LAURA P.O.V.
Everything went exactly according to plan.
I intrigued him.
That was how you could intrigue a criminal, wasn't it?
People like him thought they could have any woman, that any woman would fall at their feet.
But I wasn't such a woman. I was going to put him in jail.
My next move had to be very thoughtful. I would go to the dinner he invited me to, but I had to behave differently from most of the girls he dated, so he wouldn't lose interest quickly.
ON THE NEXT DAY.
I went out with my friend Emma before the meeting.
"So you're going out tonight?" Emma asked me.
"Yes". I replied.
"And if all went well, when will we see each others?"
"I don't know, Em. When I catch him and put him in jail. I'm praying everything will go well."
"I believe you can do it. You always do it. And this man, Richard ... what does he look like?"
"He's ..." I thought. "He's the typical ..."
"A man who knows what he wants?"
"A man who thinks he can have anything he wants. A jerk." I said.
Emma laughed.
"Well, I should go now because I have to get ready. I'll call you as soon as I can."
We hugged each other and I left.
Emma was my best friend in Miami. We met quite by chance at a bus stop. She complimented my hair. The truth is, I've known her since my first day in Miami. Only with her I felt free to share what was happening in my life.
IN LAURA'S APARTMENT...
I put on one of my best dresses: a black short dress with only one shoulder.
I have heard that every woman should have a black dress in her wardrobe.
I lifted my hair into a sexy, daring bun and prayed that everything would go as I had planned.
A few minutes later I heard a car whistling.
I looked out of the window. A black long limousine was waiting for me in front of the house.
Typically.
That's how men like him bought their wives.
I got out and headed for the limo.
Then the driver got out and opened the door for me.
"Welcome, ma'am. I'm Peter and I'm at your service."
"Thank you." I replied and entered. "Where's your boss?"
"Mr. Valentino? He'll be waiting for you at his private restaurant."
"Private?" Of course.
IN FRONT OF THE RESTAURANT
"Is the whole building a restaurant, Peter?"
"Yes, ma'am." he said and opened the door for me.
It was really wonderful. The whole atmosphere was magical. You could forget for a moment that this place was owned by an unscrupulous, cruel killer.
Our table was on the balcony. On it were two glasses of red wine, a beautiful bouquet of flowers in a vase, and beautiful, golden utensils. Apparently he could impress women.
"Good evening." he said, rising from his chair, kissing my hand. He was wearing a black tuxedo, complemented by his black tarry hair and dark eyes. He was a really handsome man.
But a villain.
"Good evening." I replied. "There was no need for all this. The limo, the private restaurant."
He smiled as we sat down at the table.
"Do you like it here?" he looked me straight in the eyes.
"I like the view. Really, a beautiful view. Are you taking all the women you're interested in here?" I started the conversation.
He laughed.
"You're the first woman who came here."
"Should I trust you?"
He laughed again.
"Apparently so far the women in my life have been different because I was able to impress them at the bar when we first met."
I laughed and looked at him.
"Obviously you don't know how to pick your women."
"Perhaps." he looked at me from head to toe with his dark eyes. "I wonder how I came across you."
"Oh, I'm far from being your woman, sir."
He was surprised that even after the limo, the private restaurant, and this amazing sight, I had not fallen at his feet.
And that was the key to my success.
"What's your profession, Laura?" he asked me.
Damn it. I hadn't thought about that. How could I forget?
"I'm ... I'm ... working at a marketing company here in Miami. Writing different articles."
"Sounds interesting."
"And you?" I asked him, pretending I didn't know what kind of man he was. "What are you doing for living?"
"Let's just say ... I run a company. A few companies in different states.."
Of course he wouldn't admit it.
Garbage like him never did.
"Should I be impressed?" I asked him.
"No. You're welcome." he replied calmly. "I like that you're a classy woman."
He raised his glass.
"Cheers. I'm drinking for you, Laura, whose last name I don't know."
"Cheers." I raised my glass too. "Rosón. Laura Rosón."
"Rosón?" he seemed intrigued.
"My father is Spanish."
"You have an interesting life, Laura."
“You have no idea how much.”
You really haven't.
AT THE POLICE STATION
David Morris (Laura's boss) p.o.v.
"Do you think we should send her to Italy alone? This man is extremely dangerous." asked Brian Fox, one of my employees.
