"Please... Stop!"
"Leave me alone!" Arabella jolted awake, her voice quivering with fear and panic.
She let out a piercing scream, gasping for breath, and clutched her throat as sweat dripped down her face. Frantically, she groped for the bedside lamp switch, accidentally knocking something off the nightstand. With the room bathed in light, her eyes widened, and she huddled on the bed, rocking back and forth.
It had returned.
The nightmare had returned, its haunting grip as strong as ever. Despite her best efforts to suppress the memories of that dreadful night, they surged back with even greater intensity. For the past two years, she had believed it to be behind her, only to have it resurface today.
After each occurrence of the nightmare, she found herself pondering the same question about her father's involvement in the crime. It was a relentless query that echoed in her mind, but one for which she could never unearth answers.
Arabella grimaced and raked a hand through her disheveled hair. She descended from the bed, moving towards the window. Sleep had completely fled her, replaced by an overwhelming flood of fear, pain, and grief that now seemed to be her constant companions.
She tugged at her hair, fighting against the urge to scream, forcing her turbulent emotions under control. But the tears, they couldn't be contained. Her vision blurred as she sniffled, the first tear tracing a path down her pallid cheek. She bit down on her quivering lower lip, her thoughts consumed by the jumbled mess her life had become.
Ever since the incident six years ago, she had been living as though she were a fugitive, relentlessly pursued. She wasn't a criminal, but she was acutely aware that if he found her, he would fulfill the chilling promise he had made to her father that dreadful night.
Arabella acknowledged her father's wisdom in his warning. No matter where she sought refuge, he always managed to locate her. Each narrow escape was a testament to sheer luck. Yet, she couldn't help but wonder how much longer her luck would hold.
A shudder coursed through her as she contemplated the terrifying prospect of him finally tracking her down. She had severed ties with friends and family, leaving her utterly alone. There would be no one to search for her, no one to miss her if she vanished. Even her colleagues at work were distant acquaintances at best.
Arabella was a loner, a fact well-known to those around her. After all, she had been working at Peace Blossom Plaza for only three months—far too short a time to establish any meaningful friendships.
"Seriously," Arabella muttered with a bitter laugh, her lips twisting into a wry smile. She brushed her cheeks with her palm, trying to wipe away the tears, then directed her gaze at the ceiling. It appeared as though it might collapse at any moment. With a heavy sigh, she shifted her focus to the window.
But how could she even entertain the idea of friendship when she was perpetually on the move? With her transient lifestyle, settling down in one neighborhood was a luxury she couldn't afford.
She was only twenty years old, yet on the run. Arabella's mind involuntarily returned to the night her father was brutally murdered. The image of Allesandro De Luca shooting her father was seared into her memory. The blood, the pain etched on her father's face as he crumpled to the ground—it haunted her every waking moment. She had witnessed it all from her hiding place. She had even seen the face of the monster responsible and wished she could do the same to him.
Tears trickled down her cheeks as she continued to navigate the desolate streets of New York City. The darkness of the night concealed her as she urgently sought the location her father had mentioned before he was killed.
“Papà,” she whispered, her voice trembling with grief.
She closed her eyes, attempting to dispel the image of her father's lifeless body, his skull brutally violated by a bullet. She drew in a shuddering breath and blinked rapidly, trying to clear her vision.
"Sorry," she mumbled as she collided with a passerby.
The person reached out to steady her, but she evaded the offered hand and quickened her pace. Fatigue gnawed at her, and hunger pangs added to her distress. Nevertheless, she couldn't afford to stop, lest they catch up to her.
Ever since she fled her home, she had refrained from looking back, consumed by the fear of being pursued.
Finally, Arabella darted into a dimly lit corner, allowing a sigh to escape her lips. She furrowed her brows, her gaze settling on an old, dilapidated warehouse. She wiped her tear-streaked cheeks with the back of her hand and retrieved a crumpled piece of paper and a set of keys from the back pocket of her torn jeans.
As she squinted at the paper, moonlight came to her aid, rendering the words legible. The lamppost nearby provided little illumination, leaving the surroundings mostly in shadows.
She diverted her gaze from the crumpled paper in her hand and examined the location.
Approaching the metal gate, Arabella selected a key and inserted it into the padlock's hole. With a push, she creaked open the old, rusted gate, taking care to close it behind her as she entered.
Standing near the closed door, her eyes widened. Illumination flooded the warehouse, raising questions about potential occupants. "Hello…" she called out tentatively, but only her own voice reverberated through the space.
Her brows furrowed as she noticed several black bags strewn across a large table in the center of the room. Her heartbeat quickened, and she clenched her hands, drawn almost involuntarily toward the table.
With hands trembling, she unzipped one of the bags. A gasp escaped her lips as a cascade of dollar bills spilled out. She hastily covered her mouth to stifle an impending scream. Retrieving a sheet of paper that had fallen from the bag, her eyes raced over the contents. The realization hit her like a tidal wave.
