For no reason, Luciano had been staring at me all day. I don't know if it was because of my bandaged head, or the scared smile on my face as I tried not to drink from the cup he gave me. It's been two days, two good days in this fake room with him and I could not wait to get better. I can't wait to have this bandage off my head and maybe get back to the pole or college. Frankly, I was beginning to miss that pole. Seating on the bed and watching him as he washed me, that mute doctor came in with pills and a glass of water. She kept it beside me and left without saying a word. Well, the fourth time I had done it, I ignored her. I knew I was okay. "Fuck off" Yeah, I told her to fuck off to her face. The look she gave me seemed like she would poison me so why would I risk it? "Take it, ..." Luciano said. There was hesitation in his voice as If he does not know what to call me. That was weird, very weird. This psychopath had everyt

Can Luciano be this heartless? I just settled my college stuff and hopefully, I would resume lectures in two days time only for him to tell me that I have a client today evening. The previous client I had was him and I don't know why I felt like I really wanted to see this new client. I get like I owe him since he paid for my college fee. I can't continue to be an ungrateful person but feeding? That's hella much. When I was staying alone, I could not get to feed twice but here, Luciano made sure I did feed thrice. I didn't try to act shocked or happy like the other girls, I just wore my undies, Pullover, and heels. Stefan seem to take it as a responsibility to deliver me to my client in one of the Black rooms in Luciano's club and I could not help but felt safe around him. Whenever he would take me somewhere to bring me anything, he made sure to be gentle. Should I be such a jerk and fall in love with him? Nah! We can't die here. I was taken to a diffe

LUCIANO'S POV I imagined my wife setting my tie, or fixing my hair and buttons. For a few moments, I forgot that I was a mafia and that these lives I was thinking about can't be part of me. Standing in front of the mirror, I leathered my fingers into my hair in an attempt to fix it. Everyone knows I can do that. Also, everyone knew better than to walk into my room without knocking. Too bad, Gio never listened and for some reason, I loved it. I loved to see his sister's character through him. "Hello, Papa" "I am not against you sending gifts to her, Gio," Luciano said as he made a 180 turn as if he could not wait for this moment. His bored expression homed on Gio as the child tried to fumble with his reasons but yet didn't say anything. "A red dress, Gio, A red dress" Luciano moves his palms in front of him as if drawing the dress "That was for your sister and.." "And my sister hasn't seen it for 4 years, Father" Gio interrupted calm

While getting. Ready to see the girls, I felt indifferent. I was worried about so many things especially about Amara. Frankly, I could not stop myself from thinking about her daily and it was getting. Frustrating. I was worried if Amara wasn't supposed to be there and at the same time, I wanted her out of my mind . "Fucking beautiful bitch" i muttered as i frowned. The elevator seem better ever as it had followed my mind for the first time. Moving so slow or rather not moving at all. I ignored some of the girls yhat were trying to make me look at them. If i wanted to have sex, i would go out, meet a random and do what i want. Getting to a single room, I met with olga, the leader of the girls. She does all the grooming, fixing, breaking, and selecting. Sometimes I wonder if she had any idea that she is a woman and consider treating her fellow female well. Olga is an elderly woman. Maybe in her 60s and she smoked a lot. She had lots of make up and I won't lie that I haven't seen her

AMARA'S POV Instead of me to be worried or scared, I preferred to be in this ceil than the one in the USA. I bet since Italy seems to be his home, he would make the place clean. While I was kept in a kneeling position and chains, all I could not stop looking at was the camera in front of me. It was located at the tip of the room as if watching over me with red evil eyes. Damn it! I had no idea how long I would be here. The only faint yellow light in the room made me notice the cup of water still in front of me even more I had no idea how to panic. A pang of nostalgic feeling hit me, making me realize how long I was kept in that dark. "oh snap!" My stomach grumbled, it was as if it suddenly realized that I haven't eaten for two whole days. Frankly, I don't see how I would have sex with girls that derive joy in bullying me. Aside from that, this operation is all creepy. Why would they even take some girls aside and want to stress the shit ou