Chapter 23

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Angela's POV

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My head was sore, my body ached terribly. I tried to turn on my side, to get into a comfortable position but I just couldn't.

Groaning, I struggled to open my eyes; which I finally succeeded in doing after great difficulty. I instinctively looked towards the window where the brightness was coming from and winced to check what time of the day we were. The sun was up, but there was no wall clock on the walls for me to check the time and I didn't know where I was at.

Still, I looked around groggily. I was in a room, a very royal looking room, with little white chandeliers hanging off the ceiling and a modernized ancient looking lamp stand by my side. There was a vase on the table at the far left corner but I couldn't see what else was on the table. I tried to sit up slowly due to the ache on my body and did so, but there was so much discomfort that I winced every few seconds.

Why was the room so white? The walls, chandeliers, large curtains, the table and flower-vase; even the closet doors and the bed sheets were all white. I looked down at myself and realized I was equally in a white silk nightgown.

"She's awake." The voice said beside me, startling me.

I looked up to catch the dark gaze on me, it was Pedro. He was sitting on the chair beside me with crossed legs and he was dressed like a pirate, with the hat and dressing. He looked so weird. Especially the smokey eye effect.

"Hey, what happened and where am I?" I frowned, sitting properly.

"You don't remember?" He asked with a stern expression. I wracked my memory for clues and found out I could only gather bits of what'd happened last night.

I'd been drinking and I could barely hold in alcohol on a normal day, but there was nothing normal about yesterday. So I had just allowed myself to let go.

Pedro had taken me to the Swiss hotel dinner after we checked in and I had taken a glass of wine but I shouldn't have done that because after that one glass, I had gone beyond my reasonable self. I could vaguely remember punching him on the chest when we were discussing with some other hotel couple who were in Italy sightseeing.

And then...I'd slapped him and begged him at a point to take me back home, asking him why he had kidnapped me.

Then what happened next? And why was there stinging sensation at the back of my head?

"What happened last night Pedro?"

He'd been pacing about elegantly; as if he was taking a royal pose while taking pictures, but he suddenly stopped abruptly and turned to face me. "What did you just call me?"

My face scrunched up into a confused contour. Was he still drunk?

Because I myself was also hung-over at the moment and thank goodness he wasn't shouting. His attire itself was still very weird though.

"I called you your name, Pedro and-"

"Kindly keep your pretty mouth shut, little birdie!"

That term gave me chills and his wicked grin as he practically leered down at me didn't do any good.

"Please reduce your voice Pedro because I'm having a headache-"

I felt my world go deaf for a couple of seconds and flew out of the bed, then my leg hit something hard and I released a long, agonizing groan, trying to process what had just happened. His legs moved closer to my face and I realized he'd just whacked me so hard on the face that I'd flown across the bed, landing on the ground.

I wanted to get up on my feet but my whole body was trembling with weakness. I was sure there'd be bruises all over my body in the next few hours.

"Why?" I whispered with blurry eyes and a sore face, feeling my word echo all over my head as my ears rang.

He crouched before me and I saw his head split in seven places as a dark voice rang in my ear. He was smirking with his eyes looking so evil and devious that I felt the chills go down my spine.

Tears blurred my vision and I welcomed the pain, feeling voices echo in my head and realizing I couldn't shake the voices off. What did I even do wrong to deserve all this?

"You're a sick bastard..." I muttered, feeling light headed as my world began to slip into a state of unconsciousness.

Then I was jerked awake. It looked like I'd fainted at a point because I was now back to sitting on the bed and I was groaning as I shook my head slightly.

Pedro was standing by the foot of the bed, looking down at me with worried eyes.

"Angela?"

He walked around the bed and towards me but I weakly raised a hand to stop him.

"Just stop it, okay?" My eyes blurred.

"Angel, that was-"

"Why did you hit me?" I asked weakly.

I didn't even do anything to upset him, I hadn't troubled him or his men in any way. I mean, I'd been kidnapped but for some reason, I still wasn't fighting. Maybe because I had bodyguards around me twenty four seven and I had been told I would be shot if I created any alarm. And also he'd threatened to send someone who was currently in Luca's company as a mole to kill someone Luca loved.

Luca was one of the most feared men here in Italy and he had good security but he was now old. And what if the mole among his men was someone he'd truly trusted since all these years?

"I'm sorry." He muttered.

"No Pedro, I hate you!" I gritted with all the strength I could muster. I'd done absolutely wrong to deserve this mind of treatment and now I had an aching head, a burning body and probably a concussion.