Her father had been fully aware. He understood he was leaving her in a harsh world, and he had taken steps to alleviate her burden…
Arabella jerked, roused from her reverie by a twinge in her hand. Her narrowed gaze locked onto a woodpecker, its flight breaking her train of thought as it disappeared into the distance.
She shook her head, shifting her attention from the old wall clock to the swaying trees beyond. The knowledge that her father had left her resources did little to soothe her. Instead, it tore at her emotions, tears streaming down her cheeks. The void left by her father's absence was overwhelming. She longed to have him back, to seize the opportunity for one more chance to see him.
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Alessandro De Luca, who often went by the name Sandro within his close circle, tilted his head back, a moan escaping his parted lips.
The woman knelt before him, a provocative grin curving her lips, their corners crinkling suggestively. A teasing flicker of her tongue against the tip of his manhood was followed by its full acceptance into her mouth.
Sandro grunted, his fists tangled in her curly red hair as she worked her magic on him. It didn't take long for him to find his release, and he spilled his load into her mouth. He sighed with satisfaction, but the woman wasn't finished yet. He had paid her to please him for the entire day, and she had only just begun performing fellatio on him.
He groaned as a knock resounded on the door. He wasn't expecting anyone. He had instructed his secretary to cancel all his appointments for the day. He wondered who was about to interrupt the erotic session he was engaged in.
"Come in," Sandro called out, irritation evident as the knocking persisted.
He pushed the woman straddling his lap aside, and raised an eyebrow as one of his security agents strode into the room.
"Would you care to explain the reason for this interruption?" Sandro's voice was icy, his annoyance evident.
"I apologize for the intrusion, Signore, but I've brought you some information," the security agent said, still bowing his head respectfully.
"What is it?" Sandro narrowed his eyes, his tone demanding.
"We've managed to track down the Signorina in the new neighborhood. We've located her current whereabouts."
A grin spread across Sandro's face. "She can run, but she can't hide from me."
"Take the others with you. Ensure that she doesn't escape this time. If you fail, I'll have your heads served to my dogs. Do you understand?" Sandro's threat hung in the air.
Giuseppe trembled with fear, his anxiety evident. He swallowed hard, familiar with Sandro's brutal punishments. He had no desire to become a scapegoat.
"Yes, Signore," Giuseppe stammered before turning to leave the room.
"Wait," Sandro's commanding voice stopped him in his tracks.
"Bring the woman to me alive. I intend to punish her myself."
"Understood, Signore," Giuseppe responded, quickly exiting the room to carry out his assigned task.
"Finally, Arabella, you have nowhere left to hide," a smirk formed on Sandro's chiseled face, a wicked gleam dancing in his green eyes. He briefly contemplated going to meet her himself, despite his confidence in his agents. He wanted to apprehend her personally.
"How about we continue what we were doing?"
Sandro's head snapped toward the doorway leading to the bathroom, where the whore Lizzo had appeared.
"Yes," he responded, flashing her a toothy grin. However, it wasn't due to his happiness about her actions, but rather because of her presence.
Arabella... He yearned to wrap his hands around her tiny neck and snap it. The anticipation of meting out the punishments he had swirling in his head toward her consumed him. Ultimately, he eagerly anticipated their meeting.
Arabella's gaze shifted to the wall clock once again, the umpteenth time she had checked, and midnight had arrived. Rubbing her tired eyes, she sighed, her thoughts focused on the reason for waking at such an odd hour, though she didn't know why. Nonetheless, a certainty that something was about to occur enveloped her, impossible to ignore. This sensation was familiar, not for the first time. It mirrored the feeling she had experienced when her father was killed. Had she been older then, she might have persuaded her father to flee, avoiding the tragic outcome. Unfortunately, her age at that time had stopped her from making that decision. “Alessandro,” she murmured, the name leaving her lips almost involuntarily. A shiver coursed through her, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end at the mere mention of his name. She couldn't rationalize how she knew, but she was convinced that this inexplicable feeling was somehow connected to him. “What if he found me again?” Her
Arabella's hand instinctively moved to her neck again, remembering how he had injected her twice with an unknown substance. She bolted out of bed and rushed to the door, her trembling hand gripping the cold metal doorknob, yanking it open forcefully. "Shit!" She cursed, kicking the door with the black ballet flat she was wearing and tugging at her hair in frustration. She was in serious trouble. How had she ended up in a situation like this? She let out an exasperated sigh while scanning the room for any means of escape. Her chest felt constricted as her heart raced, the familiar sensation of a panic attack beginning to wash over her. After regaining control over the overwhelming emotions, Arabella took a step closer to the door. Twisting the knob, she was relieved to find that it turned easily. A tentative smile formed on her lips as she swung the door open, only for it to vanish as soon as she spotted the person standing on the other side. She recoiled, a hand instinctively flyin
