Her Pov:
" You are not going anywhere, Rosalina." " What do you mean?" I furrow my brows as I look at him for my answer. " It simply means that you are staying here. What part do you not understand?" His eyes on his phone as he answers. " But it's already late and.." " And what Rosalina?" His eyes rise from his phone as it strikes upon me. " And I need to sleep..." As I am freaking tired from all the journey and his psychotic behaviour. " Well, I am not stopping you from sleeping. You can sleep if you want to." " And where will you sleep then?" " This is my room, Rosalina. Where do you think I will sleep?" His voice laced with humour. Wow! He's indeed having fun. " I am not sleeping here!" I let him know being determined. No way in hell I would sleep with him in the same room. How did he even think that I would sleep here! " Oh, but you are Rosalina. You are sleeping here!" His eyes on me as he lets me know his decision. " But why in here?? This is a whole freaking mansion ! Why do I have to stay in this room?" Saying this, I turn away from him to open the door and leave the hell out of here " I dare you, Rosalina. Try getting out of here and I will fuck you till you won't be able to stand on your feet ." And I freeze. I slowly turn to look at him to make sure if he's being serious, but hell, he seems to be bound serious . " But... But why will I stay here when there are plenty of rooms unused?" He raises a brow at that. " I don't need to answer you, Rosalina. I didn't ask you. I told you that you are staying here. And you are." A smirk takes over his face, his eyes shamelessly roam around on my body. " Unless you want to meet the consequences. " I look at him with shock as his eyes go back to his phone. I am literally standing on the doorstep with my hand on the knob but I can't go out. And he knows it very well. I can tell he's a man of his words. I can tell if he wants to, he will show me that his words aren't just empty threats. The fight leaves my body as I don't want anything worse to come to me. I want him to get bored of me as soon as possible. So that he lets me go and I can't afford any drama at the moment. I move away from the door and go to the other door of the room. Well, I thought it to be a bathroom that it is but just bigger than a whole room. I freshen up and notice another door in the bathroom. I open it, and oh my, it's a whole walk-in closet. And it has my clothes as well. Well, the ones he bought for me and I packed them. When did they switch it to here! I guess the maids weren't just for show. I wear pajamas and get out of the bathroom and gasp in shock. Leonardo is standing in the middle of the room in just his sweatpants as he's taking off his shirt. His abs on show as he looks as breathtaking as he does. Tattoes adorning his biceps his chest and also a little area of his back. His large shoulders and biceps tense with every movement he makes to take off his shirt. Feeling my cheeks burn in embarrassment, I turn away from him. " Come to sleep, rosalina. It's late already." His voice Low deep and a little sleepy. I get out of the bathroom and find him lying on bed shirtless, his huge arm resting on his face, blocking the view of his face. My eyes fall on the divan. Should I just... " Come to the bed, Rosalina. Don't make me repeat myself." I ignore his words as I take a step towards the divan. He moves his arm from his face as he looks at me watching my every movement. " Do you want me to carry you to bed?" I let go a long breath of disappointment as I shake my head and lie down on the bed. Almost on the edge of the bed. Keeping as much space as possible in between us. My heart keeps thundering as I give him my back and lie sideway. This is the first time we are sharing bed. Or even a room. Even when I try to deny it I am nervous, scared, and anxious at the same time. I am nervous to share the same bed with a man. The same man who forced himself on me on the very first day we met. Scared that I will be used again. Scared that I will be ruined again. And anxious for something I can't really put a word to. But he doesn't move from his side. He lies on his side and doesn't attempt to move closer or even touch me. I thought I won't be able to sleep tonight anymore. But my tiredness took the best out of me as sleep takes over me. .... I can hear someone calling my name. It sounds like it is coming from another universe. Oh god! Such an annoying voice! It keeps calling my name. Wait... I slowly open my eyes and sit up stiffly only to find a middle-aged maid standing in front of me. " You're awake. Sir told me to wake you up for breakfast." She speaks up. " Sir?" I ask her while rubbing my eyes. " Yeah.. David Sir." She answers, and I look at her. I thought to ask her about Leonardo, but I don't. I know I have no right to ask this question. I am not even a person to him. Just a property. Like he said yesterday. And property doesn't keep the right to ask about its owner. I nod and tell her that I am coming before she leaves, and I freshen up. This time, I managed to find the staircase as I got down, and a maid escorted me to the dining room. I find David there. I take a seat opposite of him after wishing him good morning back and start to have my breakfast. No one else is having breakfast except us. So we have a small talk about things while having breakfast before he asks the question. The question I keep asking myself. The question I know the answer of. But do I really know the answer to it? " So Rosalina, if I am not wrong, you are from the US?" He asks while having a sip of his green tea. " Um yeah..." I reply, not paying much attention to him and trying to eat a pancake. " So how come you are in Italy? And how you are with my brother?" And my eyes shot up to him. Wait does that mean he doesn't know that Leonardo bought me from a fucking auction! " Hey, don't mind. You just do not look like the type my brother would pursue." His voice brings me back to present, and I smile and ignore his question. Even I have no idea what I am doing with his brother. I don't know why he's keeping me with him when, according to David, I am not even the type of woman he goes for. I do not understand his intention of caging me with him. At first I thought it's about the money. But after I came here, is it really for the money? It's not that I know what I will do when he hands me over my passport. I don't know. I really don't. Actually, I don't know what I am even living for right now. Every night, I have nightmares. I don't know after how long I slept last night. Can I really live like this? I don't know and I have no answer to it. When I don't know the answer of his question myself how could I reply to him?Her Pov:The whole day passed by doing nothing. I am so hell bored, but there's literally nothing I can do about that. I tried to watch the TV, but I was never a telephile, so I gave up after a while.Back in the US, I didn't even have time to get bored. Classes, studies, part-time jobs, and Antonio ...My chest tightens from the memories as I try to push them on the back of my head.How strange it is, isn't it? The memories you once used to live for can turn into the reason that kills you from within with every passing second! Even when I try my best to not think I can't help myself. Sometimes, I wonder if I would still choose Antonio once again if I knew the events would turn out like this?Tears threaten to gather in my eyes as I try to shake that thought off my head. No... I won't think ... I don't want to think anymore...But boredom is getting the best of me. I tried to talk with the maids, but they were so busy with their work that they showed no interest in talking with me.