My head was still burning with the thwack my right cheek had received and now he had the guts to look sober. How dare he?

Pedro looked alarmed about something I said because I saw his eyes widen. I didn't care how his expression was, I simply didn't want to even look at him right now.

"What? I didn't treat you badly Angela, you can't hate me. That wasn't me. Remember we are actually supposed to prepare for our wedding and-" he came over and patted my head but I flinched, feeling the pain course through my body at the sudden movement.

"No, I'm never going to get married to you, you psycho! Get out!" I screamed. I groaned when my head burned. "You're a damn loser and you deserve every pain and humiliation that comes your way!" I screamed with bloodshot eyes.

I was too week to even launch an attack so I just allowed my body shake fiercely.

"This wasn't our agreement." He stated with pursed lips, obviously not liking the way I'd spoken to him.

He moved away, looking upset and shaking his head with his hands going to his back.

What agreement was he talking about?

"You're delusional. Are you talking to me? What agreement did we make? Oh my actual goodness, Pedro Denaro! This is crazy. It was only just yesterday we met and we never even talked about any we stupid contract." I groaned.

Pedro, who had initially been pacing instantly stood rigid. Then he turned to face me and gave me a chilling smile.

"What did you just say, little birdie?" He asked darkly. His tone had changed and I didn't know why that tone he was now using alarmed me but it did.

It sounded nothing like the man I had been talking to just seconds ago but I didn't care. All he wanted to hear me say was that I didn't hate him and he would never hear that from me.

"You heard what I said, Pedro-"

"Shh. It seems we need to do something first so we can understand what is going on here. Let me introduce myself to you, since this little-" he gritted his teeth. "-shut up Pedro I'm not letting you take over again, and Anna you'll get to meet her soon," He smiled at my feet, then she looked up at me. "As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, I am pleased to meet you. My name is Brown and I am the leader of this little group here." He pointed at his chest, accessing me with a smile.

"What does that even mean?"

He was crazy.

"It means, there are plenty of us inhabiting this body. One of us, the oldest in experience but youngest in age is very shy so we rarely let him appear so you vicious humans won't take advantage of him." He snarled as if I'd taken advantage of him at anytime.

My breathing got labored as I digested the information. "So where is Pedro?"

"I have locked him inside us dear, because you talked to him like he was trash last night and this morning, telling him be was delusional. Do you know how sad that made him feel? If he didn't like you so much, I would have asked Pearson to kill you." He cleared his throat as I swallowed thickly, feeling my heart beating so fast it could even burst out of my ribcage.

"Who is Pearson?" My lips trembled as I whispered the words, dreading his answer. He went back to the chair he was sitting when I'd first woken up and crossed his legs, crossing his hands over his thighs again.

"Pearson is one of us, the second strongest. I'm the third strongest but they made me our leader because I am the wisest. I however, wouldn't ever get my hands in bloodshed as I was once in the pirates war, and sadly, I lost my dear Hazel to it."

I looked around slowly, praying I would spot some sort of instrument that I could use to attack him at any point. This man was crazy. Delusional.

My head was now slowly throbbing again though I wasn't as weak as I'd been a few minutes ago.

I placed my hand on the sore spot and rubbed it, only to wince when I felt so much stickiness. Dreading what I would see, I slowly brought my hand out and gasped.

Red.

"Wh-what's this Ped- Brown?" I stuttered. He heaved a sigh and drummed two fingers on one thigh, giving me a lazy look.

"Oh Pearson, I am really sorry for that my dear. Pearson took over at one point when you wouldn't shut up and Pedro was also yelling at us not to hurt you. But you just wouldn't shut up as you kept calling me 'Pedro', that made me a bit angry but I would never hit you dear."

To sum it up, Pearson was the one that hit me. So no matter what I did, I'd have to make sure that Pearson never came out again because he had anger issues. I couldn't believe we were seriously doing this.

"What's the name of your sickness?" I asked carefully, not desiring another smack at the moment.

He heaved a sigh and smiled at me, tucking a hand into his pirate khaki pants and bringing out round, thin eyeglasses which he easily put on.

"It's not a sickness my little birdie, it's a personality and it's called multiple personality disorder. Got a problem with it?!" He slightly raised his voice. I raised my hands up in surrender and he looked away before shaking his head.

"Um, how old are you?"

"I'm fifty two years old."

