*Lucia*Shame.Despair.Pain.They were all emotions that had become so familiar to me it was almost like I couldn't do without them. I wish I could say that I felt nothing, standing in a room full of ruthless and arrogant mafia lords, waiting to be bought by one of them at this disheartening auction but the truth was that I felt something. I actually felt a lot of things. And the leading emotion happened to be an intense sense of betrayal.It was funny how I didn't ever learn from my mistakes. Once again, I thought my life was finally getting better. That despite my unfortunate destiny as an orphan which just happened to be one of the most pitiful rankings in the entire world, I was finally getting to a better place. It had all been a dream though.An extremely far fetched dream.I grunted in pain as the asshole behind me tugged on my rope. I muttered a curse under my breath, instantly regretting it the second a dirty slap landed loudly on my cheek. I bit down on my lower lip, trying
*Lucia*I stared helplessly into the night, waiting for Jason to show up. I was hiding behind a tree in a place where I could easily see anyone who came out of the house. Jason and I had planned to escape together after realizing just this afternoon that his uncle wanted us both dead. I inhaled a silent breath, my head beginning to hurt with worry as different negative thoughts began to flood my mind.What if his uncle Aldo was on to us?I didn't have the luxury of owning a phone so I couldn't check what time it was but I was extremely certain that I had been standing there for more than an hour now. I wondered briefly if I should walk back inside. I could just say that I had stepped out to trash the dirt if I was caught going back up to my room.Just as I had decided that it was exactly what I was going to do, I spotted Jason waking out of the gate. I quickly stepped into the light and waved my hand so he knew where I was. He turned back to make sure no one was following him and then
*Bruno*The nightclub was a little busy when I walked in. I'd decided not to inform my staff I was coming, wanting to surprise them should they be caught doing something they shouldn't have. Unfortunately for me, there was no shady business going on. Shame, really. I would have really liked to tear someone apart, limb by limb, if only just to forget about the dumb bitch who'd felt she could double cross me. It didn't matter that they were all apparently doing their duties perfectly and wouldn't fall prey to my temper tonight.The cunt was definitely going to pay.I nodded my head in acknowledgement at the bouncers on duty. They knew better than to nod back at me, simply keeping their heads down and avoiding my eyes. They were two of the strongest, most ruthless bouncers a person could find. I walked to the entrance of the club, making sure that everything was exactly where they were supposed to be.From the corner of my eyes, I noticed some of my staff fidgeting, probably praying to t
*Lucia*The men walked around us. My eyes moved from one to another before finally settling on Steve. He held my gaze for a while. He also looked confused, as if his men had turned against him. "You are in no position to ask questions," Rex said. His hand clutched the barrel he held tightly. "One more word, and I'll blow off your skull," his voice was deep, and it kept resounding in my head.Steve gritted his teeth. It was clear that he hated that there was nothing he could do. He must be feeling betrayed. Rex asked him to raise his hand over his head, and he did so without complaint. I still couldn't wrap my head around what just happened. Before I could figure out one or two things, I felt my hands pulled roughly from behind.I turned sharply, and my hands unconsciously went into my sweater, where I had hidden the gun Jason had given me. Maybe he knew that I would be faced with such a situation. Before I could pull it out and defend myself, "Bring her too," I heard Rex before leading
*Bruno*I walked back to take my seat behind my desk. Although I had killed her, I still felt my anger within me. I had trusted her, something I never did. I wore the earphones on my desk and listened to some conversations that were held in the club. Seeing nothing to worry about, I took it off and stood up. I was tossing the lighter in my hand. Maybe I should have had her tortured before making her eat the food.I sighed.I didn't plan to sleep in my private chambers tonight. I would go back home. I had a lot of things to sort out. My eyes moved from one nude painting to the other. I saw a piece I liked and wanted to add to my office. I made a mental note to remind Rave to get them for me. I walked out of the office, placing my lighter in my pocket.I decided to take another walk around the club before returning home. I was already stressed and would like to relax early, but not without fucking an ass. I was already feeling a little hard as I watched a man fucking a sweet ass. I didn'
*Lucia*When I opened my eyes, I was lying in a car that sped past the road. I blinked simultaneously. From the corner of my eye, I could see a man sitting close to me; he kept a straight face as he quietly discussed things with the driver.I couldn't hear what they were saying. I tried to adjust my body quietly but couldn't; I felt a pang of headache. My stomach rumbled quietly, and I placed my hands on it. I was starving. I noticed the piece of cloth that was used to cover my chest. I felt grateful that my exposed chest was covered.I still felt dizzy. Like I sense before falling unconscious. I tried to keep my eyes open as we drove but couldn't. Everything blurred. Slowly, I closed my eyes, and everything faded.The next time I woke up, I was in a room. I was all drenched in water that had been splashed on my face. I sat up immediately, rubbing my eyes as I tried to adjust to the dark room lightened by a dingy blue bulb.I cursed whoever splashed water on me in my head.Just wait; I
