Nadia's POV
I groaned loudly when I heard the stupid alarm go off. With my eyes still shut tight, I googled my brain for some sort of reason why an alarm clock is pissing me off early in the morning, I can't seem to remember owning an alarm clock.
You are not home Nadia
Oh, snap!
I slowly opened my eyes, thankful for the fact that I wasn't killed in my sleep, as scenes from the previous day flooded through my mind.
My feet were still partially bruised and aching badly from the stupid heels I wore yesterday.
I waited for loud noises of hungry men, or hasty movements of maids, but I heard nothing. Instead, there was this serene calmness everywhere.
This was a big relief, in my ten years of staying and training with the Russian mafias, I can't seem to remember waking up to a noiseless house.
I blinked my eyes repeatedly and took in breaths just to calm myself while I tried meditating on the reason I was in enemy territory.
The mission is simple: kill the Ghost.
How am I suppose to kill a dangerous mafia Lord with little or no weapon, and been surrounded with over eighty well-skilled men in the act of killing?
Unless of course, I decide to seduce the man in the mask, since he is making me his whore.
And seduction is something I have zero knowledge of.
The odds are not in my favor.
The grumbling of my stomach reminded me of the need to try and eat something before I starve to death.
Mr evil-looking man had said something about me not roaming around, not that his stupid rules will deter my badass side, but as it stands I am only a whore.
Knock! knock! knock!
The sudden sound from the door jolted me out of my thoughts and within seconds, the door flanked opened and Scarlet worked in casually.
“Good morning your highness, you want your breakfast in bed?” She said sarcastically with a little bit of drama. She looked so much better with little or no makeup.
“Good morning Scarlet," I said with a smile, somehow I was glad she was here.
“I didn't see you in the kitchen, so viz told me where to find you, how can you still be sleeping when it's past ten in the morning," she said looking around my room.
“Viz, who is viz?” I asked, wondering who the hell that is.
I am very sure I didn't meet anyone last night aside from the bodyguard and the evil-looking man
“Oh, so the dumb shit didn't introduce himself to you, I mean the guy that introduced us last night,” she asked with a little chuckle.
Oh yeah, the evil-looking man has a name.
“Yeah, I remember him, he must have forgotten to do so,” I said, unbelieving the fact that I am defending his ugly ass.
“Let's go to the kitchen, I'm starving,” she said with a little bit of groan.
Now that is the best word anyone has said to me since I came here. I got out of bed quickly and off we went.
As we walking, I was behind her and noticed how effortlessly she swayed her ass in different directions.
If I'm ever going to get the Ghost's attention, I should start learning to be a proper girl. I tried imitating her movement pattern and stopped when I saw one or two persons giving me the awkward look.
We finally got to the kitchen, and it felt like all the noise in the world was specifically kept here. The sound of men talking aloud, spoon hitting the plates, burps, and whispering filled the air.
I could feel different sets of eyes on me, as we walked in. We got to where the food was been served and scarlet gave the chef a knowing smile and a Hi-five.
The chef is a beautiful young lady, probably in her late twenties, she smiled at me while turning to scarlet.
“chi è la Nuova ragazza?” She said, directing her attention to scarlet while giving me the side looks. I pretended not to understand what she just asked as I took my eyes around the kitchen while having my ears fixed in their discussion. (Who is the new girl?)
“lei è mia Amica” I heard a scarlet reply to her. I unconsciously turned my face to her, good thing she didn't notice as she was busy checking out what the chef was making (she is my friend)
I have never really had anyone call me their friend.
Back in my childhood days, I never went to school, my mum was homeschooling me, and on very rare occasions, do I get to play with our neighbor's children.
That's why I was the happiest when my little brother was born, it felt so nice to finally have someone to call my own, play with and have lots of fun with.
It was a nice feeling.
Till those hoodlums came to snatch away my happiness. I felt a different type of rage that instant, knowing I was in the same environment with the monster that ordered the killing of an entire family, not leaving a suckling baby out of his wrath.
“prenditi cura di Essere la mia puttana state,” a voice behind me said, as his hand brushes over my skin opened at the back.
(Care to be my whore tonight?)I was irritated and felt very angry with his indecent touch and choice of words. On a normal day, a punch from me will fix his fat jaws, and a twisting of his fingers will teach him to keep his hands to himself next time.
