GUILIA
My mouth tasted acrid, almost the same as it did when I received an injection months ago. I coughed, feeling an acute pain in my lungs. My eyes felt heavy — like something glued them together.“You have to treat her well. I didn't spend five million euros for nothing. Get her ready for tonight,” a voice instructed. It sounded so familiar, but I couldn't rack my brain enough to place the voice.“We will do as you ordered, my Lord,” another voice —feminine—affirmed.I heard footsteps before the bang of the door. I tried to force my eyes open, but the heaviness was still on my lid.It wasn't until I dozed off and woke up for the third time that I finally opened my eyes. I was in a tiny room. There were no windows to tell the time. Aside from a couch not too far from the bed I was sprawled on, there was nothing in the chamber. They painted the walls red, a sharp contrast to the light green tiles used. The huge chandelier, hanging from the roof shed sufficient light to the place.I squinted as I sat up on the bed. Astounding enough, nothing was constraining me to the bed. My eyes immediately went to my clothes, and I let out a breath of relief when I noticed I was still putting on the black shorts and Hawaii shirt.The only things missing were my shoes and purse. I slowly rose from the bed, feeling dizzy the moment my feet stepped on the floor.I took steady steps towards the door, tried the doorknob, and realized it was unlocked. Without a moment of hesitation, I opened the door and tiptoed out. I peered down the illuminated corridor. There was no one around.As quietly as I could, I closed the door and dashed down the hallway, praying not to meet anyone. I ran down the ridiculously lengthy hall until I got to the stairs. I climbed down only to freeze midway when I heard noises. I was in the middle. Running upstairs meant those downstairs would see me. The front door wasn't that far.At the last minute, I made my decision, perceiving how dangerous it was. I bolted for the door as fast as I could. It was a good thing I was barefoot else they would have caught me before I stepped out.I was startled to realize it was daytime. The last time I was awake, it was late at night when I had just left the bar and was captured by those cursed fellows!“Hey!” I heard yells behind me, but I didn't stop. I tugged the door open and ran out.“Stop there!”A gunshot rang out accompanied by screams from the men. I yelled at the pain that passed through me the minute the bullet grazed my left leg. It only stopped me for a moment. The gate wasn't that far. I was determined to get to it, even if I died in the process.Another gunshot. This time I fell flat on the ground. The bullet didn't scratch my body this time. It shot straight to my left thigh.Steadfast, I started crawling towards the gate as their footsteps got nearer. Tears streamed down my face at the pain, yet I wasn't about to let them have the last laugh.The men caught up with me. They placed their hands under my arms and hauled me up.“Let me go!” I tried kicking around with my good leg, ignoring the stinging twinge from the injured one.None of the men uttered a word as they effortlessly dragged me back to the house I just escaped from.“Let me go!” I screamed. “You motherfuckers! I will have your head when I'm released!”Despite my shrieks, none of them said a word as they continued to drag me back to the house.“Let me—”The door I ran out from swiftly opened and the last man I least expected stepped out. Standing by the door was the same pervert from the store, the same man who claimed to help me. He was putting on a blue suit, tailor-made for his body, and a nice compliment to his hair.His eyes enlarged the minute they landed on me. He looked shocked to see me. It was funny how that could be when he just stepped out of the same house I was trying to escape from.“Haven't had your fill, yet?” I sneered at him. “Why can't you just stay on your own? What did I do to warrant this kind of treatment?!”He squinted, looking perplexed by my words.“What? Are you pretending to be dumb?”Another man strode out of the door. He was the same man who tried to hurt me last night. He, too, was putting on a suit—a green one that looked funny on him. His hair still had enough amount of gel on it.“Oh?” He nervously chuckled. “This was the girl I got from the auction yesterday. A virgin, I tell you. The men were vying to have her.”“What?!”It explained why I heard sounds while I was drifting off and on.The pervert's eyes moved to my thighs, which must be soaked with blood. I was losing a lot from the gunshot wound, but that was the least of my concerns. I just wished to escape.“What do you plan to do with her?” He demanded, focusing on the other man, who allegedly 'bought' me.“What else? She's a virgin. What else will I do with her?” He leered at me.“You motherfucker! I will rip your cock off your body! Disgusting piece of shit!” I tried to get the men to let me go, so I could slap the stupid man.“How dare—”“I will buy her.”“What?!” I yelled out together with the man who bought me, both of us shocked out of our senses.“I will buy her from you. Just name your price.”MARKThat was the most awkward situation I'd ever gotten into.I mean, who does she think she is? I got my share of arse and pussy whenever the hell I wanted. And I got them in bulk, too! Why would I need to beat around the bush just for a feel?The people in the store kept throwing me crazy looks even after the lady I helped from splitting her skull on the floor walked out.There was the particular grandma who kept looking away from the carrots to steal a glance at the perv who touched a 'helpless' lady's arse.Pathetic!I gritted my teeth as I walked to the end of the shelf and snatched three chocolate bars.When I turned back, too many eyes were on me. The little patience I had left flew out of the window."What the fuck you imps lookin' at?!!!" I yelled. It got the desired effect. Seconds later, the store was back to normal. I went around the shelves, fuming and picking things that were not even necessary. On second thought, I grabbed a loaf of garlic bread and some apple juice f
MARK"Fuck..." I muttered under my breath. She was on her feet, hot and ready to throw fists. So feisty! "Why am I here?" I growled.She screamed something at Eric. I could hear her. It wasn't surprising to see her getting in fights with men after all she did in the store. She suddenly crouched, ready, poised to strike like a deadly viper. My control snapped. "What the hell is going on here?!" I yelled. Everybody turned to me. When our eyes locked and she scoffed, I knew what was running through her head...*~*~*~*~*~*WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK??!I furrowed my brows as I stared out of my balcony. That lady got on my nerves every fucking time we stumbled into each other! And of course, she wasn't going to agree that the unforeseen coincidence wasn't planned.She had made another show in the club, screaming with visuals of how I, in her words, "grabbed her arse."That sounded so funny... and fucking annoying. I had ladies who were ready to let me fuck them from dusk till dawn for free.