"We don't have another choice." I replied, sighing.
"Let me go with her. I'll be undercover! I'll just keep an eye on her." Brian prayed.
"I can't let you go with her, Brian. If this man suspects Laura is a cop, he's going to kill her and everyone involved in this mission."
"That's why I can't let her go alone!"
Brian was right. The mission was one of our most difficult.
That was the reason I sent Laura.
She was one of my best agents.
If she didn't catch him, there's no one who would.
"All right, Brian." I sighed. "I'll let you go to Italy, but I don't want you to approach Laura and Richard. If he suspects something is wrong, Laura will die, do you understand?"
I decided to trust Brian.
Laura had to have someone to rely on.
"Sure, boss." Brian said and left my office.
AT THE RESTAURANT
LAURA ROSÓN P.O.V.
I was watching him, his every move, every gesture, every word.
This man reconsidered every move he made.
While watching how perfectly he played his game, I understood that it would be a difficult mission.
This man was a mystery.
Under that suit was a lithe body that knew how to play and his face backed that up.
RICHARD VALENTINO P.O.V.
Even if she pretended to be a strong woman, I could see that her senses were falling for me.
But I was actually enjoying watching her melt over me.
After all, I was irresistible, wasn't I?
Hold on, Laura Rośon, because Richard Valentino was always winning women's hearts.
And it wasn't like she had a choice.
I winked at the waiter to play the same song we danced at the bar last night.
Some kind of love nonsense, blah, blah, I didn't care.
I just wanted to conquer her "cold" heart faster.
I was leaving for Italy tomorrow, I had to do it tonight.
"Will you honor me one more dance?" I got up from my chair, went to hers and gave her my hand.
Come on, dear Laura, I know you can't resist this. No one can.
Laura's p.o.v.
He was standing in front of me, breathing down my neck.
He was looking at me with his sly eyes.
I could smell his perfume, a strong, masculine perfume that anyone would melt into.
Good thing I was professional.
"Come on, let's see you, handsome." I said and took his hand.
He had ordered the same song as from our first meeting - Jennifer Hudson's - One night only.
God, I loved that song.
He grabbed me by the waist and brought me closer to him.
The song immediately touched my mind and heart:
"Something so right has got no chance to live
So let's forget about chances, it's one night I will give
One night only, one night only
You'll be the only one
One night only
Then you have to run ... "
I hated dancing with this crook and killer of such a beautiful song.
But that was my job.
And I would do it to the end.
He pushed me closer to him, whhispeing words in my ear.
You can't lie to me, like you're lying other girls, fool.
"Beautiful song, isn't it?" he whispered to me. "One of my favorite."
"Yes." I smiled at him.
Even too beautiful for you, jerk.
He was getting closer and closer to me. I couldn't get out of his arms.
"Hey ..." He gently touched my hair, trying to enchant me with a touch.
Killer.
I could barely stand him, but I had to.
I had to go to Italy with him at all costs.
I approached him to the beat of the song.
I closed my eyes for a moment.
I got closer to him.
He was waiting for me ... a killer.
I put my hand next to his eyes to close them.
He understood me and closed them.
I was breathing in his lips.
They were warm.
So fucking warm.
"I ..." I lost my mind for a moment.
"Just do it, Miss Laura. Or maybe you're afraid ... of me?" he smirked.
And then I kissed him.
I kissed this fucking killer.
One...Slow and uncertain
Two...Soft and smooth
Three...Strong and delicious
Four...A growing passion.
Five..."Hmm," he moaned a little.
Six..."Hm," I answered with a small deeper moan.
Seven...We breathed heavily looking ourselves straight in the eyes.
Yes, darling. I’m gonna put you in jail. I promise. I swear I will.
