Chapter 5

Lucy's POV

The sun is about to rise and it has been hours. I was disappointed when nobody entered the room. I disliked being a celebrity. I wanted to be busy and get my mind off of things. I got sick of simply laying here aimlessly. The door was suddenly opened, as if the cosmos had heard my cries. The manner the individual is fumbling with the lock suggests that they are attempting to pick it. I waited with my eyes closed.

The door was soon unlocked. I squeezed the plastic ball beneath the pillow more firmly. When I felt a touch on my back after hearing footsteps approaching, I sprung to my feet and tackled the oncoming person to the ground. I tightened my legs to keep them in place as I sat on their thighs. As I lifted the plastic ball to strike the victim in the face, I chained their hands together with my free hand. I eventually glanced at the person I had grabbed and froze.

Boy was it. He looked like a 16 year old.

Hello there! There is no damage! Just a note from me, please! He pleaded with me, "Please," but I had no reason to believe him. I sent a tight glare his way.

Last but not least, he said, "The boss sent me to get you!" I gave him a careful look. He had upper lip and brow lines from sweat. His body trembled slightly, and his eyes could not contact mine. He was being sincere.

After leaving him, I threw the plastic ball onto my bed. It would be useful afterward. To accompany me to his employer, I grabbed the lad by the collar and pushed him out the door. He followed me down the hallway, and I could tell he wanted to turn around to see whether I would jump him and attempt to murder him once again by the tightness in his stance and the shakiness of his legs. He was lucky that I wasn't feeling that way.

We spent a long time moving through a maze of passageways while passing the same picture three times. I took care to write down the appropriate text. Amateurs. I understood how all of this worked. I had experienced everything. We arrived at a double-light oak door that stood out in the interior's darkness finally. I put the boy's pattern of knocking to memory. He pulled the door wide and motioned for me to go, so I did.

It was none other than Luca Martinelli, working at a desk made of polished wood. Behind me, the door was locked.

I made an effort not to squirm as Luca gazed up at me and fixed me with his intense stare. Men like vulnerability, therefore I was taught to hide it until necessary. He approached me after gathering a stack of papers from his desk. I perused the documents he gave them to me. My signature, or the one I had when I was 14 years old, was at the bottom of the document. Although I now have many for various circumstances, this was my first and only one.

"This is the agreement that you endorsed. The terms are plain to see, as you can see. Antonio paid three million for you. You therefore became his property, and as a result, the mafia's property. Luca surrounded me and said, "You vanished for four years and, shockingly, he brought you back, offering you to me as a present. You are the property of whomever Antonio had decided to deliver you to, according to the deal.

I took in what he said while I reviewed the contract on my own. He was accurate. I was now his and his mafia's property.

Selling you would be simple, but I'm curious as to what makes you unique. My father surreptitiously received millions from the mafia, and he put those funds on a project he named the Jade Scythe. I made an effort not to retaliate at that point. "Is that you, then? Why would he spend millions of dollars on you? Where have you been for the last four years, and why are you back? It took me a while to realize that.

The final question I honestly couldn't It took me a long to understand answer, but I knew the rest of the answers, and there was no way I was telling him anything. I didn't say anything. He stopped moving, and I could see him now. His body heat was audible to me. He was right there.

He replied, "I was hoping you wouldn't talk," and then turned to return to his work. I felt like I could breathe again after he stopped literally breathing down on me. "I'll give you a new contract," I said.

My focus began to pique. I couldn't help but notice how Luca's black aura dominated the space as he reclined in his chair. He has a quality that caught my attention. He moved a stack of papers in my direction.

"I speak in fewer, clearer phrases. For fifteen years, you will be mine. You have to follow my mafia's rules and regulations throughout that period. You'll be released after that, he said.

I gave him the side-eye while picking up the contract. I had no faith in anything he said. I carefully examined the contract looking for gaps before I discovered it. A sly laugh escaped my lips. The contract was smashed on the table by me.

I'm not like your stupid henchmen, you know. I'll be your property for fifteen years, according to this contract. It must have been a pleasant notion. to declare that I am Luca Martinelli's property. It makes no mention of the previous contract becoming void. You'd still own me since I'm mafia property. I'm not gullible. I am aware that leaving a mafia requires dying. I don't need your fictitious contract. With a strong British accent, I said, "I'm leaving here by myself.

We locked gazes as my lifeless eyes met his icy ones. When I turned to go, the door was locked. I saw Luca rising. She says, "Lei parla." In Italian, he spoke.

In my brain, I yelled. I turned to face Luca, who had shifted to take a position in front of me. "You're forgetting that my mob controls this. My home, and naturally, my rules. The new agreement is no longer an alternative. Seems you declined that, Luca murmured.

I felt absolutely no fear as he inched closer until we were just inches away. Think what he must, but worse things have happened to me. I'd seen worse. I wasn't afraid of him."Sei un uccello in una gabbia di mia creazione. Pensi di poter scappare? Certo, vai. Prova ad andartene. Le tue ali saranno tarpate prima di prendere il volo (You are a bird in a cage of my creation. Do you think you can escape? Sure, go. Try to leave. Your wings will be clipped before taking flight)."