Her Pov:I open my eyes after how long I don't know. Itfeels like I am living in a haze. I don't knowwhen I am awake or when I am sleeping. It'salways like being in the middle of a dreamand a reality.As I open my eyes, I try to get up, but I don'thave any strength to even move. Afterattempting a number of times, I finally get upfrom my sleeping posture and sit up using thewall as my support.I sit up and look around the small dark room.It's so dark that only a dim light is there. Myeyes move to the door of the room. It's theonly way of getting in or out.Without the door, there's nothing in the room.Just a mattress on the floor, and that's it.There's no window in the room, so I can't tell ifit's day or night. It's not that I care, though.My gaze shifts to the abandoned plate offood in front of the door, and I try to get up.My body hurts with every move as I struggleto stand on my feet.Leaning on the wall taking support, I finally stand up and try to walk towards th
His Pov:I sigh as the car parks in front of the venue. I usually hate this type of event, and I never attended them in the past. But this time, it needs to be done, and I need to attend the event. If it wasn't serious father wouldn't have send me here. Being the son of the leader of the Italian Mafia has given me a lot of things along with the responsibilities. Therefore, even if I personally hate it I didn't argue with father on the topic as I also know, we need to seal the deal with the Russians.Ethan Volcov, is a higher up in the Russian Mafia who reportedly is going to attend the event.My work is to attract his attention and have an introduction with him for a better chance of sealing the deal. I take a deep breath as I come out of the car and walk into the so-called venue.This is another stupid event of selling prostitutes to the elites of the society. To be precise to the scums of the society. But it can't be denied that this is the event you can find most of the influentia
Her Pov:I don't know what drug they put me on but I can still feel things around me see things even though they are blurry and can hear things even though they feel like they are coming from another world but yeah. I can walk as well, but I don't have much of my balance.Previously, whenever they injected me something, I lost my total sense and couldn't remember or feel anything. I would be like dead at the time.But this time it feels lighter than the previous ones. This time, I can tell things. I don't know if it's a good thing, though.They got me ready and blindfold me before taking me to somewhere.I don't know where they took me, but I could hear people talking and even naming prices.It took me a long while to understand that they were naming prices for me. But I couldn't react as the drug was slowly taking me over. A woman behind me was holding me as I was loosing my senses to even move a muscle of my body.The last thing I heard is " Sold". Before I lost in the darkness. Wh
His Pov: I chain up my pants as she gets up and goes to the washroom. Honestly, I don't know why the hell I did that.I usually don't lose control and never do anything without giving it several thoughts. I never in my life bought any prostitute or forced myself on anyone. Women always went crazy over me and could do anything to get just a glance from me. I have just had one night stands and never slept with a woman twice in my life. I had sex just for some fun and ended it just in there. For the first time, I bought someone with money, and honestly, even I don't know what I planned to do with her. But I definitely didn't plan to sleep with her or even touch her. But when she continuously started to beg me to let her go and give her passport back to her, something shifted in my mind.If she didn't beg, I could even consider this, but her seemingly not wanting me even after being used by several people got me on my edge. I didn't like that she didn't want me. But what got me off w
Her Pov: It has been around ten days since I have been here. Most of the time he doesn't stay at the house and I love it as I don't like to have him around me. He intimidates me too much and makes me really nervous for some reason. Whenever he's in the house I often catch his eyes on me and he doesn't even move them away as if he couldn't care less. It feels like he isn't watching me but more like studying me. He hasn't touched me again since the first day and sleeps in the separate room as well. I think he started to grow bored of me and I am also trying to behave according to him so that I can get rid of this soon and leave for the US as they handed him my passport. Well I tried to find ways to run away when he was not at home. But he locked the door from the outside and there's no other way to get out. The apartment is I guess on the 17th or 18th floor as it's very high I can't climb down or anything. Anyway what would I do running away as I don't have my passport with m
Her Pov:And he stands up as he takes the last drag of his cigarette and crashes it under his shoe. His hazal eyes are way too calm, as if he knows what effect he's having on me. He takes a step towards me, and I take a step back on instinct. He raises a brow at that. He takes another two steps, and I try to run towards the door. I don't know what's on his mind, but I can tell whatever it is, it won't be beneficial for me. He scares me, especially after that night. I don't want to be used again. I don't want to be used anymore by anyone. But before I could tell within a second, he's on me slamming me against the door hard while pinning my both hands above my hand with only his one hand.I struggle to free myself as I can feel him against me. " Don't move, Rosalina." His voice breathy and so deep.He takes a moment as if calming himself down before using a finger of his other hand on my chin to make me look up at him. He makes me look at him using his firm hold on my jaw as he look