EMILYI stood there shaking, my back pressed against the cold wall of Matteo’s office. His eyes were full of rage – the kind of rage that could burn down an entire building. I’d seen him angry before, but not like this. This was different. This was deadly.He stepped closer. His breath hit my face, warm and bitter. His hand moved to his side, and my heart stopped when I saw him pull out his gun.“Matteo… please…” I said, almost like a yell. It was now I realized why people get terrified when a gun is being pointed to their face. The fear that comes with it wasn't a mere feeling."Please..." I begged, but he didn’t answer. His grip on the gun was firm. His eyes didn’t blink, he just stared at me like I wasn’t even human anymore.“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” His growled so dangerously that I almost thought I was going to die way sooner before the bullet even got to my weightless skull. “You wanted to play games with me? You wanted to make me look like a fool?”“No! I never–”“Sh
EMILY The next morning came too fast. I hardly slept all night. My mind kept replaying everything that happened at the party — the way Matteo looked at me, the way Victor stared like he was reading my soul, the way those women whispered and laughed. And now, I was here, in this giant house, feeling smaller than ever.I tried to stay out of sight. I cleaned my little space, helped Krystal with a few things, and kept hoping no one would call for me. Maybe if I stayed quiet, Matteo would forget I existed today.But that hope didn’t last long.By afternoon, I was already in the kitchen, sitting down while I watched the chef make fried rice. We were discussing a lot of things, but what I didn't expect was her to raise the topic about Matteo and I."For quite some time now," She started. "I've been hearing rumours and whispers about you and the Master. I've always thought of ways to discuss it with you, but you've been busy on your duty. Since you are here, I think it's the perfect time to
KENT I didn’t know how many days had passed since they threw me down here. Time felt strange in this place. There was no sunlight, no sound except for the dripping water and the rats that sometimes ran across the floor.The room — no, the cell — was cold, damp, and smelled of metal and dirt. My hands were sore from trying to pull the chains off the wall. My throat burned, dry from lack of water and food.And Emily… Emily’s face haunted me. Was she still alive? Were they hurting her? Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. And it kept me breathing.A noise broke the silence. The sound of keys turning in the lock, my head shot up. The heavy door creaked open, and light from a small torch fell across the floor.It was her again — the young woman who brought food. She didn’t say much. Just came, dropped the plate, and left. But today, she leaned by the door longer than usual.“Micheala,” I said in a rough and weak voice. I didn't need anyone to tell me who exactly she was. I remembered h
EMILY I couldn't breathe too comfortably anymore. Not because I was with Romenetti as an acting girlfriend, but the fact that the environment wasn't the kind I was used to. Romenetti was doing so well to keep up with the act, like we were actual lovers.His friend on the other hand, has been silently watching me ever since, like we've known from somewhere or something. As much as I didn't want him to feel too comfortable staring at me that way, I couldn't get myself to look at Romenetti.Even though he noticed how Victor was staring, he didn't seem to care a bit. I made it obvious that I wasn't comfortable here anymore. Rather than finding a better solution, Matteo Romenetti grabbed my hand to a corner, staring at me with this look that gave me the death vibes.“What's wrong with you?” He asked. “I don't feel comfortable here anymore,” I explained. “Why?” he queried. “Met someone you know?”“If I did, I would have raised an alarm already. I just don't like this place, that's all.”
MATTEO Seeing her face was like a slap to my face. I had mentally concluded she was completely out of reach. I hated the fact that I couldn't do way more than I already have to her. I hated that she was the only person that made me feel less aggressive to my prey.She was different, and I didn't know why.As if that wasn't enough, she was ready to offer herself as my sex slave? At first it felt stupid, but then… I found myself replaying those events over and over in my head.“What… did you just say?”“Let me be your slave instead.” She repeated, slightly trembling. “No, the other one.”She hesitated.“Say it,” I demanded.“Let… me be… your sex slave.”If I really wanted to use her, I would have done that a long time ago without seeking her permission. I wasn't like other Mafia who think jumping from one lady or the other was what makes them what they are.I have girls, ladies, women, both single and married who are dying to have me on their bed, but no, I wasn't into that. At least
EMILY I thought everything was over. In fact, I thought the incident of yesterday was dead, little did I know nothing dies off to someone like Matteo Romenetti. Two men aggressively walked into the room I laid, forcefully dragging me to my feet. If I had thought the sharp pain at my back was gone, they just brought it to life.I winced, but didn't shout.Initially, I thought I'd first be dragged to Matteo's office or room, or something. But the moment I found myself out of the mansion, I knew that monster had ordered my death sentence."Where are you taking me to?!" I screamed. "Where are you taking me to?!" But none of them said a word to me.A van was waiting outside, and so were the men who were dragging me. Just as we got to the van, I screamed a big “wait!”. They stopped, and looked at me, as if I had interrupted the most important moment of their lives.“Please, don't take me to him.” I pleaded.“Shut up!” One of the men yelled. “If you really love your precious life, then you