Let go of me Bástárd!

"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