The disorderly chirping of birds awakened Arabella from her slumber. She gently massaged her temple and exhaled deeply as she slowly sat up on the chilly tiled floor. With furrowed brows, she recollected the reason for finding herself sleeping on the floor. Memories from the previous night flooded her mind as she shook her head. It had been because of Sandro. After leaving her in a state of agitation, he returned to taunt her once again, asserting ownership over her and her possessions. He had deemed her absurd for outrightly rejecting his offer, and as a result, he coerced her into retracting her words by nearly choking her to the brink of death. Arabella believed his stopping was prompted only when he saw her gasping for air. However, she had doubts that it was driven by pity, as he seemed to relish every moment of his actions. In fact, she was convinced that he hesitated solely to revel in watching her wheeze and grovel before him. The humiliation was deep, yet her frail body left
"The boss did."Alessandro Fúcking De Luca. Jesus, he was testing her patience."Did you say something?" Janice furrowed her brows."I didn't." Arabella gritted her teeth and stared back at the mirror."Since you are fine with it, how about we get going? It's almost time, and the boss isn't fond of lateness. But you might be an exception as he seems fond of you.""If you only knew my situation, you wouldn't think that…." Arabella mumbled."Uhn?" Janice questioned."Nothing. Let's get going."Arabella let out a deep breath and patted her stomach forming knots.'Help me, dear lord.' She mumbled as she stepped out of the room with Janice.************"See you later," Janice said as soon as they reached the door. "This is the boss's bedroom.""Please, Janice," Arabella gripped her hand as she was about to move. "Stay with me a bit. Don't leave me.""Oh!" Janice exclaimed as Arabella's arms wrapped around her."He's really harmless, don't be scared," Janice mumbled while caressing her back
"I'll never do that!" Arabella screeched.Even though a gun was pointing at her, showing her body in front of him was the last thing on her mind."I refuse to do whatever you say!"Sandro chuckled. He stood from where he sat and stepped towards her.He stood in front of her for a few seconds before swiftly shoving her to the nearest wall."What did you say?" He growled, clutching her neck."I-I'll never do that…."Arabella didn't get the chance to finish her words. She gasped as his hand smacked her hard on her face.She bit her tongue due to the force and winced at the metallic taste of blood in her mouth. Her eyes watered, and she gazed up at him.His face was stoic, and he sneered, "You'll fúcking do as I say all the time. No matter what my orders are. You are not to disobey me and freaking watch your mouth when you speak to me next time. Is that understood?"Arabella nodded and trembled."Good." Sandro gritted.He tugged her by her long hair and dragged her to the centre of the roo
Arabella winced as she came awake.She turned and let out a groan as pain flared up as soon as she moved.Her lashes fluttered against her cheeks before she snapped her eyes open.Realising she was lying on her stomach, as soon as her vision cleared, she creased her brows despite the pounding in her head and sat on the bed."Shit!" She gasped softly. Using a pillow to brace herself, she leaned to the edge of the bed and shut her eyes.Then she opened them again. Her eyes wandered around the vast room, which was done in white.She didn't need to think twice to know she was in the clinic as the smell of bleach and antiseptic wafted into her nostrils.She gagged and glared at the IV line connected to her vein as she recalled what had happened.She wondered if he was a monster of some sort.Goodness, he had not shown remorse and had hit her until she passed out!He hadn't stopped, and she was sure he enjoyed everything he did.That bástárd!"I see you're awake."Arabella lurched as a voice
"Do well to keep that in mind," Sandro smirked.She watched as he moved to the door."Ciao," He turned and blew her a kiss before winking.Arabella let out a relieved sigh as soon as he left.She lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling.Her neck still hurt from his firm grip on it and she wondered why he couldn't kill her at once.At least, it would save her from the unwarranted punishment that was meted out to her.It would save her a lot of anguish and she'd be able to join her father wherever he was.Again, her mind drifted to Blaze. He was a mafia. He was part of his gang.It was unbelievable. Thinking of it now made it look surreal. If she hadn't seen him here, she'd have assumed he was lying.But now, she didn't know what to think. She didn't know how to feel!The person she had been crushing on from her office window was a gangster. Goodness!She sat up straight and stared at the door as it opened."Hey!" Janice rushed in. She creased her brows as she stepped to the bedside."I
Arabella fought back the urge to burst out laughing.It sounded absurd even thinking about it but laughing might make it seem rather unserious.She wondered if he assumed she'd jump at the offer due to the naughty smirk on his face.She shook her head and climbed down from where she sat and stepped towards him."Alessandro De Fúcking Luca, I am not some cheap whóre that frequents your bed. Put some respect to my name and I will never give you what you seek!" She stabbed at his chest with each word she said.She wondered where the boldness to even face him had come from but she wasn't stopping.Arabella clenched and unclenched her fists as anger seared through her.She wondered what he took her for.Perhaps, he had assumed she was one of the slúts in Cooan. A slút he could have a nice time with anything he desired."If you are not willing to give it to me, you should know I can take it from you forcefully." He whispered in her ear and his tongue slipped out to lick her earlobe.He gripp