We stared at each other in odd way, as if we were in a silent argument."Thank you for this beautiful dinner, Richard." I smiled pretended. "But I have to go now."I still couldn't believe that I kissed this killer.It was so ... weird, I didn't expect to think about it that much.He was good at kissing, I had to admit it.But that wouldn't save him from prison."So early? I'm flying for Italy tomorrow. Let's have some fun tonight." he suggested. “Why don't you stay here with me? Besides a restaurant, this is ....""One of your houses. I know. Thank you, but I don't want to ...."As I said this, he kissed me again.His lips touched mine. Not innocently, like a tease but hot, fiery, passionate and powerful."Stop." I said, pulling away from him. "I thought I wanted it, but no....""No, on what?" he asked."These kisses ... they are too nice.""You're right." he said immediately."So I don't think we s
AFTER 2 HOURSLAURA P.O.VI woke up.On a private plane.What ... what happened?"Where am I? Where are you taking me?" I shouted.Nobody answered.I was alone here.The room had 4 luxury leather seats.There were other rooms, but I couldn't get up to look at them because I was tied to one of the seats.Did these freaks want me to feel the luxurious life before they blew my brain?I wanted to spit in their faces before that.But I felt weak.These were the only people who could bring me back to the weak, scared girl I was a year ago.They took everything from me.They took away my happiness.They killed the man I loved.Just when we were happiest.I was raped.They were hitting me almost to dead.They destroyed me both externally and internally.I wanted to send them to hell.I didn't notice when tears began to come out of my eyes.And
IN MIAMI...IN FRONT OF LAURA'S APPARTMENTBRIAN P.O.V.I stopped my car in front of Laura's apartment and got out of it.It was dark, but I couldn't wait until tomorrow.I'm sorry, boss.I went to the door and knocked.As I guessed, no one opened up.Laura was not here.I went to her car and tried to open it."What? But ... how is this possible? She wouldn't ... she wouldn't leave her car like that."ON THE PLANELAURA P.O.V.He took my hand and squeezed it."You thought you'd be able to hit me?" he laughed. "You're very predictable, sweetie."He was literally breathing down my neck. He was looking me in the eyes with his typical gaze as he squeezing my hand.He was breathing hard, which made my body heavier, to take in more air.I hated my body for reacting that way to his.After a few seconds, he let go of my hand.I looked around. I saw the tray and took the glass fu
AT RICHARD VALENTINO'S MANSIONLAURA P.O.V.We have arrived. In my prison.He had to be behind bars, but instead I was under his control.Yes, I was in Italy with him as it shout be, but things went differently than planned.I didn't know what to expect from this man. He wasn't listening to anyone. He was a monster in all his form. He didn't care what was my opinion.As I entered through the front door on the east facade, I passed into a grand hallway. The predominant colors are dark with tan and gold highlights. This combination of colors is repeated throughout both floors of the house. The tall, heavy, varnished wood doors have as the top panel, colored glass panes of amber, blue and pink, in a geometric design. On either side of the main doors are smaller, longer versions of the colored glass windows.Off the main hallway, to the right, there was a large sitting room.This room contains original wallpaper including ceiling panels of
IN THE GARDEN OF THE MANSIONLAURA P.O.V.John led me out into the yard.It was so large.There were even fucking fountains in the distance."It's part of the yard. At the back of the mansion is the garden and the stables." said John, waiting for my answer.I didn't answer him, although it was the most beautiful yard I have ever seen."Have you ever ridden a horse, Laura?" he asked me.This question immediately took me to the past.Yes, I've been riding. I loved riding horses.Before. When Jack and I lived outside the big cities."Actually, yes. More than a year ago." I said quickly."That's great, do you want to try one of our horses?"It made me nervous when he was trying to be nice.I was here against my will, and he was even trying to impress me.I know my mission was exactly to come here, but I didn't imagine it that way.It had to be different. It had to be my way, not in a captive.
