Page 12 of Vita Mia

She glanced behind her and saw Ryder’s sleepy face. He snored lightly. MiaBella wiggled out from under him. He didn’t seem to notice much. He flopped over to his back with a loud snore. MiaBella reached down at her feet and picked up his shirt. It smelled like cologne and his man sweat. She slipped it over her body and then pulled on her panties. She picked up the two condoms and held them out with a frown. She walked them into the bathroom and flushed them. MiaBella washed her hands. She dried her hands and checked her appearance in the mirror and her hair was a mess. She then stared at herself. She didn’t look different, she felt different. She felt confident. Lola was right. Mia sniffed and inhaled his scent.

His name was Ryder, and she knew from the first moment she saw him, that he was the kind of guy to give her a dream night of freedom. Smiling she went to her purse and got her brush and comb. Then she tip-toed into the bathroom and groomed her hair properly. She cleaned her face of smeared makeup and rinsed her mouth. It was almost four in the morning. He needed to leave. She came out of the bathroom and started toward the bed when she heard a soft chime. She glanced in the darkness to the direction it came from. There was a small light display on his watch. It sat face up on the desk. Curiosity pulled her toward it. She lifted the watch and could see the message that stated the memory was full.

“Memory?” MiaBella said.

She glanced to the bed and Ryder. He now snored more loudly. She then looked down at the watch face. When she touched the screen, it prompted her to see the final recording. There were other recordings with timestamps. Curious she touched the final recording and then a little window image of her arriving in the room and undressing for him came into display. The camera angle showed her full body but as she approached him it switched to just her vagina before he lifted her up and took her to the bed.

There was a camera in the room? But where? She glanced to the direction of where she and Ryder’s passion first ignited and then she looked to the desk. The only thing on top were a pair of glasses aimed at the door. They were Ryder’s glasses. She lifted them and put them on. They felt a bit heavy on her face, and it was clear that the lenses weren’t prescription. MiaBella fumbled with the watch and was able to turn on the view from the glasses. Everywhere she looked Ryder’s glasses beeped a message that it was out of memory and could not record.

“Oh no,” she said. “We’re in trouble!”

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“WAKE UP!” MIABELLAsaid after delivering a hard kick to the bed.

Ryder was startled. He opened his eyes and looked to his left. The first thing he saw was the deadly end of a gun aimed at his face.

“What the fuck?” he mumbled.

“Sei un fottuto bastardo!”

“Mia—whoa?”

“You’re a cop!” She tossed his glasses and watch to the bed. Ryder was still high off of loving her physically and mentally. He couldn’t comprehend the scene before him. He laughed out of nervousness.

“You think this is funnypunto?” MiaBella said, and released the safety of her gun.

Ryder put both hands up. “No. I don’t understand what I did—”

“Liar! I can put a hole in you and walk out of this room with no consequence. I should do it.”

“Mia? What’s wrong?”

“I saw it you douchebag! I saw it. The video you made, of me, of us, of this place. You’re a cop!”

“I’m not a cop!”

“Then who the fuck are you!” she shouted and he could see tears brimming in her eyes. MiaBella looked more scared than angry. Her hands shook. He feared she’d pull the trigger by accident if he didn’t confess it all to her and soon.

“Okay, okay. I’m Ryder Santini. Ah, my real name is Giulio Santini. I’m a video vlogger.”

“Cos'è questa buffonata? What is this?” she spat the words at him.

“YouTube. A vlogger! I make YouTube videos.”

She shook her head no that she didn’t understand. What kind of young woman didn’t know about YouTube? It’s like she was from a different planet.

“I came here tonight to expose you. Not you, I mean, but them. That’s what I was recording. I must have left the glasses on. I didn’t mean to record you.”

“Bullshit!”

“It’s the truth Mia. I know what this place is.”

She cocked her head to the side and looked at him curiously. The gun lowered a fraction but could still deliver the death shot.

“You’re the Illuminati. I know you’re into some dark shit here. That’s what’s behind that door you wouldn’t let me into. Probably human slavery and sex trafficking. I came to expose this place.”

“Illuminati?Che cosa?”

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