Chapter 3

Gianna.

I was escorted out of the room by two maids. They wrapped me with a duvet as I walked slowly down the hallway leading to my room.

I had my hands folded to my chest with muffled cries escaping my lips. I was having difficulty believing that my father had just traded me to this monster instead of his father, Don Vittorio Caruso. 

In between my legs were still sore and I was still bleeding… soaked with blood and cum.

“I’ll prepare your bath,” one of the maids said while the other opened the closet, taking out clean towels.

She looked elderly and approachable unlike the one who left. 

“What’s your name?” I asked, wiping my tears.

“Luciana, ma’am.” She gave a slight bow.

“Luci…ana,” I mouthed. That was exactly my mother’s name. I ran my eyes over her; I could see my mother in her, and maybe the warmth in her eyes, like she pitied me.

“You have a child?” I asked.

“Yes, I had one. A girl… she is dead,” she disclosed, her eyes twitching like she wanted to cry.

“I’m… I’m so sorry I shouldn’t be asking you this. I… I just…” I sighed, covering my face with my hands.

“It’s okay.” She smiled softly and returned to what she was doing while I watched her with so much going through my mind.

She was strong and I couldn’t help but think of the cause of the death of her child. I didn’t even ask the age of her child.

Was she my age?

“Your bath is ready,” the other maid walked in.

I slowly peeled off the duvet from my body as I watched it drop to the floor. The blood and cum that ran from my cunt down to my legs were dry and sticky making me feel dirty and gross remembering everything that went down earlier.

I stepped into the bathroom, and everything was perfectly placed and the water was warm just how I would have preferred it.

I tilted my head to the side. Luciana and the other maid were staring at me. Were they going to watch me take a bath too?

“I want to be alone,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around my body.

They exchanged worried looks, but Luciana held her arm and pulled her aside. I didn’t shut the door even when I knew they probably stood outside waiting for me.

I slowly walked to the bathtub filled with water and a lavender bath bomb. I dipped one leg, then another till I finally entered and settled inside the tub.

I leaned my back against the bathtub, eyes shut and thoughts spiralling. But first I thought about my father, what would he be doing now?

Was he trying to sell everything he ever owned just to get me out of here?

Has he found out that I had been taken by Stefano’s men and not Don Vittirio’s men?

Oh fuck! 

I exhaled as I sank deeper into the water till my head was completely covered by the water. 

“Ma’am!” The other maid ran in, panic etched in her voice with Luciana running in after her.

I shot my head up with a glare in my eyes. They settled on the other maid, ignoring Luciana who stepped aside when she saw I was okay.

“What’s your name?” I asked the maid, running my hand through my face.

“Larissa…” she mumbled.

“Don’t you ever barge into my privacy ever again, do I make myself clear?” I asked, my eyes still burning with fury.

“Ye… yes ma’am,” she replied, trembling and fondling with the hem of her gown.

“Now, get out… both of you,” my eyes finally settled on Luciana who gave a slight bow before pulling Larissa out of the bathroom.

When they left I continued my bath. It was safe to say they had ruined my mood and thoughts for the day and I had no idea what I would do for the rest of the day aside from seeing the face of the beast who at first had his way with me before making me crave for his cock.

A towel was wrapped around my body by Luciana immediately after I walked into the room, my hair dripping with water.

“Get another towel,” she ordered Larissa calmly.

I sucked in a deep breath, irritated by the fact that they touched me without my permission. “I can do this by myself,” I yelled.

“Boss wouldn’t be pleased if he heard this,” Luciana disclosed in a whisper and continued drying my body while I watched on.

I had to pick a dress from the ones presented to me, they were exactly like what I wore as a spoiled mafia princess who never cared about the price tags.

“I’ll have that one,” I pointed to a black gown that had pearls on the front, just above the neck.

It looked simple, but the pearls were luxurious. My hair was neatly combed and styled into a fringe-bun. I chose burgundy pumps because they looked comfortable, whatever the occasion was I didn’t care but I cared about one thing which I shouldn’t do. I’ll rather call it curiosity.

I cleared my throat, adjusting in my seat before the dressing table.

“And… Stefano?”

“Where is he?” I asked no one in particular.

“He left very early, but would be back after you’ve had your breakfast.” Luciana was the one who replied while Larissa cleaned the table.

Moments later, breakfast was brought in by Luciana, and Larissa wasn’t with her this time.

It was oats porridge, bread, and bacon with a glass of water. My mouth watered, it’s been almost two days since I last ate something solid.

“Thank you,” I mouthed, grabbing the glass of water.

“Take it easy,” Luciana smiled seeing how I gulped down the glass of water.

She collected the glass of water from me, setting it aside. “Now, eat.” She handed a spoon to me.

I dug into the bowl of oats reluctantly, then had a spoonful, praying silently it would be good.

When I had the first taste, I hurriedly stuffed my mouth with more till I felt like losing my breath.

“You will upset your stomach, child,” Luciana snatched the spoon from me.

“Wait here, I’ll get you more,” she said, not like I had anywhere to go.

When she left. I was all alone staring down at the table knife beside my plate of bacon. My thoughts ran wild, Luciana wouldn’t know if I slipped this into my dress… I needed it.

I quickly stuffed the bacon into my mouth and wiped my hands and mouth as I chewed it slowly.

Luciana returned almost immediately with a steaming hot bowl of oats. I was already full, but I wasn’t going to let her efforts go in vain.

She watched me eat with a smile on her face, and I was relaxed knowing she hadn't noticed the missing table knife.

“Thank you, Luciana.” I feigned a smile, getting up from my bed.

She stood there staring at me instead of clearing the plates. “Go ahead… clear the plates,” I said.

“Give it back child,” she stretched out her hand to me, and this time she had no smile on her face.

“Wha… what?” I let out a little pretentious laughter.

“The table knife,” she sneered.