Chapter 3

• Alessia
• …..
• Three days had passed while still in the mafia captive. It meant that my parents couldn’t get me out. Therefore, I had to save myself.
• Finally, someone took me out of the room where I had been locked for three days. A man told me that the Don wanted to see me, so he took me into an office.
• Waiting in the office for Don to show up, a door clicked, and I instinctively turned around. I expected Lazzas face, but a grinning man walked in. Someone must have lied to him that his smile looked appealing. I couldn’t help but cringe as I stepped back again.
• “Well, well, well. Look what we have here,” his voice filled the office. He closed the door and made his way to me with his hands shoved in his sweatpants pockets. I disliked his smile. “Fuck, she is a gold.” He cussed, then ran his fingers through his hair. “I’m Romeo. You must be worth a fortune.” I did not move when he closed the distance between us.
• He placed his hands on my shoulders, and that irked me. I gazed down at his hands before tipping my face to him. “Didn’t your mother teach you manners?”
• His smile faded. “Well, may she rest in peace, but did you have to insult me?”
• “Care to get your hands off me?” I shrugged him off, annoyed by his presence already.
• “You are the bold one. I like it.” He chuckled, eyeing me from head to toe. “How much did they buy you for? You must be worth a fortune to be bought while we have a ton of bitches waiting to be sold.”
• His comment left me stunned. I knew the nature of the mafia businesses but never imagined it could reach that extent. “You don’t know me,” I asserted, hoping that I was right.
• “Wait,” He raised an amused brow. “They didn’t explain to you the reason for being here?”
• Walking to the table, he leaned against it, hands slipped under his chest. “That’s sad.” “You have the wrong person.” I couldn’t let his words affect me.
• That seemed to amuse him. He chuckled. “It’s been a month since I heard they found a fortune girl who they only needed to snatch. And here we are. Wow, my brother is one of a kind, don’t you think so?”
• I swallowed hard, trying not to take my thoughts to his side of his words. They only caught me in Marco’s place, and that’s all. Then, the bloodshed of the chef flashed before my eyes. It had been my nightmare.
• “I suppose your brother is as much of an asshole as you are.” I spat, and the smile on his face faded.
• “Asshole?” He raised a questioning eyebrow. “Do you have any idea who you are insulting here?”
• “Do I care?” I shot back. I saw how his eyes twitched. He harboured a monster within him. “Why am I here? Maybe you’ll be different if you tell me what you want from me.”
• Exhaling, he stood up and approached me again. “You know, it’s nice to meet you.” He towered over me. “You are the first to misbehave and I like your type. Wait until the Don releases you to the other goddamn whores. I will definitely shut this shitty mouth!” He declared, delivering his insult straight to my face.
• I tightened the grip on my dress, struggling to contain my anger. The more I stared at his cocky smile, the more it stirred me.
• “I love sluts like you. I shut them up in bed.”
• With that, my hand flew to his cheek, planting a resounding slap. That did not satisfy me, but I restrained myself when the door squeaked open. Lazza stepped in.
• His icy stare shifted from the dick-ass beside me and back to me. I wondered what he saw and if he knew Romeo deserved the slap.
• “Well, wow.” Romeo chuckled. “Isn’t it amazing that a filthy whore can slap me?” He walked towards Lazza, whose gaze remained fixed on mine. “I would like to have her and teach her some manners.”
• Oh, I could have slapped him again.
• “Leave us.” Lazza walked in, leaving the door open for Romeo to exit.
• “I will see you soon, slut.” The moron sneered at me before leaving. It felt good that I slapped him.
• “Who gave you the right to speak back to anyone here?” the Don asked while walking towards me.
• “He insulted me.” I defended myself. “He called me a whore.”
• “And so?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
• “I am not a whore.” Refraining from shedding a single tear, I suppressed the lump in my throat. I only needed answers to why I was in his hands. “Why am I here?”
• I refused to agree that it had come to this, that because my father knew Marco, I had to endure all this. I couldn’t endure another day away from home. I could bear listening to my parents fight rather than live this life. An exhale fled as I nodded.
• “This is what you will do,” He poured a drink and took a sip. “You will be what I want you to be. You’ll pay a great price, until I get what I want, you remain to be my property here. Am I communicating?”
• “No.” I shook my head. “I won’t pay anything I didn’t do–”
• “Incase you forgot, you and your family, including your boyfriend, are my enemies. You do what I
• do.”
• “What if I don’t?” I fumed.
• That got a nerve in him. His eyes darkened. I could have stepped away, but was I not doing it to make him feel what he made me feel? Why did he look like he could snatch a gun and shoot me then?
• He suddenly erased the space between us and gripped me by my throat. His wrath was visible on his face as he roughly pushed me behind. My back collided with the wooden table so hard that my skin ached.
• Sinking my nails into his masculine hand, I attempted to yank him off. The more I did it, the tighter his grip became.
• “Say that again!” He growled. His weight overpowered me, and I arched my back. “Do it!”
• I shook my head. My lungs were collapsing as I suffocated. Seeing him kill a lady could have been enough to know him, but why didn’t he kill me as well?
• “I will decide your fate, woman. You are my fucking property!” He declared, releasing my throat and pushing me such that I banged my head on the table.
• Gasping for breath, I wrapped my hands around my assaulted throat. Panting loudly to regain myself again. I had seen death, but never in my life had I thought breathing could be something
• to relish.
• “Get out!” He ordered. Soon, the room filled with the scent of cigarettes. “Get the fuck out!”