CHAPTER 3

Valeria pov

I jumped off the counter, furious. He did it again. He totally ignored me. Even when I was naked in front of him, he did nothing. Am I not sexy? Is that why Sandor doesn't touch me?

Am I that unattractive? I sighed heavily and walked back to the bedroom. I stood in front of the mirror and raised my top. Then I turned around to look at my body.

I wasn't busty, but my boobs were firm and round. My waist was exactly how I wanted it, and I had curves. So why are these guys not touching me? Am I cursed? I sighed heavily as I collapsed on the bed.

My phone rang, and I picked it up reluctantly. “Val, what are you up to?”

“Nothing Priya, just here, withering away, what's up?”

“Omg, get your butt over here, Reginald and Sarah are here, come let's hang out.”

“Really?” That's not so bad, I get to catch up with my old friends and forget about Sandor or Massimo.

“On my way.” I tossed the phone away and immediately started dressing up. Maybe some time with my friends could make me forget this aching feeling in between my legs.

I finished dressing up and set off. I got to the place in no time. It was a club. I entered, and they all lit up when they saw me. I hugged and greeted everyone with a smile. We talked for a while and decided to go dancing.

I was with Priya, and Reginald was with Sarah. “I think they like each other.” Priya, whispered in my ear. I rolled my eyes at her. “You think everyone likes someone.

“It's true, don't you see the…”

“Chemistry?” I cut her off with a look. “Yeah, that's like your anthem now. Stop always scrutinising people.”

“No but look at them. They are so cute.” I rolled my eyes and just danced as she kept on blabbering. Just then, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned, and it was this handsome man, eyebrow piercing, tall, and he looked Korean.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” I answered awkwardly.

“My boss would like to talk to you.” Ahh fuck. This again. I hope it isn't one of those moments where the handsome guy takes me to his ugly friend.

“Sorry, I'm here with my friends.” Something twitched in his eyes but he immediately masked it.

“It'll just be a minute.”

“Go, I'm fine.” Priya said. This stupid girl, can't she see that I don't want to go?

I followed him to a table with gangster looking dudes with so many colourful tattoos all over them.

“Come sit pretty girl.” An older looking man said, I'm sure he's the so-called boss. This is a nightmare.

“I'm sorry, but I think I need to go back.” Just as I was about to leave, one of them grabbed me by the hand and yanked me to sit down. What the fuck? I frowned my face and yanked my hand out of his grip.

“Are you fucking crazy?”

“Ah, American girls, shibal, always so fucking feisty.” The boss said, and I felt like slapping his fucking face.

He waved his hand in the air and one guy brought out a suitcase and opened it. Stack of hundred dollar bills.

“It could be yours if you let me taste you tonight.” He sipped his whisky. I nearly puked from his disgusting acts.

“You think I'm a fucking hooker?”

“Aish, hajimaa, this is money, you could make so much cash. Shibal.” He looked like he was getting pissed off. What the actual fuck?

“Fuck you okay, and fuck all of you here.” I pointed to everyone sitting.

“You think I'm a hooker? I bathe in riches, your little pennies do not move me. Go die in a ditch.” I said as I got up but something stopped me in my tracks.

One of them got in front of me and clocked his gun. Shivers ran down my spine as I watched him.

“Always, I have to do it the hard way. Aish.”

“What the hell do you think you're doing?”

He handed me a glass of champagne. “Drink this.”

I shook my head vigorously. No way. They've definitely spiked it. “Drink it because even if we don't shoot you, your pretty little friend will at least get one bullet in her chest. He pointed at Priya.

Fuck, why did I even come here the in the first place? I could've been dancing with my friends but I decided to come here, and now I'm doomed. I can't make any hasty decisions.

I grabbed the glass and gulped it down. “Good girl.” He praised me. One of his guys grabbed my head as they led me out of the club.

Fuck, think Val, I have about 5 minutes until this drug starts to take effect. Just when we were about to exit I heard a voice. “Let her go.” It was deep, commanding and it was his voice. Massimo, I could recognise it anywhere. He was here, how? I thought he went home.

What am I even thinking, he's here, at least I know I'm saved.

“Listen man, mind your business, the lady wants to come with us.”

“The lady is my girlfriend, and I don't like other men touching my woman, hands off now.”

“Boss, he has the tattoo.” One of them said to the boss as they both stared at Massimo like they’d seen a ghost.

They immediately let go of me and left the club. My eyes met Massimo's grey one's. He wasn't wearing a suit like earlier, he was in a short sleeve and his tattoos were on full display, before I could dive deeper into my filthy fantasies. He grabbed me by the hand and pulled me out of the club.

He opened the passenger seat and I got inside. He sat inside and let out a loud sigh.

“Do you know how dangerous those guys were? Anything could've happened to you, you could've been r…” he paused, almost like he was about to say a forbidden word. But I didn't care, I just wanted him.

“Does Sandor know you're here? Why did you go to them? Do you even know where they were taking you?” I don't know if it's the drug or my inner fantasies that were taking over but I grabbed his face and smashed my lips on his. Kissing him passionately.