MARK"What the fuck?!" she screamed like a wounded animal. Well, she was wounded, and her thrashing around was making her bleed more. "What the hell do I look like?! A fucking item on a store's shelf?!"I swear, June was never this feisty. I always concluded that June was the most troublesome and spirited person I would come across in my lifetime, but... how wrong I was.This redhead was nothing but pure trouble. And while it annoyed me, there was a small part of me (a very small part) that wanted to calm her down and hear what she had to say.But doing that, especially now, was just... impossible. Eric or his perverted men would never see me succumb to a woman."Name your price," I said to Eric while sizing the redhead up. She would be of no use in my house, and that was what confused me the most. If she would be useless, then why the hell did I want her?!"You fucking psycho!" she spat from the distance. I could see coals in her irises, blazing-hot red coals that amazed me. "Just wa
GIULIA“Fuck,” I groaned.Everywhere was quiet when I woke up. I expected to find myself in a torture chamber or someplace close enough, but that wasn't the case. The magnificent chandelier that hung on the ceiling, the subtle light infiltrating from the window on my right and the pleasant scent of Jasmine gave the room a homey ambience.My head hurt, but not as bad as it did when I awakened…Wait a damned minute! I swiftly sat up on the bed, only to recoil at the searing pain in my head. It felt like my skull was about to be split in two.I placed my right hand on my forehead and tightened my eyes to stop the pain. Had I known this would happen, I wouldn't have risen as fast as I did. “Fucking hell!”“Are you okay?” A voice inquired from the doorway.At the sound of the familiar voice, I removed the palm on my forehead and turned towards the pervert standing by the door.“You?!” I pointed at him, scrunching my nose in detest. “What are you doing here?!”“This is my house,” he respon
GIULIAThe Lord of the underworld?To claim it shocked me would be an understatement of the century. I was thunderstruck. Who would have guessed that the man I had a run-in with was a Mafia Lord?A knock came on my door not too long after the blabbing housemaid left. I didn't bother looking at the door because I perceived it would be the maid, since she promised to return.The housemaid didn't say a word for close to a minute. There was a conspicuous silence between us before I sighed. “What did you bring for me?” I turned to face her, only to freeze when I discovered who it was.The pervert stood with his back to the door and his arms folded. It had only been a week since I last saw him, but he had changed immensely. He looked colder compared to the last time, and his eyes were bloodshot. His hair seemed to have gotten longer and his scar more pronounced. The black shirt he was putting on had four buttons undone.I sat up on the bed, eyes focused on him. Somehow, knowing how dangerou
MARK"... YOU ARE STUCK WITH ME..."Huh?!I quirked my brows at her. "Excuse me?" I said after some seconds of thinking and concluding that she wasn't kidding. "What is that supposed to mean?"Now, she seemed to realize what her words implied, but she did nothing to explain herself or say when she was going to leave."I am not going anywhere until I pay my debt," she repeated stubbornly. "We are stuck together."Did I make a mistake buying her from Eric?? I had always been called stubborn—especially by my dad—but I wasn't prepared for this level of stubbornness.Giulia was a walking mass of trouble and madness. Mother Mary, help me, she was already taking my mind on my troubling day. "Giulia, you need to leave ASAP.""Oh, you called me by my name," she smirked. "That's a first.""I called your name before tossing you the ID," I replied with a scoff. "You were not addressing me. You were simply trying to rub my age in my face.""Are we seriously arguing about this?!" I exhaled, turn
MARK... to control humans, you need to be in control...The message came back to memory after breakfast. My uncle, Diamelo, who was the founder of the empire, always rang it in my ears like a reminder whenever I had issues with any of the men."Humans are like an excited dog," he would say. "A leash is all you need to keep them in place."And as much as I hate to admit it, the leash had either gone slack or had snapped.Either way, it wasn't a good thing.I had to remind them who ran the fucking empire. They needed a reminder of the ruler of Madrid.Even the police couldn't do anything if I wanted to fish out all my goons and raid the city. The entire police force dreaded me, anyway. It was worse that none of them had anything of evidence against me.Reliable witnesses were always taken care of by Kenzo."I'm ready..." Kenzo called from the doorway. I nodded at him in satisfaction after seeing him in cargo pants and a large cardigan—a fit that easily concealed guns."I'm ready too,"
GUILIAI couldn't tell how it started. It could have been because of the day I almost fell down the stairs but was caught by the same guy I called a pervert. Or it could be the time he helped me reach up the shelves because I was unable to reach it. Many things transpired between us, so much that it made me fall for the same man I once loathed. I couldn't even contain my emotions whenever he was next to me. I was always smiling like a moron. It was my first time being in love, you can't fault me for that. I thought I wasn't mapped out for such feelings until I got to spend time with him. All the maids feared him, though they admired him from afar. I was the only one who wished to be next to him. Call me an idiot, and I will answer. That was what I was, a stooge for falling for the mafia lord. I knew how dangerous his profession was when I chanced in on Kenzo torturing a man. Yet, it didn't change my mind. “Giulia?” the chief maid called out, startling me from my thoughts. I snapp