Chapter 3

As Bonnie finished taking a long hot bath, calming her tensed body, she wrapped a fluffy towel around her body.

She felt around the walls of the small as she made her way back to the bedroom.

The door opened and she gasped as she clutched the towel to her body. She furrowed her eyebrows, her senses heightening. "I can hear you breathing." She said, gulping.

"L-Lorenzo?" She guessed.

Of course it was him! She could smell it.

"Sì" He raspy voice whispered. Bonnie's lips parted as she tried to speak. "What are you-what are you doing here?" She asked nervously.

"I came to give you some of my clothes so you can wear it." Lorenzo said.

Bonnie didn't realize, until now, his accent. He's Italian accent.

"Thanks but I won't need them, I'll wear the clothes I was wearing." Bonnie stubbornly said. "You can't." Lorenzo said.

"And why the hell not?" Bonnie asked.

"Because Grace took them to get them washed," he took Bonnie's hands, which was unbelievably small compared to his, and placed the clothes in her hands. "Wear them. I'll be back to take you downstairs, tesoro." He said before walking out the room, not forgetting to close the door behind him.

Sweatpants, sweatshirt, umm...boxers? God, I hope he washed these.

She quickly put the clothes on, already feeling how large they are on her. She bit her lip as walked to the door, her hand in front of her Incase she bumps into it.

She opens the door, steps outside and closes it behind her. "Grace? Lorenzo? I-I'm done!" She yelled hopping one of them would hear her.

God knows how big this house is.

She decided that she would find her own way to the kitchen, it can't be that hard, can it?

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"She looks even more beautiful up close, I can't believe I have her." Lorenzo said with a big smile.

Grace smiled, shaking her head, "You know, some men would actually go to the woman ask for a date but instead, you went to the woman and actually kidnapped her." She placed a plate of spaghetti in front of him.

"Isn't it how Mama and Papa met?" Lorenzo asked.

Grace shrugged, "I guess but th-"

"-Grace?" They both turned and saw Bonnie walking towards the direction of the living room.

"Fanculo! I totally forgot I offered to help her downstairs." Lorenzo said as he rushed towards Bonnie, turning her towards the kitchen.

He helped her in her seat before sitting down. Grace placed a plate of spaghetti in front of her, placing Bonnie's hand on the fork.

"T-thank you." Bonnie whispered shyly as she began eating.

This is divine!

Lorenzo gazed at the beautiful woman sitting beside him and Grace watched, amused as Bonnie ate, some food spilling on Lorenzo's sweatshirt. "You're both staring at me. A-am I doing something wrong?" Bonnie asked.

Lorenzo and Grace's eyes widened. "Of course not, tersoro." Lorenzo whispered.

Bonnie shrugged and continued to eat peacefully.

"When will I be able to go home." She asked as she, Lorenzo and Grace silently ate.

"Tesoro, this is your home now." Lorenzo said. Bonnie clenched her jaw, hand small hand gripping the fork, she suddenly pushed the plate full of spaghetti off the table and onto the floor.

"I want to go home! This is not my home. I do not even know you people. I told you...I-I won't tell anyone. Please take me home. My mother must be so worried. Her blind daughter out there without guidance." Bonnie said, her voice growing weak.

"Sit down and eat. You're never going going back there. This your home now. You belong here with me. You are mine, tesoro! Il mio!

Bonnie gasped.

'Yours?'