“toggle le Tue Sporcle m**i di Rosso in Questo secondo,” a familiar voice said behind me, as everywhere seem to be suddenly quiet. (Take your filthy hands off her this second)
The once market-like scenario suddenly went as quiet as the graveyard.
I turned to see Lucas or should I say my bodyguard, walking with such grace and attitude as of a god. Instantly I saw what Whitney Houston saw in Kevin Costner in the movie Bodyguard.
Who clicked slow motion in the remote control?
I could see fear, dread, and respect in the eyes of the other men present. The jerk that almost got me pissed off, seems to have suddenly disappeared and scarlet had her face down the entire time.
He must be very powerful for him to command such aura around him.
“What are you doing here?” he asked with what I assume to be a bit of controlled rage, as he got closer to where I stood.
“We came here to get our breakfast,” I said, staring at him in his face and noticing how well sculptured he looked.
He has a face for TV.
“We?” he asked his eyes intense and daring. I looked over his shoulder to see Scarlet almost fidgeting and I instantly regretted my choice of words.
“la prossima volta, portale da mangiare in camera sua,” he said to Scarlet not sparing her a glance. ( next time, take her food to her room)
“Let's go back to your room," he said while pulling me unwilling across the hall.
Fuck!
His grip was so fucking tight, and I did little or nothing to stop him. I liked it, as I felt safe with him.
Who wouldn't want a gorgeous, Greek god gene, a breathtaking bodyguard with an amazing scent that tingles one's fancy pulling them back to the room without eating breakfast?
“Oh wait, I am yet to eat and I am really hungry,” I said in a voice I never knew I had, it sounded foreign to my ears.
It was almost sexy I think.
It must have sent my message clear to him, as he groans and stops in front of my door to look at me.
“They will bring you food in your room,” he said, pushing the door open and taking me in with him.
“I don't want you out there around those men unprotected, if you must go out, I must be informed," he said as soon as we got in.
“Why? Am I in some sort of prison?” I asked getting tired of his endless rules.
He may be sexy and all, but he ain't my boss.
“Bella Ragazzi, my job is to protect you, if I see any man near you henceforth, I will kill him and the death will be on you,” he said, in a rich Italian baritone while taking steady strands towards me.
He stopped a few inches from me. I could feel the heat radiating from my body mixed with his manly scent. I felt my body shiver a bit as he bends down his head to whisper to my ears as if we weren't alone in the room.
“Your body, your heart, your soul belong only to the boss alone, and he hates to share his belongings, know this and know peace,” he said, in a calm yet threatening tune.
Awkwardly I found myself liking his threats as his breath tickled my ears, I could feel my pussy twitching and licking a pool already, and a new kind of feeling enveloped my entire body.
I stood speechless.
I found myself lost and developed by his aura as I stare deep into his bright grey eyes. He smirked at me, After which he walked out of the room, leaving his amazing cologne behind.
