gave me that money at the auction and we had an agreement, and now I feel like I’m in his debt. I mean obviously, I am. I owe him everything and now... I believe the worst is yet to come. Hopefully, my mum doesn’t find out, and if not for you covering up for me ... I just feel so stupid making that deal without even thinking it through well enough. Here I am, in a deal with a criminal!”
• I feel tears well up my face and Rachel pulled me in for a hug.
• “This was my entire fault, Jasmine. I’m so sorry for introducing you to that auction.” Rachel released me from the hug wiping away my tears.
• No, no please no. It wasn’t. I just have to find a way of... I don’t know, I’ll think of something.
• “What are you doing there, you two? The cakes won’t sell themselves you know!” Madam Silvia yelled at us from afar and we immediately found our way to the cakes and cupcakes unit of the confectionary store which is adjacent to where we’ve be standing before her arrival. “And you Jasmine, why didn’t you come for your shift the last time?”
• “My shift?” I asked, pretending to be confused by her question.
• “Well, extra shift. Don’t pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about,” Madam Silvia said, giving me an ugly scowl.
• “Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t think I’d be doing that any longer, Madam Silvia. I mean, my mum is just recuperating and she’d will be needing most of my time henceforth.” I retorted.
• “I see.” She agreed reluctantly and head back to her office which is at the inner part of the store.
• The bell above the door of the confectionary store jingled, signaling the arrival of the customers. Rachel was still busy arranging a display of colorful cupcakes few paces away from where I am. As I looked up to greet the customers, my smile began to falter as I took in the rough-looking men swaggering toward the counter.
• Their leader, a burly man with a menancing scar above his left eyebrow sneered at me. “Well, well, well look what we got here. The murderer’s daughter.”
• My mouth stood agape and I stood frozen as the man faced me and I began to stutter following his statement. “Ex...Excuse me, can I help you with something?”
• The scar faced man chuckled. “Oh, we’re just here for some...sugar,” he emphasized the last word, his tone dripping with malice.
• The men began causing chaos in the store knocking over displays and smashing jars of candy. Rachel, rushed down to interfere, but was silenced by venomous looks on the men’s faces.
• “Don’t worry cutie-pie, we are here for your friend here not you,” one of the men said.
• “Jasmine, who are these people?” Rachel asked me despite the deadly look on their faces.
• “I don’t know.” My voice broke and my hands cold. “Who are you and what do you want from me?”
• The scar faced man laughed, his eyes glinting with cruelty. “You think this is bad? This is just a taste of what Mateo will do to you if you try to act too smart with him. Don’t be like your father.”
• One of the men grabbed a tray of delicate pastries and sent it crashing to the floor. The sound of shattering glass and crunching metal filled the air.
• “Oh, my God, no. Please, stop. I don’t know what you are talking about.” I tried not to cry.
• My eyes watched in terror as the men continued their rampage. They overturned tables, shattered display cases, and even ripped apart the candy making machine Madam Silvia had just bought few weeks ago. Majority of the cakes where meshed with the cupcakes thrown all over.
• “What the hell is going on here?” Madam Silvia’s eye widened in utter shock with her hands placed on her head. Her question was met by a loud silence and she could only watch as her mouth stood agape.
• The scar faced man approached me instead, his massive frame looming over me. “An apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Salvatore was quite an interesting and smart man. You know what Mateo wants, but I’m afraid, it just might not augur well with you.”
• I fought back my tears, trying to hide my fear. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
• The man sneered. “Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what I’m talking about. Or wait, so you don’t know?”
• Know what?
• “That your father was a snitch and betrayal who got Mateo’s father assassinated. You father was a betrayal and I’d say an idiot. Because...” he tried to speak but I interrupted him.
• Don’t you dare speak about my father like that!
• “Woooh, her father’s daughter indeed,” he said, his smile devious as he looks. “But if he was smart enough, he’d realize that the Morales ain’t people to play with.”
• With that being said, the men left as quickly as they had arrived, leaving behind a trail of destination and a clear message: Mateo’s intentions with me didn’t begin at the auction.
• Rachel rushed down to me. “Jasmine, what the hell just happened?”
• I couldn’t answer and my face only surveyed the damage done by the men and what’s worst? The scar faced man’s words! They all had a terrible effect on me; it was as if I had just been exposed to an old world I never knew existed!
• “Jasmine, meet me in my office, now,” Madam Silvia said to me as she head for her office, her angry expression understandable.
• “Jasmine, look at me,” Rachel cupped my face into her hands. “Who really are these people? Because if the same Mateo I know is who they are talking about, then I’m afraid you are in a big mess, a mess so big I’m afraid it won’t augur well for you!”