"What happened?," I asked no one in particular rubbing my eyes as I woke up. I was in my bed quite alright but once again I couldn't recall what happened the previous night. The curtains were still open indicating that I must have come in drunk. I never forget to close them whenever I was in the right frame of mind. "Since when did I develop short-term memory?" I asked myself getting up in bed. After about two minutes, the incidents of last night came back to me. I was with Luciano. "Get on your knees," I shrieked in shame as I remembered Luciano's words to me. This time, he didn't touch me. He put a collar around my neck and made me sit like a dog. "Ugh," I sighed, disgusted with myself. Luciano was beginning to invade my self-respect and I foolishly let him. I felt so worthless and irritated. Thinking about the day's events, that man acted very creepily. There was something about the way he stared at me, it was wrong. I felt objectified.
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
"Oh fuck," I muttered under my breath clenching my fist. I was starting to get angry. I began to rub my palms gently trying to calm myself down when I noticed Gio looking at me. "Gio, leave the room," I ordered him. I didn't want him to see me this way, it would only strengthen his idea that I killed his sister. The problem was he wasn't moving, he stood still on the spot and I shot him a sharp stare pointing at the door with my head. "I'm sorry but I can't bear to lose any more people," he replied me calmly with his hands in his pockets. Just as I expected. "We need to talk about some things privately Gio, that's all. No one's killing anybody," I told him faking a burst of laughter in a bid to hide the anger in my voice. "It's just business, it's all about business boy," Dee added backing me up. For the first time in his life, he was reasonable. "I'm sixteen already, I'm no longer a child, what business is that and why can't I be a part of the discussion?" Gio asked looking
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
Before i left, i decided to be a bit extra. One thing i learned from my late Alita is to strave a peeson in chains with water. The last time i did it, i saw the effect it has on her so...why not try again? "Hand me the water," I ordered and immediately a guard placed a cup of water in my hand. "You can drink this if you get thirsty," I told her with a huge smirk on my face as I placed the water on the stool, far away from her reach. "You seem to underestimate me," she spoke up just as I was about to leave. This statement upset me deeply but I decided to just let it slide. "Let's hope you're able to keep your head, goodbye," I replied walking out of the room. "Lock the door and bring the key to my office," I instructed the guard stationed at the door. I would personally make sure no one had access to her for those two days and she would starve. As much as I liked her, I couldn't let such insult pass, it would be a huge dent to my image and per
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
"Stop it, stop it!" I woke up with a start, feeling like someone was pulling me towards something or somewhere. I screamed in confusion and fear, trying to make sense of my surroundings. "I can't be hallucinating, can I?" I asked myself inwardly feeling very confused. Someone was definitely tugging at me, tapping me to wake up and now that I'm awake, there's no one here, it's just me. I might as well be losing my mind. I tried getting up but I met with immense pain. Damn! My back hurt like I got hit by. A wrecked truck. I groaned out as the heavy hold of the chains dragged me back into a kneeling position. I was still in the room, hungry and chained to a spot. "The cup is not broken?," I questioned rhetorically staring at the centre of the room in disbelief. The cup was sitting right there looking me in the very eyes, full of water and not in the slightest way cracked. Nah! Nah! I saw it. No, i didnt. But i heard ir broke. Those r
It didn't take long before I heard the door open. First from his annoying shoes to his long legs. The samw way he was slow the first day i saw him. If inly i had just left wity the 500 usd, my life would have been better. But damn! Why the heck was he so slow? At that moment, I wanted to pull my hands off the chains and bite him. "I can't breath" I muttered. The smile on Luciano's face when he saw me that vulnerable made me scared. I knew how he break people, I just can't go past the first day, I can't suffer for anything when I know I somehow belong to him. "I am ssss-" Damn! I couldn't even get myself to say sorry when Iknow I didn't do anything wrong. "Don't leave me here, I beg you" I cried. Yes, I did. The fact is that my stomach hurts, and my bladder seems so bloated that it would burst anytime soon. At that point, I was ready to admit anything even the one i didnt do. Looking up at his blank face, i sniffed. "I am so