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Amelia's POV

I sighed, walking out of the Alessandro's room as I made my way downstairs.

Fuck that Don! Didn't he mention he had no wife? Who was Regina then?

"Hi." A feline voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I turned around to see a lady of my age.

She waved at me but I hissed, moving away. I hated making friends and being betrayed by Julian, I've learnt my lessons the hard way.

"You don't have to pretend to be stubborn, girlie." The lady mentioned, walking past me. I scoffed, expecting her to leave but she halted in her steps instead, facing me.

"What do you want?" I folded my arms across my chest, rolling my eyes at her.

"I'm Vesper. And you are?"

"Sorry, but I don't make friends."

She shook her head, chuckling. "I guess the Don's dick had driven you crazy."

"Uh? What did you just say?" I widened my brow, pulling her by the air but she grabbed my neck and pinned me on the floor in one go.

Hah, I guess this bitch was stronger.

"Get off me, you heavy ass!" I yelled, trying to push her off but she remained still, her butt on my tummy.

"Hey, I'd advise you get your butt off me. You're making me choke." I groaned, sighing deeply.

"Your name?"

"Like seriously?"

She stood up, tucking some strands of her hair behind her hair. "I don't really like making friends too but this place had been fucking lonely. I have noone to talk to save for the rude maids, their company is nothing but disastrous. We end up... strangling eachother."

I rolled my eyes at her, sizing her up. "Have you ever thought of visiting the gym, you know…." I shrugged, pointing at her large boobs which obviously, was beyond the bra's capability.

"The Don must love you this way." I chuckled, suddenly getting jealous. Who knows what he was doing with Regina in his room, alone and locked up?

"The Don doesn't like bitches like me." Vesper replied, letting out a dry laughter.

"You liar!" I rasped, placing my hands on my waist. "You've fucked him, tell me the truth, Vesper." I demanded, a frown settling in my face.

"Don't tell me you're jealous?"

"Shut it!" I waved her away, "I want to be alone."

"And I need company. Let's bond, baby girl." Vesper insisted as I sat in the living room.

I squinted my eyes at her, huffing. "I think you want something from me, Vesper."

She sat beside me, turning my face to look at her. We stared at eachother for a while before I shoved her hand away.

"I really have to think of my life right now, Vesper. It's not so easy to come on terms with my new life."

"As the Don's sex slave?" She raised a brow, "Tsk tsk, I can feel your pain, darling. It's not so easy fucking the Don," she pulled me closer, whispering into my ear. "I've heard it from others that his dick can tear off one's pussy. Tell me, is yours torn?"

"You could just strip me of my pantie and check to satisfy your curiosity." I blurted, my dark eyes squinted at her.

"Do you even have a pantie on?"

"Uh, you bitch!" I snapped, hitting her on the arm.

She pulled me closer, whispering into my ear. "I have a plan, girlie."

"What's that?" I asked, getting a bit curious.

"We could escape from here."

"What do you mean?" I darted my brows, looking around to check if anyone was watching.

"Noone can hear us, I just whispered."

"There are cameras, Vesper. Don't get me into more trouble." I warned, raising my finger at her.

This girl...she looks so suspicious.

"I guess you love being stuck in here. Let's work together, scheme a plan and get the hell outta here!"

I sat in my room— one being given to me by Alessandro himself. It wasn't so nice but was comfortable than the hole where I lived at the suburbs of Italy.

I paced around the room, my mind wandering to what Vesper had said. It kinda made some sense but I still felt uncomfortable with the idea.

Escaping here wouldn't be so easy and if Alessandro finds out, I'll be a dead meat. Right now, my life mattered most, still I had to take some risks if I ever wanted to live a good life. Live like a normal lady— stay away from the preying eyes of the Mafia.

Can I ever break free?

Alessandro mentioned that the Russo Underground Mafia was after my life. If I leave here, wouldn't that mean endangering my life?— the one thing I wanted to protect.

Snapping me out of my thoughts, Regina bumped into my room. I looked up at her angry face; her hair was quite a mess and I could smell Alessandro's cologne waft through the my nose.

They just had sex together, it was so clear. I gritted my teeth, my fists tightening by my side.

Hadn't he had enough with me? Why would he go around fucking others when he had my cunt?

Ah, I guess I'm taking things too far. I should just let go of the unnecessary jealousy.

I was nothing but Alessandro's slave, his toy.

"Have you heard of a thing called 'knocking'?" I grunted, raising a brow.

"What were you doing in Alessandro's room earlier?" Regina demanded angrily, while I chuckled, moving closer to her.