ON THE NEXT MORNING."Get up, darling." Margaret patted me on the shoulder. "Breakfast is ready. I was told to wake you, you will leave early."God, that was right. We were going for a walk in Rome.Apparently Richard wasn't bluffing."Okay, okay ... I'm getting up." I muttered in my sleep.After a few minutes I had to get up.I went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, straightened my hair, put on jeans and a white one-shoulder tank top, and went downstairs.There really was breakfast in the kitchen. And not just breakfast. There was a lot of food on the table."Good morning, darling." Margaret greeted me."Good morning. Are we all going to have breakfast?" I asked."Oh, no. Richie's already had breakfast, and so is John. It's for you. Richard wanted me to do anything for you because he didn't know what you liked."There really was everything on the table. Pancakes with different types of syrups to them. Scrambled eg
AT ROMELAURA P.O.V."Have you ever tossed a coin?" I repeated."Yes. Always before going somewhere.""Why?" I asked."I drop one coin each time before I go somewhere." he said, looking at his reflection in the water. "Hoping to return here alive.""Will you serve me with a coin? I want to try.""Of course." he reached into his pocket and pulled out a few coins. "Take as much as you want and don't tell me. Keep the rest to yourself." he told me.I did it.I took as much as I decided.Only I knew how much.I didn't know if this fountain really was making wishes come true, but one thing was for sure - it was magically beautiful.That was enough distraction.I had to do it.To run away.There was no way I could continue this mission.I didn't have a phone.I had no connection with my boss and my other colleagues.I had no weapon.I had no money.Things got out o
IN THE MANSIONLAURA P.O.V.We returned and Margaret immediately greeted us at the door."Hello." she smiled at us."Hello, Margaret.""Dinner is ready. I made it especially for you.""Actually, I'm not hungry. I'll go up to my office." Richard said and left.I bowed my head.I didn't know why I felt this guilt.He was a criminal."What is up with him?" Margaret asked anxiously.We went to the kitchen, made tea and sat down.Then I told her I had tried to escape.She didn't reproach me.She even said she understood me.I didn't have to feel guilty for trying to save myself.I didn't feel such guilt.Then I told her about the conversation involving Richard's mother."And then he just froze. He didn't want to talk anymore. He didn't talk all the way here." I told her.She also got sad.I saw it in her eyes."Don't worry. It will pass. He just thought of a
IN THE MANSIONLAURA P.O.V.We returned and Margaret immediately greeted us at the door."Hello." she smiled at us."Hello, Margaret.""Dinner is ready. I made it especially for you.""Actually, I'm not hungry. I'll go up to my office." Richard said and left.I bowed my head.I didn't know why I felt this guilt.He was a criminal."What is up with him?" Margaret asked anxiously.We went to the kitchen, made tea and sat down.Then I told her I had tried to escape.She didn't reproach me.She even said she understood me.I didn't have to feel guilty for trying to save myself.I didn't feel such guilt.Then I told her about the conversation involving Richard's mother."And then he just froze. He didn't want to talk anymore. He didn't talk all the way here." I told her.She also got sad.I saw it in her eyes."Don't worry. It will pass. He just thought of a
AT ROMELAURA P.O.V."Have you ever tossed a coin?" I repeated."Yes. Always before going somewhere.""Why?" I asked."I drop one coin each time before I go somewhere." he said, looking at his reflection in the water. "Hoping to return here alive.""Will you serve me with a coin? I want to try.""Of course." he reached into his pocket and pulled out a few coins. "Take as much as you want and don't tell me. Keep the rest to yourself." he told me.I did it.I took as much as I decided.Only I knew how much.I didn't know if this fountain really was making wishes come true, but one thing was for sure - it was magically beautiful.That was enough distraction.I had to do it.To run away.There was no way I could continue this mission.I didn't have a phone.I had no connection with my boss and my other colleagues.I had no weapon.I had no money.Things got out o
ON THE NEXT MORNING."Get up, darling." Margaret patted me on the shoulder. "Breakfast is ready. I was told to wake you, you will leave early."God, that was right. We were going for a walk in Rome.Apparently Richard wasn't bluffing."Okay, okay ... I'm getting up." I muttered in my sleep.After a few minutes I had to get up.I went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, straightened my hair, put on jeans and a white one-shoulder tank top, and went downstairs.There really was breakfast in the kitchen. And not just breakfast. There was a lot of food on the table."Good morning, darling." Margaret greeted me."Good morning. Are we all going to have breakfast?" I asked."Oh, no. Richie's already had breakfast, and so is John. It's for you. Richard wanted me to do anything for you because he didn't know what you liked."There really was everything on the table. Pancakes with different types of syrups to them. Scrambled eg
IN THE GARDEN OF THE MANSIONLAURA P.O.V.John led me out into the yard.It was so large.There were even fucking fountains in the distance."It's part of the yard. At the back of the mansion is the garden and the stables." said John, waiting for my answer.I didn't answer him, although it was the most beautiful yard I have ever seen."Have you ever ridden a horse, Laura?" he asked me.This question immediately took me to the past.Yes, I've been riding. I loved riding horses.Before. When Jack and I lived outside the big cities."Actually, yes. More than a year ago." I said quickly."That's great, do you want to try one of our horses?"It made me nervous when he was trying to be nice.I was here against my will, and he was even trying to impress me.I know my mission was exactly to come here, but I didn't imagine it that way.It had to be different. It had to be my way, not in a captive.
