ELITE

Elena's POV:

I really didn't understand what was happening to me. The other night I found myself calling 'Antonio' in my sleep. I didn't know who Antonio was, but I kept having dreams, constant dreams of times I was familiar with but couldn't quite remember. Antonio still remained a myth to me if he didn't reveal himself in person. My dreams seemed to even be haunting me because I saw a lot of people getting tortured by Antonio. It was a sight that I couldn't stand. What the fuck was even happening? He was a mafia mob in my dream...I got down from the bed and sat in front of Derek's laptop.

He didn't have a password which was surprising. Did he trust me or something? I searched for Antonio... Damon Antonio and there was a list of things about him. He was one of the top five richest in the world, and it talked about how many strip clubs and hotels he owned. He invested in a lot of large companies and is also getting billions of funds every month. He was married but had filed divorce papers, but now his wife has been pronounced dead. The details about her death weren't written. So I decided to search for images of him and his wife. There were only glimpses of her, I could barely see her face.

She was always facing him when in public or hugged to his chest. He obviously didn't want anyone to know what his wife looked like. But I had to admit, his face was so much familiar, I'd seen it over and over again, but I couldn't just remember when, or where. According to Derek, I seemed to have lost my memories and it was really giving me a hard time remembering who used to be in my life. Speaking of Derek, he looked so much like Antonio. I groaned as I heard a whistle. I had had this thought before...it wasn't the first time I'd seen Derek and Antonio.

Scenarios flashed in my head, at the ball...in this room. I could only remember combatting Derek and him thrusting into me a few times. I believed it was him I had intimacy with and not Antonio. Flashes of the times a man would speak dirty words to my ears, we'd had sex a lot of times. Derek and I had sex? So many times? He saved me from my abusive uncle? Nights after night flashed in my head and I could hear Derek's voice demanding and him being so authoritative towards me. As for Antonio, I believed we met a few times. He already had a wife so there was definitely nothing between us. Perhaps what enjoined us was Derek, because they seem like brothers, one could mistake them as twins. But Antonio was 33... just celebrated his birthday recently and Derek...I searched for him too. He was 37. Wow. He looked really hot, I had to admit. A lot of girls would go crazy over him. They both hid something away from the internet, and that was that they were mafias. It was a secret to the world but not the mobs.

I cancelled my search and went back to bed. I'd eaten already and just needed to rest. It wasn't still clear to me how I sustained the injuries on my back, but I believed it was a set of bandits that had whipped me. I could still remember the whip hitting my skin and being surrounded by men but aside from that, I didn't know the cause of it... like what I did to offend those bandits or maybe they wanted to steal from me or something.

It was already getting late and I was supposed to change my outfit to something more comfortable...but instead, I just removed my trousers and left the hoodie on. I loved the scent on it. So familiar. As night dawned, I heard someone coming in.

"Derek?" I asked but the figure didn't say anything, it just kept on approaching me. The moment I sat up it lunged at me but I caught the hand and twisted it before kicking this person in the spine. She stumbled forward. Yeah, the figure was like a woman's. Then the lights went on and I was able to get a clear view of her. Augusta. She glared at me.

"For how long are you going to pretend, Elena? Acting like a damsel in distress so Derek will accept you?" She questioned and I furrowed my brows.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I was in fact perplexed and offended. She really thought I was throwing myself at her boss?

"Don't play dumb with me Elena. I know your trick. It can't get past my eyes." She said so confidently I cringed. "You don't have amnesia, do you? It's all a part of your plan isn't it?" I cocked a brow at her question. Until Derek told me, I wasn't even aware I had amnesia.

"I don't know what you're talking about Augusta. But if you like Derek so much you can have him all to yourself. Why put the blame on me when he's the one who doesn't like you?"

"How can you tell?"

"I'm not blind, I see the way you look at him and the way he looks at you. It's completely different. He has no feelings for you whatsoever." I said and she furrowed her brows.

"You really expect me to believe that you have amnesia?" She looked at me with disbelief and I sighed.

"Believe whatever you want Augusta, even I don't believe I have amnesia, but I'm the one suffering from it. If you have nothing else to say, I'd advise you don't try to kill me. I learnt a few combat skills before Derek to rescue me from my uncle. Don't play with me." She looked perplexed.

"Derek saved you from your uncle?" She asked and I cocked a brow. But before she could say anything else Derek walked in and looked between the both of us.

"What's going on here? Augusta, you're the one I'll ask for an explanation."

"Why me?"

"It's it obvious? You sneaked into the room to do what exactly. And you have a knife in your hand." He stepped towards her and she stepped back. "You really have some nerves going against me. Get out." She didn't argue and immediately left the room. Then he looked at me. His eyes were neutral as he walked over to me and stroked my hair. "It's a good thing you still remember your combat skills." He stated and I smiled. Then he looked down at my outfit. His hoodie barely covered my thighs. The sight caused his eyes to visibly darken. I thought I was just mistaken, but the moment he raised his eyes to look at me....I gulped.

"I have to leave."