I patted her shoulder, shaking her head. "We fucked eachother so hard, baby. He licked my wet cunt." I smirked, watching her face flushed with anger.

I groaned as she grabbed my hair tightly, spitting on my face.

"Why are you so angry, kitten?" I cocked my head forward, cupping her cheeks.

"Argh!" She sneered, pushing me away while I landed on the floor, my body making a loud thud.

Fuck, my stamina! Well, what happens when you haven't eaten in three days?

"How dare you fuck my man?"

"Sorry, Regina but your man's dick is for every girl in this mafia." I answered, a stoic expression on my face. I tried to stand up but the bitch kicked me off.

Oh, Regina. Why do you behave like a man? So tough.

"The last time I checked, you're not a part of this mafia group."

I chuckled, nodding my head. "Guess he didn't tell you about me. I'm Don DeMarco's sex slave and my job is to satisfy him sexually. When you stormed in earlier like the ill-mannered cat you are, the Don and I were in the middle of something. He can't do without fucking me because I'm sweet in the middle, kitten."

"You shameless whore!" She made to slap me on the face but my words made her stop.

"You can only hit me if you have your pantie on. When the Don fucks you, he leaves your pussy naked, so prove a thing to me, kitten. Make me believe you're so smart and tell me you remembered to pull up your pantie after he fucked you." I challenged her. I could see the frustration on her face, I was pushing her to the wall and I knew it.

She could be stronger than I was but I had my sharp tongue— my shield.

Her claws dug into my skin, her gaze holding an aura I clearly could decipher.

She was mad, completely furious and I loved the fact that I had got her upset.

That's what she gets for messing with my man.

Wait, what did I just say? Alessandro was mine?

Dream on, Amelia. You're nothing but his sex toy.

She punched me on the face and the last thing I heard were her venomous words.

"What's going on? Where am I?" I winced, holding my head which was thudding madly with a migraine.

I looked around the room which didn't look like mine. I was in Alessandro's room, the smell of his cologne made me know as it hung in the air.

Wait, how did I get here?

There stood Regina, her arms wrapped around Alessandro's. She had her upper arm bandaged and she kept dabbing at her fake tears with Alessandro's sleeves.

"What happened?" I asked again, waiting for either of them to speak but they remained quiet. One with a cold glare and the other with her face stained with crocodile tears.

Oh kitten, you're making a mess of your mascara.

"Oh my arm hurts, baby. She stabbed me with a knife, this witch tried to kill me." Regina cried.

I widened my brow in shock, sitting up but the pain that stung me on the cheeks got me laying back on the bed.

My left cheek; that was the spot where Regina had punched me earlier. How dare her lie now? I never tried to kill her!

"Can you explain to me why you did this, Amelia?"

Oh, Alessandro doesn't believe me too?

"I swear, she's lying. I never did anything to her. Instead, she was the one who punched me on the face." I tried to defend myself but it wasn't working at all.

Alessandro remained unconvinced and Regina was making a hell of the whole scenario as she wouldn't stop with her tears.

"I was only trying to defend myself, Sandro. If I hadn't punched her on the face, this witch would have stabbed me on the chest!" Regina screamed, breaking down in more tears.

My mouth hung in shock as I was completely astounded. Hell, this vixen was damn perfect at telling lies.

She stabbed herself to make it look like I wanted her dead and now, she was even doing worst by lying against me.

Alessandro kissed her on the forehead, pulling her into a hug. My eyelashes fluttered as I watched him do this; the envy, it was still there. The jealousy — it loomed within my soul.

Why do I feel hurt?

I shouldn't be affected if her shows affection to another woman?

"Take her back to the clinic. The wound doesn't look like it would heal anytime soon." Alessandro ordered one of his men who walked in.

Regina sniffed, tugging at his shirt. "Baby, come with me." She purred, pouting like a child.

Damn that innocent look on her face. She was so perfect at maintaining her facade.

Alessandro shook his head, throwing a glare at me. "Not until I deal with this thing." He fumed, his veins popping.

Regina left afterwards, smirking at me as the man led her out of the room.

Fucking bitch!

I moved backwards, clutching the sheets tightly.

"Hah!" I screamed when he gripped my throat tightly, reaching for his whip. He tore off the dress on me, leaving me half-naked.

I shuddered in fear, clasping my palms together. "Believe me, Alessandro, she's lying."

He whipped me on the thigh, "It's 'Master' for you, Amelia!"

No more, amoretto?

"Please don't punish me, master." I pleaded, my face wet with tears.

The anger on his face disappeared and now, his playboy smirk was back again.

He turned me around, making my ass face his groin.

"You just bend over while I ram your fucking pussy."