Chapter 2

Every second that went by tightened around my neck like a leash. I knew I was nothing but a whore to him, but Lorenzo De Luca is a possessive bastard, he wouldn't want me gone either.

I tried recalling what had transpired between us and that was when it hit me.

That bastard was too calm when I spoke with him earlier, too patient, it has never been in his DNA to be calm. Not unless he's hunting.

"Did I fall into his trap?" I blurted out wide open,

I didn't just become his prey, I was pacing the dusty floor of the rundown safehouse, my fingers trembling in fear.

I quickly checked the locks, twice, then again, while I chant to myself that I am safe.

If I knew him better, he wouldn't hesitate to kill me for betraying him.

There is no way he could find me, this place is located on the outskirts of the city where even rats forget to visit.

"He can't find me"

But then I heard it, a knock, it came once, my heart began racing, and I thought about many ways he could kill me.

"Open up!" Dad yelled impatiently from the front door.

I sighed and hurriedly opened up, he stepped in with a cruel grin plastered on his face.

He looked slimmer than the last time I saw him two years ago. But his cold expression hasn't changed.

But seeing his masked brutes flanking him on both sides, I knew I had made the most stupid move by telling him my location.

He didn't hug me, or run to me like the daughter he would move heaven to retrieve, he stood there staring, calculating without sparing me a word.

"You look well" he finally said gesturing at the bags of food and drinks littered on the floor, like I hosted a party. I should definitely throw one, since I escaped from my monster.

"I suppose even Lorenzo has failed to tame his whore"

I flinched at those words not because it is new but because coming from a man who handed me over to the De Luca family like some rag, it made my bile rise to my throat. But I held it in.

"You took your time, father"

"I'm a busy man, Isabella, you don't order me around"

My fist clenched tightly, "You promised to come for me...... "

"I make a lot of promises, besides, you were supposed to deliver Intel's to me as we agreed, but you were too busy warming his bed and lost sight of your mission" he scowled, sending fear to my heart.

But I stood my ground, I was no longer the teenage girl he delivered to Lorenzo like some spoils from war, I am Isabella Moretti.

"I am a busy man, what do you have in exchange for your freedom?"

"Taking me with you is enough leverage over the De Luca's"

Dad broke into laughter, giving me the creeps

"You must think highly of yourself, you are just his whore, he wouldn't think twice before ditching your stupid ass" he laughed more, shaking his head.

I have never been so humiliated as I am right now, maybe it stings more because it's coming from someone who should be protecting me.

"That is all I have"

"You won't run from Lorenzo without taking some insurance with you, I thought that much," he circled me like some hawk, signaling one of his masked brutes, "Find it"

In a matter of seconds, they turned the room inside out, but I didn't flinch, Lorenzo would always say, know your opponent and the war is over.

I had always known my father was one sneaky bastard, who wouldn't hesitate to stab me in the back again, hence why I stashed what he was looking for outside the safe house.

"Where is it Isabelle" he barked at me, his eyes turned red and his fingers all shaky, like he was restraining himself from doing something stupid.

"Get me out of here father, and we will.... " A resounding slap, cut me off, before I could realize it, and I was on the floor, clenching my cheeks, staring at the beast who should be protecting me.

"I should tame you, if Lorenzo had done a bad job"

He signals one of his brutes who picked me up and threw me across the room. I groaned in pain as I landed on the floor, like crumpled paper.

"Isabella, Isabella, tell me where it is and I will let you walk out here alive"

I couldn't help but chuckle at his words, then I coughed. I had no idea what made him think I would believe him. Once I hand it over to him, he wouldn't hesitate to dispose of me.

"You must think me a dummy" I chuckled dryly trying to get off the floor,

With two long stride my father was standing in front of me, with murder in his eyes, he grabbed me by the throat, and slowly lifted me off the ground.

"Tell me where it is or I will send you to the afterlife just like your mother" He sneered at me,

My eyes lit up in surprise, my mouth open while I made some incomprehensible sounds, I knew Mom's death was kind of strange. One minute, he was locked away in a room the next their we're sound of Gunshots and Dad stepped out of the room covered in blood.

I had never thought this beast standing in front of me had a hand in Mom's death.

A tear escaped my eyes, while I grabbed his hand, praying he would release it before I ran out of breath.

A loud bang sent the door packing, startled and angry he released his grip and let me fall on the floor, like some rag.

Coughing my lungs out, and tearing up but the sudden sound of a gunshot jolted me back to my reality.

I looked up and a man was standing at what used to be the door, the smoke and dust, enveloped him that I could barely see his face, but something about him seemed familiar.

I almost passed out when he walked into the room,

"Lorenzo" I gasped. Dad signaled his men to fire at him but Lorenzo was the beast to begin with, in a matter of seconds, he disemboweled the two men. Always living up to his fucking name.

"The butcher"

Father pulled a gun and shot him, he dodged before he threw the knife at my father, which went straight into his forehead.

Tears flooded my eyes as his lifeless body crumpled on the floor, Lorenzo's gaze shifted to me and I knew this was the end for me. Memories of what led me here flooded my fragile mind.

About a year ago I had stopped feeding dad any real information about Lorenzo, at first it was out of fear, but soon it was something more twisted, I started caring, not for the power he held but for the way he looked at me, like I was his favorite sin.

I must have gone crazy, but everything went south when I heard him laughing, drunk on whiskey and blood.

"She is nothing, but pussy and warmth" Lorenzo had said to his men, while I stood outside the room with fist clenched, and my heart bleeding,

But although I was hurt, I waited for him that night.

"idiot, if only I didn't."

In that moment I finally realized that they are all made men, trained to be monsters from childhood, how could I expect them to care about my feelings?

So I staged my own escape, created the facade, to make him feel what I have felt these past few years, living as his whore.