Lorenzo's POV I walked towards my office trying to control the rage that was flooding through my veins. I was in the middle of something when Viz told me that Nadia was not in her room. I had told him to go find her, but later changed my mind and went in search of her myself. I almost lost it when I saw one of my men flirting with her, touching her, and inhaling her scent as I walked in. It was hard not being able to fist my hand into a tight bow as I moved closer to them. I had to restrain myself from actually punching him, till he has all his teeth shattered in his blood-dripping mouth right there. I can't believe a bloody Russian bitch is making me want to beat up one of my men. She drives me nuts without having to do anything. And I fucking hate that. As I got closer to my office room, which happens to be a standard plain room
Vicenzo's POV I pulled her hand across the house while also ensuring that my grip on her isn't too tight, so she doesn't get hurt. I could feel her reluctance in following me but she dares not take her hand away from mine. I will never forgive myself should anything happen to her, as she is the only piece of sanity I have left in my fucking black wretched soul. She is too trusting and thinks everyone has a kind and open heart like hers. Only if she knows what her new best friend was capable of. “Where are we going to,” she asked after I took her out of the main building and we were headed for the woods. Her voice was laced with lots of heavy breathing as she had to take faster steps to measure up my long strands. I stopped after some time so she can catch her breath. I can't believe he is asking scarlet to become a spy to a well-trained mafia widow. “Let's go,” I said, after some seconds walking way ahead of
Nadia's POV It's been over four hours since scarlet left, and I have been all by myself. Saying I was bored will be a fucking understatement. It won't be such a bad idea to take a walk around the house, www If for nothing sake, but to exercise my legs and possibly fish out anything I can get on Ghost. Scarlet sounded like she knew the person behind the mask earlier, hopefully, she can tell who it is when she comes back from wherever Vicenzo took her to. But before then, I should do my findings and if I get caught, hopefully not. I will have to think of ways to get myself out I came out of my room and noticed that everywhere was empty and very quiet. I started touring past the various rooms, some of which were slightly opened and others closed. I stopped unconsciously at a door numbered thirteen and lingered a while. I wondered who will be living in
Nadia's POV I don't know how scarlet managed to get me to agree to go with her on this shopping shit, but here I am seated glued to a spot in one of the world's most luxurious cars. Aside from the fact that I currently own a zero dollar to my name, I have been saddled with the unpleasant reality of been in the same car with the dude I almost crashed his dick a few hours earlier. Scarlet and Vicenzo are in a separate car behind us. If someone had given me a headstart about the seating arrangement, I would have outrightly refused to go on this trip. I can feel his eyes poking my skin behind those thick dark sunglasses he is putting on. I had earlier unconsciously stopped in my trackswhen I saw him walking out of the mansion to join us in the car. I have never seen anyone look so damn good in an all-black suit, that seems to perfectly fit his body and not in any way hiding his well-toned abs. The dude is too cute for h
Lorenzo's POV The ride back from the shopping mall was hell, I thought hurting her would make me feel better after what she did to me, but it made me feel worst. I feel as if I did something terrible. This is not the first time I will be getting a blow job from one of those girls at the shop, but I feel this might be the last. As soon as the driver got into the garage, Nadia stormed out of the car. I was about to go after her when Vicenzo stopped me and told me of an ongoing robbery taking place in one of my warehouses. We quickly got into one of the cars that had Enough ammunition and zoomed off. Throughout our ride to the warehouse, my mind kept replaying the moment Nadia walked into the private dressing room to see what she was not supposed to. I liked it when she called my house home, but just how far can these feelings I think
Three hours earlier Nadia's POV I was pissed and angry at myself when I got back to my room. I should never have agreed to go with scarlet. I tried to take in quick breaths to help me calm down, but I was still freaking furious. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why do I bother myself with what he does? He is an attractive young man, I'm sure he has a thousand and one girls that are more than willing to throw themselves at him. I lay frustratingly on my bed thinking of what to do to help keep my mind from its unnecessary misery.
Vicenzo's POV I fucking hate the fact that Lorenzo had asked me to be the one, to carry the Russian bitch back to her room. He could have sent any of the other guys around, or better still carried her himself but no, he had to send me. “Let me down,I will fucking kill you” she said, while hitting me with her both hands on my back continuously. I was so fucking angry and tired due to her continuous struggling with me. I felt like hitting her or dropping her drunken ass on the floor at some point, but I had to follow Lorenzo's order to the very last. I finally got to her room after what seem like an eternity later, I drop her on her bed and was about walking off her room when she unexpectedly bounced on me. My reflexes kicked in too late as I fell to the floor with her body on me, throwing hard fisted punches on me. “You are a murderer, you killed my entire family monster ” she kept saying as trails of t
Nadia's POV My eyes peeled open slowly while my head banged like I was been hit by a heavy metal countlessly on it. I looked around to see that I was in a different room. The room was a modest one painted in white. I can't seem to remember how I got here. The last thing I remember was telling scarlet how I wanted to try stripping and pole dancing. I sprang up from the bed suddenly as thoughts of what might have happened to her flashed through my mind. My head felt light while I looked around the room. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror that was nicely placed next to the bed. My makeup was smeared, my hair messed up, I look nothing short of a crazy drug addict. The tiny garment I had had on could barely cover my sensitive parts. I will be damned if I showed this out in front of everyone. Just then, I heard a movement from the other room or so I thought, I quickly went back to the bed and had the duvet wrapped aroun