*Bruno*I took a long look at her before stepping out of the room. I could see she was conscious of me. She had taken a step back. My eyes lingered on her breast, which had been exposed some time back. I wonder how they would feel under my touch. I didn't want to stay for another moment, so I walked out of the room with Rave. We closed the door behind us. I took slow and steady steps down the stairs, my hands trialing the rack. My eyes moved around my sitting room. I had decided to bring her home. Don't ask why I bought her because I still have no answer to that question.Either way, she has piqued something in me, but I still can't place my hands on it.I took a seat on the chair at the side. Rave sat opposite me. He was quick to light up a cigarette. He puffed out smoke through his mouth and nose. I stared at him briefly before moving my eyes to the wall clock at the side, which ticked slowly. I felt thirsty. I wanted something to drink. I stood up and walked to take a bottle of alco
*Lucia*As he stepped back and walked towards the door, I suddenly thought of an idea. Why not try to repurchase yourself? Since he said he owned me, there should be a way to buy myself. So I caught hold of his hands. Who would have thought that it would end with him pinning me to the wall and staring pervertedly at me? I had seen his eyes on my chest a few times, but right now, it felt so uncomfortable. I placed my hands around my chest. He must be dreaming if he thought he would have his way with me."What are you looking at?" I asked. I was scared of him, but I tried not to show it on my face. I tried to look bold. But I was sure he could see through the facade I was wearing because he had a slight smile on his lips. I wanted to slap that stupid smile off his face. For a while, he didn't respond. He just kept his eye there. Should I push him to the side? I thought. But what if he puts a bullet across my head?His eyes slowly left my chest, and he trailed it up my face. "Why do you
*Lucia* Three weeks passed by in the twinkle of an eye. Everything seems to be a dream. Bruno and I would have been married if it wasn't for Steve's unwelcome visit and me getting kidnapped. Sigh. It was a tough one. And I think I was affected by the kidnapping. We had decided to push back the time for our wedding. We haven't discussed the particular date but I hoped it was soon. I twitched my lips, staring out my bedroom window and getting lost in thought. It seemed like it had only been yesterday when Steve had stormed back into our lives and I'd been kidnapped, Bruno and I would have been married if it wasn't for Steve. I shivered just remembering everything I'd gone through being away and alone for so long. I couldn't even walk around the house without looking to see if anyone was walking behind me. Not to mention, I've also been feeling extremely nauseous lately. And I wasn't even on my. . . My breath stopped. I felt my heart pound as I rushed to the nightstand to pick up my
*Bruno* It was the longest night of my life. I was finally able to bring Lucia home. Looking at her as she lay on the bed, her eyes closed, I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I hate the fact that our wedding was interrupted. If Steve had not interrupted our wedding, then we'd have been in each other's arms. I squeezed the water from the small napkin I held and used it to wipe her face. Her white wedding gown was now brown. She had been in that dress all day. I helped her out of the gown. I didn't want her to be lonely, so I stayed with her all night. She kept tossing and turning. She couldn't sleep comfortably. That I notice. So I took her to the bathtub and placed her in it. She didn't wake up. She must have been so stressed, tired, and hurt. I had failed to take care of her. I dressed her up and placed her on the bed. My hands ached. It was past 5 am when I finally woke up and went downstairs. I had lost three men in the fight yesterday. I was hurt and wished I could go back a
*Lucia* I had given up. I didn't think any miracle would happen. I just realized that this place I was in with Steve may be very far, a place Bruno would never have been able to figure out so easily. Steve had unexplainable joy in his eyes, as if the world was doing him the biggest favor by allowing him to wrap his hands on me. His grip around my neck turned tighter, and air seemed difficult; strength seeped away from me with each minute. But I never stopped struggling, even though it seemed fruitless. Just when I thought it was all over for me, there was a thud; Steve was distracted for a while. He turned to the door quickly, but that thud wasn't enough for him to let me go. But he didn't need to ask, he was soon wrapped and thrown away from me. Bruno. I felt I was seeing things; Bruno was here. Steve's grip around my neck loosened, and I fell to the ground. My hands wrapped around my neck as I struggled for air. “Lucia, are you alright?” Bruno asked, walking to me. I tried to s
