Three

Don Lorenzo Valenti stepped further into the room, his presence filling every corner of the space.

The gun in his hand remained steady, aimed directly at the young woman standing before him, half-dressed, trembling… yet strangely still.

“Please… don’t shoot me,” Isabella pleaded, her voice shaking. “I... I’ll do anything you want.”

That made him pause.

His brows lifted slightly.

Anything?

His gaze slowly trailed over her body.

The delicate lingerie clung to her skin, leaving little to the imagination. She looked… tempting. Far too tempting.

The anger that had burned inside him moments ago began to fade, replaced by something darker.

Something dangerous.

Lust.

“Take it off,” he ordered coldly, kicking the door shut behind him.

Isabella didn’t hesitate.

She didn’t understand it.

The fear was still there, but it was buried beneath a strange heat spreading through her body. Her pulse raced, her breath uneven.

Was it the drink Valeria had given her?

Why did she feel like this?

Lorenzo removed his blazer, tossing it aside. But before he could do anything else, Isabella stepped forward.

Her hands reached for his shirt, and tore it open.

Lorenzo stilled for a second, surprised.

She wasn’t afraid.

Not of him. Not even of the weapon still in his hand.

If anything… she was responding to him.

A slow, dangerous smirk touched his lips.

His hand came up, gripping her waist, pulling her firmly against him.

And then...

He kissed her.

The moment their lips met, something ignited.

It wasn’t gentle.

It wasn’t hesitant.

It was intense, overwhelming… consuming.

Isabella's world spun.

She was carried away with the kiss, that she didn't even know when he lifted her up and placed her on the bed.

It was the moment she felt his weight on her that she realized.

Isabella's core weeped, she needed something in it immediately.

So she rocked it against his bulge from his pants.

Lorenzo's eyes darkened in response. "You want me, baby?"

"Yes...yes daddy," she gasped as she felt his hand trailing to her weeping core.

He touched her where he ached the most, and then brought his fingers to his mouth and licked her juice with his tongue.

"You're so wet for me..." he said in a hoarse voice, and then he got up and removed his pants.

Isabella's eyes grew wide as saucers when she saw the size of him spring free.

She had no idea how it would work, but she needed it.

She needed him inside her.

She was aching with desire. She has never been this horny in her life.

Everything that followed became a blur...

Heat.

Hands.

Pain.

Pleasure.

Breathless moments she couldn’t fully grasp.

Time lost its meaning.

And by the time the night ended…

Everything had changed.

----

The next morning, Isabella stirred slowly, her body heavy as she blinked awake.

Sunlight streamed through the curtains.

For a moment, she lay still, trying to gather her thoughts.

Then reality hit.

She was alone.

Still in Alessandro's bedroom.

Her heart skipped.

Fragments of the night flashed through her mind, unclear, scattered, incomplete.

But one thing was certain.

Something had happened.

Something she couldn’t undo.

Her chest tightened as she sat up, pulling the sheets closer around her, as she found herself stark naked beneath.

“That wasn’t…” she whispered to herself.

It wasn’t Alessandro.

She knew it.

Even if her memory refused to fully cooperate, her body remembered enough.

Shame flooded her.

Quickly, she got out of bed, dressed, and hurried out of the room.

The mansion felt strangely quiet.

A few staff members passed by, but no one stopped her. No one questioned her.

It was as if she didn’t exist.

Like a ghost walking through a place she no longer belonged.

Outside, she called a ride.

Inside the car, she finally checked her phone.

Her heart sank.

No replies.

No missed calls from Alessandro.

Nothing.

He had completely ignored her.

Isabella swallowed hard, staring at the screen.

What kind of boyfriend does that… especially on my birthday?

Why didn't he come home last night?

Where did he spend the night?

----

Meanwhile…Alessandro stretched lazily as he woke up in his hotel suite, a satisfied smile on his lips.

The two women from the night before were still beside him, fast asleep.

“Last night was fun,” he muttered under his breath.

Reaching for his phone, he unlocked it, and immediately frowned.

Missed calls.

Messages.

But one name caught his attention instantly.

Father.

His expression changed.

His father was back home.

After five months.

Alessandro sat up immediately, all traces of laziness gone.

He got out of bed and began to dress in a hurry.

The movement stirred the women awake.

“Hey handsome… where are you going?” one of them asked, reaching for him.

“Come back to bed,” the other added playfully.

Alessandro smirked slightly but shook his head.

“Not today, ladies.”

He buttoned his shirt quickly. “My father is back. He wants to see me.”

The women exchanged glances before laughing.

“What, are you scared of him?” one teased.

Alessandro paused, then looked at them, his expression suddenly serious.

“Do you even know who my father is?”

They shook their heads.

Alessandro's lips curved into a faint, knowing smile.

“Don Lorenzo Valenti. The Butcher.”

The room fell silent.