AT RICHARD VALENTINO'S MANSIONLAURA P.O.V.We have arrived. In my prison.He had to be behind bars, but instead I was under his control.Yes, I was in Italy with him as it shout be, but things went differently than planned.I didn't know what to expect from this man. He wasn't listening to anyone. He was a monster in all his form. He didn't care what was my opinion.As I entered through the front door on the east facade, I passed into a grand hallway. The predominant colors are dark with tan and gold highlights. This combination of colors is repeated throughout both floors of the house. The tall, heavy, varnished wood doors have as the top panel, colored glass panes of amber, blue and pink, in a geometric design. On either side of the main doors are smaller, longer versions of the colored glass windows.Off the main hallway, to the right, there was a large sitting room.This room contains original wallpaper including ceiling panels of
IN MIAMI...IN FRONT OF LAURA'S APPARTMENTBRIAN P.O.V.I stopped my car in front of Laura's apartment and got out of it.It was dark, but I couldn't wait until tomorrow.I'm sorry, boss.I went to the door and knocked.As I guessed, no one opened up.Laura was not here.I went to her car and tried to open it."What? But ... how is this possible? She wouldn't ... she wouldn't leave her car like that."ON THE PLANELAURA P.O.V.He took my hand and squeezed it."You thought you'd be able to hit me?" he laughed. "You're very predictable, sweetie."He was literally breathing down my neck. He was looking me in the eyes with his typical gaze as he squeezing my hand.He was breathing hard, which made my body heavier, to take in more air.I hated my body for reacting that way to his.After a few seconds, he let go of my hand.I looked around. I saw the tray and took the glass fu
AFTER 2 HOURSLAURA P.O.VI woke up.On a private plane.What ... what happened?"Where am I? Where are you taking me?" I shouted.Nobody answered.I was alone here.The room had 4 luxury leather seats.There were other rooms, but I couldn't get up to look at them because I was tied to one of the seats.Did these freaks want me to feel the luxurious life before they blew my brain?I wanted to spit in their faces before that.But I felt weak.These were the only people who could bring me back to the weak, scared girl I was a year ago.They took everything from me.They took away my happiness.They killed the man I loved.Just when we were happiest.I was raped.They were hitting me almost to dead.They destroyed me both externally and internally.I wanted to send them to hell.I didn't notice when tears began to come out of my eyes.And
We stared at each other in odd way, as if we were in a silent argument."Thank you for this beautiful dinner, Richard." I smiled pretended. "But I have to go now."I still couldn't believe that I kissed this killer.It was so ... weird, I didn't expect to think about it that much.He was good at kissing, I had to admit it.But that wouldn't save him from prison."So early? I'm flying for Italy tomorrow. Let's have some fun tonight." he suggested. “Why don't you stay here with me? Besides a restaurant, this is ....""One of your houses. I know. Thank you, but I don't want to ...."As I said this, he kissed me again.His lips touched mine. Not innocently, like a tease but hot, fiery, passionate and powerful."Stop." I said, pulling away from him. "I thought I wanted it, but no....""No, on what?" he asked."These kisses ... they are too nice.""You're right." he said immediately."So I don't think we s
LAURA P.O.V.Everything went exactly according to plan.I intrigued him.That was how you could intrigue a criminal, wasn't it?People like him thought they could have any woman, that any woman would fall at their feet.But I wasn't such a woman. I was going to put him in jail.My next move had to be very thoughtful. I would go to the dinner he invited me to, but I had to behave differently from most of the girls he dated, so he wouldn't lose interest quickly.ON THE NEXT DAY.I went out with my friend Emma before the meeting."So you're going out tonight?" Emma asked me."Yes". I replied."And if all went well, when will we see each others?""I don't know, Em. When I catch him and put him in jail. I'm praying everything will go well.""I believe you can do it. You always do it. And this man, Richard ... what does he look like?""He's ..." I thought. "He's the typical ...""A man who know