*Lucia* He sensed me coming with the rope, but it was too late to duck as I wrapped it firmly around his neck. He wiggled, trying to turn the table, and sure, he was strong, but I didn't want to give him the pleasure of seeing me weak or thinking he was stronger. The light dimmed. “How do you feel now?” I asked. He was low, and his hand was on the rope. I held him tighter. If I allowed him to overpower me for just one moment, I didn't know what he would do. He stopped wiggling. “Having fun?” He asked. His hands were still on the rope. “You bet,” I responded. “You may have to tighten this rope to kill me,” he says, struggling a bit. I liked the fact that he was struggling. “Okay, fun time is over,” he said. His hands moved to mine, and he pressed my hands. His grip was tight and solid. Then, one of his hands moved to the rope, and he easily moved it over his head. I put up a fight. I wasn't going to allow him to get away so easily. So, I quickly wrapped my hands around his ne
*Lucia* His hands fell on the side. He ended the call before Bruno could ask for the location. I struggled on the chair where I was tied. “How did it feel to see your love? I know you've missed him, but don't worry, I'm sure he does too and will soon come to pick you up,” he said. His voice rang in my head. “I never knew your voice could be so irritating. Do you think Bruno is stupid? He will come for me, and you better be prepared,” I said, one side of my lips lifting to the side as I stared directly into his eyes. He didn't react to what I said. He tilted his head to the side and then straightened it. He burst out laughing, his laugh piercing the air. He flung his head from side to side, a big, wide smile on his lips. He was indeed a psycho. “You are being delusional. I wish there was anything I could do to help you. You think Bruno will come for you?” “He will. He always has,” I said, puffing my chest out despite the rope he tied me with. “Don't tell me you are scared of him com
*Bruno* I furrowed my brows when I saw his message. This bastard, my grip around the phone tightened. “What does he want?” Rave asked, stepping close to me to take a look at the text. I extended the phone, giving him a better view but not leaving it completely. “What? He wants to talk over a video call. The nerve of him,” said Rave, his voice a little bit over the top. I dropped my hands to the side. “Let's give him what he wants,” said Jason, standing at the side. It's just a video call; it shouldn't change much.” He sounded sure that there would be changes or that the call would lead us somewhere. The curtains by the window on the other side danced in the air. “Do you even know what you are saying? You want us to agree with his terms, no. We are not going to make him feel superior. He won't tell us what to do," said Rave at the same time. He was facing Jason, who didn't seem to want to stop. “So you say we ignore his message and keep searching for Lucia ourselves?” Rave raised a
*Lucia* My body felt sore all over. The last thing I remember was that I was hit on the head with a gun. Where the hell am I right now? I was laying on something hard and rough. I turned slowly; my body felt trapped in the white gown that I was wearing. I wanted to get rid of the gown. I opened my eyes slowly. It was dark. Wherever this place was, there was no single light. It was pitch black—that dick. I'll skin him alive. I cursed through gritted teeth as I tried to sit up. And the gown was making all my movements uncomfortable. I may not know where I was, but one thing was clear: it wasn't somewhere I'd like. And the smell. It smelled so much like rotten meat in condemned kitchen water. I almost threw up but held myself. I'll kill this idiot. He should wait and be patient. I won't end up here. I refused to give up. I believe that Bruno would come for me. I am confident. Bruno. I sigh at the thought of him. I sat, holding my legs to my chest and laying my head on it. I can
*Bruno* I felt sore all over my body. I was lying on something soft. I wanted to open my eyes, but I couldn't. Opening my eyes felt like a chore. I moved my fingertip. From the smell of the bedsheets, I knew I was in my room. I had a hard time trying to remember why I was lying here. Fuck. My memories came flooding back to me. I was supposed to get married to Lucia. We didn't get married. I opened my eyes. It wasn't as hard as it was before. It was as if I was filled with a different energy. The room was bright from the bulbs that hung in the middle of the room. I blinked twice in succession, adjusting to the light. Lucia Where was she? Why was I here? The last thing I remember was being shot and Lucia; I couldn't see her; I didn't know what happened to her. Did Rave come to save her? And that bastard, Steve, I'll rip him limb by limb. I sat up slowly, my shoulder aches to my hand. My hands were bandaged. This wasn't the first time I was shot; it wasn't much of a big deal to me
*Steve* Since I watched Sarah die in front of me, I have always envisaged how Lucia would die. Although I had gotten the report from the autopsy done on Sarah, and they claimed that she had died from something other than the stab, I still couldn't bring myself to accept it if she hadn't met Lucia that evening if Lucia hadn't stabbed her. If she had not been pushed by Bruno, I believe she would still be alive. Someone needed to be blamed for her death, and Lucia would. I left Jason. Once he knew that Lucia didn't kill Sarah, he would surely take a step back and refrain from helping me. I didn't know what I wanted from him yet, but all I knew was that he was still very useful to me, and I didn't want to lose him yet. I bid my time. I was waiting for the perfect time to attack them. When I heard about their wedding, I thought that was the best place to visit them and settle the scores, so I went to the wedding. I didn't need to be invited. It was sufficient that I knew the venue. No