What? Pedro didn't look older than twenty seven or eight.

"S-so, can I talk to Pedro?"

"Just don't ask. How do I know you won't yell at him again?"

"I won't. I promise." My lower lip trembled as I realized I'd been kidnapped by someone that had serious issues.

Then Pedro, or rather Brown got up and slowly walked towards me again, assessing me.

"Pedro?" I asked in uncertainty, hoping he'd switched.

"Such a pity she wants to talk to only Pedro right now. I'm better dear, and I'm Darcy by the way. I'm a fashion designer and I'm totally in love with girls that have the kind of shape and body frame you've got. When we leave this place, honey cheeks, you're modeling for me...okay? Pretty please." He had a British accent this time around and I almost sobbed at my predicament.

"No-" I started shaking my head when he began his ramble again. This was just crazy.

"Be more respectful of people's privacy Brown. Next time kindly change into a classier attire than these rags I've got on. Oh my balls, I hate this stupid costume. Zip it Brown, I need to also make an acquaintance with the pretty diva." He rolled his eyes.

I actually started to sob after that. I started shedding angry, sad, bitter, frustrated tears as I finally broke down. I just wanted to go home at this point.

"Honey cheeks. Such eyes aren't meant for shedding tears. How ever did I upset you?" He patted my head. "Your hair appears to be regularly treated but it could use a little trim, what do you think? You have good curves though, great potential. Have you ever thought if being on the runway? Of course I remember Pedro once saying something like that." He whispered like it was some secret, smiling down at me.

"Pedro. I want Pedro." I sobbed into my right hand which was now covering my mouth. Pedro... Brown...Pearson..now Darcy...it was all too much for me.

"Ugh, fine. You'll get Pedro then and oh, I'll see you around." He huffed and straightened from his bent position where he had been accessing me. Then next second, he was cradling my head in his hold and looking so sad.

"Angel? I'm here, my mates would never hurt you so don't be afraid of them. Well, all of them except Pearson which I believe you've met...unfortunately. Shh, don't cry."

My shoulders shook as I struggled in vain to keep the tears at bay. I held onto his shoulders.

"I need to see a doctor." I croaked, voice hoarse.

"Okay. I'll call one right now. Or better still, Caroline is a professional doctor, she can treat you."

I nodded. "Is she here with us?" I asked, remembering I didn't see any female among his men. Except the lady was properly disguised as a man and I didn't take note.

"Yes my dear bride. She is actually one of us."

His words took me offguard. I heaved a shaky breath.

"One of you?"

"I mean she's among the others. You-"

"No."

"Angel, liste-"

"No, Please. No!" I said more firmly, making sure I didn't come off as harsh. I shook my head to back my affirmance. I wouldn't let Pedro leave me again.

"I promise she won't hurt you. She's happily married and has a son in Paris, and-"

"No." I clutched onto his shirt, I didn't want another crazy person leering down at me. He was my only means of survival and escape out of this place right now. "I only want you."

Silence ensued for some seconds as I stared intently at him.

At last he smiled at me, obviously liking what I'd just said. "What will I do with you my angel? Okay then, I'll call a doctor friend of mine and he'll be here soon. Now go to sleep."

"Bu-"

"Shh. You need the rest. Brown patched you up last night because Pearson refused to let him take you to the hospital."

"Well, can't I go to the hospital now anyway?"

"What if you run away from me?" His face fell and then hardened.

I shook my head. "Why would I run away? I don't even know where I am and there are bodyguards everywhere." I tried to convince him, smiling.

"If you try to escape, Brown won't let you see me for a while and he will take charge of things. That would be a bit dangerous for you because he might let Pearson handle you, which I of course would never do. Promise me you won't try to escape from me."

"Okay." I smiled. There was no way I was going to make such a promise.

"Okay then, I'll get one of my men to help you get downstairs. I'm not as physically strong as Pearson or Brown." He made to leave.

"Oh, Pedro?"

"Yes Angel?"

I cringed at the Angel word. Only Eros could call me that without getting me upset. "Change out of those hideous clothes, will you?"

"Of course, Angel." He pecked my forehead and left the room.

And that was when I knew that I was royally fucked.











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Now you realize how much danger Angela is in. Pedro is from the Spanish royal family so killing him will have its consequences as well. What can Luca and Eros do?

What do you think of Pedro's personality?

Which of the personalities do you like the most? You've met Pedro, Darcy, Pearson and Brown. There's still Anna, Caroline and Toby.

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