Jennifer Luciano Bernardi, the man who had the power to numb me in one finger’s snap. He was standing before my eyes, near the glass window, his hands in his suit-pockets. While there stood his men apart from him, outspread in every corner of this lounge, steady to obey any command given by the man I become terrified of the most. Luciano’s aura was frighteningly aloof and that teased me the most. His eyes expressed nothing. No emotions, just blank there and that was a thing to worry about.  I had no clue why I was here. What sin did I do to attain the devil’s attention? His sharp jaw looked like a weapon ready to slaughter the lamb—me. I sighed loudly, my eyes joined with his and God knew from where I got the courage to look straight in those piercing hazel eyes.  I mustered up the courage from within to speak my side, “W—Why am I h-here?” These simple words were the most difficult to utter at the moment, it’s like there was nothing

He looked at me, I quivered under his gaze, his calloused finger traced my jaw, “Did that hurt?”Yes, a lot, for your kindest information. I’m not a whore you’re used to. As if his gestures were sweetest of all. “Tell me, have I hurt you?” I watched him turning from an asshole to convincingly concerned. “You should know it better,” I grumbled, my eyes still holding tears but not to forget, I was in front of a guru of killings and manipulation. Ah, the bite still hurt me, I doubted if I didn’t leave a mark. Also, his weight, I wondered what he eats. “Please, can you get off me?” My hand reached to my jaw and as I was about to rub my wound, Luciano took the lead and rubbed his thumb on the affected area, “Ah, ouch,” I hissed, pulling his thumb away, creasing my forehead as pain ripped through my face.“Don’t worry, it’ll go away soon,” his rich voice sent s

“For breakfast, you’ll have breakfast with the family,” “I think you forgot your family isn’t very appreciative of my presence. So, I would like to stay here… until out of here,” I spat out, keeping my angry mouth to myself. It was better to keep a filter over my mouth than to lose my senses and regret it later. If he was tolerating me didn’t mean he would keep on enduring my macho guts. “You can not tell me what I should do or whatnot, come or…” His face hardened, gravity emitting from his posture. It was better I should listen to him than him breaking me into submission. “Don't bring out my vileness, go and change,” he snapped and I flinched visibly. He should’ve learnt how to talk to women. Asshole. I scooted out of the bed, walked to the bathroom that was bigger than my room and the lavishness it held was on another level. I gawked at it for q

He had fresh bristles, light brownish eyes, sculptured jawline but what stood out foremost was scars on his face. He had three marks, one on his nose, second one on his left cheek and third on his forehead. He was wearing a suit like everyone in this house as if it was the dress code assigned. “I assume you don’t speak Italian,” He said in his Italian Dialect. I gulped before saying anything as he kept ambling closer to me. My tensed lines grew into a frown. “Yes, and how may I help you?” I asked, my tone tight. I refused to fear him. He might be an influential guy but I owed him nothing. So there was no need to be afraid. He didn’t answer me straight, just kept circling around me as if he was scanning my body, looking for any defects. As he finished his circle, he asserted to me, “There’s nothing extraordinary in you,” he batted his eyebrows as if my body didn’t satisfy his preference

“Get in the damn car!” my bubble of thoughts exploded the second Nikola yelled at me. I looked at him, he was close to getting in while I was three feet away from him. I rushed to the passenger seat side and got in. Buckling up my belt, Nikola powered his soundless car and cruised out of the mansion that I noticed was located in the hills. The beauty it contained was rare to witness, this must be a million dollars worth of property. I could stare at it for a long time but this ‘damn’ car had sworn to make me shout at some point. The driver was flying it. Maybe he had more hurry than I had. He took a sharp cut and I couldn’t help my shout. “C—Can you slow down? We are on a hill. I don’t wanna die early,” I grumbled, holding the safety handle above my head. He chuckled, “I thought bad girls like drifting,” that made me grace him with a narrow eye. He could go to hell with his whore