ChiaraThe last thing I expected to see roaming around the halls of the mansion is Alessio, and the last state I expected him to be in is bloody and wounded.Everything just slips out of my head. The fact that he’s a mafia boss, a possible murderer, and the very person who spared me but kept me captive anyway. All I’m seeing right now is a man who needs help.So without hesitation, I rush over to him and touch his chest, feeling the blood squelching in his shirt.“Come on, tell me where I can take you,” I mutter in a shaky voice. “Or maybe we have to call the--”The rest of my words get cut when Alessio grabs my wrists and stops me from touching him. His eyes are flashing from behind the mask, wide with what looks like shock.“Are you hurt?” he asks me. “Are you alright?”“What?” My heart drops to my stomach in confusion. “I’m . . . okay. But you’re not. Should I tell the others to call an ambulance?”“No,” he hisses, dropping my hands and staring at me intently. “Why are you not hurt
ChiaraI stare at Alessio, wondering if he’s serious or if he’s just playing with me. I wait for him to tell me the punchline, but he just holds my gaze with his hand under his chin.At that moment, I would have given everything I have just to take that mask off and see his face.As though sensing where my thoughts are going, Alessio huffs and says, “Well, what do you want? I don’t have all day.”I swallow hard, blinking rapidly to shake off the daze that seems to have been put upon me by his eyes. “I . . . want to be free from here.”“You know I can’t do that.” He laughs, getting up and gathering his bloody clothes. “Besides, what are you going to do while you’re out there?”That completely stumps me. What am I going to do out there? Go back to the strip club and earn measly money to hope that one day it would accumulate well and give me a chance to start over?“I’ve always wanted to go back to college,” I whisper. “I had to drop out before.”“Then I’ll send you to college,” he says
Chiara"I've been looking everywhere for you," the man says, crouching to be level with me. "It's nice to finally see you again, you little bitch."I try to get up from the ground but my shaking legs won't let me. Fia is shifting her gaze from me to him, looking confused, but she can't react because the men are keeping her at bay. Our eyes meet and we come to a general consensus: run.A burst of energy courses through my body. Somehow I manage to pull myself up and get into a steady sprint immediately. I look behind me and notice that Fia is running in the opposite direction, and the three men are following her. Meanwhile, my old client is still after me, glaring at me like some sort of a predator.Fuck. I can't believe that this asshole found me. And I can't believe I got my one-day-old friend into trouble because of this.I don't know where I'm going. This place is totally unfamiliar, but I find myself swerving into corners and slipping through alleys, occasionally bursting into cr
ChiaraAlessio’s sudden action freezes me to my spot, my eyes wide and my hands clenched into nervous fists. I let out a breath, trying to control my emotions and keep them from spiraling, but then a sob escapes my lips. Followed by another.Before I knew it, I’m already crying in his arms.The pain from knowing that Dad abandoned me for good, the fear of getting violated by a man from a job I didn’t want . . . they all come crashing down, tightening into a lump in my throat. I find myself holding onto him for dear life, and he holds me tenderly, like he understands how breakable I can be.After what seemed like forever, he lets me go. I look up at him, but I realize that his gaze is fixated on the man who almost assaulted me.I swallow hard. “Alessio. . . .”Before I can say anything more, Gio and Fia appear at the other end of the alley.“Chiara!” she breathes out, and she runs towards me, hugging me and cupping my face. “Oh, god, you’re bleeding.” Tears start to brim her eyes. “I’m
ChiaraI slowly back away from the man, my pulse racing. I run my gaze over his face, and the more I look at him, the less his features make sense. He’s handsome, incredibly so, but there’s something different. Something that makes the alarm bells in my head ring.He closes the distance between us and steps forward, still grinning down at me. “Relax, beautiful. What’s the rush?”“Nothing,” I stammer. “I have to get back. My . . . friend must be looking for me.”“Friend who?” he asks gently, still taking slow steps forward. “It doesn’t seem like you have a friend anywhere.”I swallow hard. I’m scared beyond words. I can feel myself starting to shut down with fear, and he seems to be enjoying it. Subtly, I glance behind me to check if I have a clear exit, but when I look back at him again, our faces are only inches apart.With a small cry, I stagger back and nearly fall over. To my surprise, he catches me by the waist and pulls me close.All at once, I’m hit by his scent. Musk and amber
AlessioChiara’s hand gently traces the edge of my mask, and my whole body goes tense. Everything in my head tells me that I should push her hand away, but there’s this mall voice inside my head that’s urging her to happen, wanting it to be over. . . .But then the door opens and I jump away from Chiara.I face the door, ready to be either angry or relieved, then I see Gio walking in casually. When he sees Chiara and me, he stops and awkwardly winces. “I’m sorry, Master. I should head back out--”“No, stay,” I say, and relief takes over. I face Chiara, who is staring at the floor. Now I feel horribly awkward just standing here. “You may leave now, Chiara. We’ll talk again soon.”Without another word, she promptly gets out of my office and closes the door behind her. Gio stares at the closed door before turning to me. “What happened, Master?”“We just negotiated,” I say airily, but my face feels hot. Fuck. I shouldn’t have trusted myself to be alone with her. She does things to me. Rea
Chiara“Be my girlfriend.”The initial shock of Alessio just entering my room like some kind of rogue animal already had my heart pumping like crazy, but the words he said hit me in a different way entirely.I stare at him with my mouth wide open. He’s still holding my shoulders, which is keeping me upright pretty successfully, but I still feel like I need to lie down or else I will faint right by his feet and never wake up.Is this a fever dream? Am I imagining things? I didn’t have breakfast, so maybe I’m having a hunger-induced hallucination?“Chiara?” Alessio prompts, shaking me. “Did you hear me?”“Huh?” I say absently. “What were you saying?”He exhales and lets me go. “I said, be my girlfriend. Do you have trouble hearing or did I stutter?”“You did not stutter.” I swallow hard. “It’s very clear now. It’s just that . . . what the fuck?”“What the fuck, what?” he demands. “Do you think that is a request? Because no. I came here to tell you that you are now my girlfriend. Now com
Chiara The sudden impact of my head hitting the wall brings a wave of nausea down my body. For a moment all I can do is blink and try to get rid of the specks that dance in my eyes. Noemi and Vittoria loom over me, closing the door behind them. “You fucking bitch,” Vittoria mutters. “I don’t know what gave you this arrogance but I’m going to beat it out of you!” With that, she reaches over and pulls my hair, but I catch her wrist just in time. Noemi sneaks out of nowhere and grabs the back of my shirt, tugging it hard and causing the neckline to push against my throat. I start to choke, and Vittoria takes that as her chance to pull me to my feet by my hair. She slaps me once, and in a daze, I try to retaliate by doing the same. But this just causes her to pull my sleeve and rip the seams of my shirt. They both laugh, and Noemi starts to tug down my pants, stripping me against my will. I know what they’re about to do. This is something they always took part in at Monamour when the