Chapter 5

Nadia's POV

I groaned loudly when I heard the stupid alarm go off. With my eyes still shut tight, I googled my brain for some sort of reason why an alarm clock is pissing me off early in the morning, I can't seem to remember owning an alarm clock.

You are not home Nadia

Oh, snap!

I slowly opened my eyes, thankful for the fact that I wasn't killed in my sleep, as scenes from the previous day flooded through my mind.

My feet were still partially bruised and aching badly from the stupid heels I wore yesterday.

I waited for loud noises of hungry men, or hasty movements of maids, but I heard nothing. Instead, there was this serene calmness everywhere.

This was a big relief, in my ten years of staying and training with the Russian mafias, I can't seem to remember waking up to a noiseless house.

I blinked my eyes repeatedly and took in breaths just to calm myself while I tried meditating on the reason I was in enemy territory.

The mission is simple: kill the Ghost.

How am I suppose to kill a dangerous mafia Lord with little or no weapon, and been surrounded with over eighty well-skilled men in the act of killing?

Unless of course, I decide to seduce the man in the mask, since he is making me his whore.

And seduction is something I have zero knowledge of.

The odds are not in my favor.

The grumbling of my stomach reminded me of the need to try and eat something before I starve to death. 

Mr evil-looking man had said something about me not roaming around, not that his stupid rules will deter my badass side, but as it stands I am only a whore.

Knock! knock! knock!

The sudden sound from the door jolted me out of my thoughts and within seconds, the door flanked opened and Scarlet worked in casually.

“Good morning your highness, you want your breakfast in bed?” She said sarcastically with a little bit of drama. She looked so much better with little or no makeup.

“Good morning Scarlet," I said with a smile, somehow I was glad she was here.

“I didn't see you in the kitchen, so viz told me where to find you, how can you still be sleeping when it's past ten in the morning," she said looking around my room.

“Viz, who is viz?” I asked, wondering who the hell that is.

I am very sure I didn't meet anyone last night aside from the bodyguard and the evil-looking man

“Oh, so the dumb shit didn't introduce himself to you, I mean the guy that introduced us last night,” she asked with a little chuckle.

Oh yeah, the evil-looking man has a name.

“Yeah, I remember him, he must have forgotten to do so,” I said, unbelieving the fact that I am defending his ugly ass.

“Let's go to the kitchen, I'm starving,” she said with a little bit of groan.

Now that is the best word anyone has said to me since I came here. I got out of bed quickly and off we went.

As we walking, I was behind her and noticed how effortlessly she swayed her ass in different directions.

If I'm ever going to get the Ghost's attention, I should start learning to be a proper girl. I tried imitating her movement pattern and stopped when I saw one or two persons giving me the awkward look.

We finally got to the kitchen, and it felt like all the noise in the world was specifically kept here. The sound of men talking aloud, spoon hitting the plates, burps, and whispering filled the air.

I could feel different sets of eyes on me, as we walked in. We got to where the food was been served and scarlet gave the chef a knowing smile and a Hi-five.

The chef is a beautiful young lady, probably in her late twenties, she smiled at me while turning to scarlet.

“chi è la Nuova ragazza?” She said, directing her attention to scarlet while giving me the side looks. I pretended not to understand what she just asked as I took my eyes around the kitchen while having my ears fixed in their discussion. (Who is the new girl?)

“lei è mia Amica” I heard a scarlet reply to her. I unconsciously turned my face to her, good thing she didn't notice as she was busy checking out what the chef was making (she is my friend)

I have never really had anyone call me their friend.

Back in my childhood days, I never went to school, my mum was homeschooling me, and on very rare occasions, do I get to play with our neighbor's children.

That's why I was the happiest when my little brother was born, it felt so nice to finally have someone to call my own, play with and have lots of fun with.

It was a nice feeling.

Till those hoodlums came to snatch away my happiness. I felt a different type of rage that instant, knowing I was in the same environment with the monster that ordered the killing of an entire family, not leaving a suckling baby out of his wrath.

“prenditi cura di Essere la mia puttana state,” a voice behind me said, as his hand brushes over my skin opened at the back.

(Care to be my whore tonight?)

I was irritated and felt very angry with his indecent touch and choice of words. On a normal day, a punch from me will fix his fat jaws,  and a twisting of his fingers will teach him to keep his hands to himself next time.

“toggle le Tue Sporcle m**i di Rosso in Questo secondo,” a familiar voice said behind me, as everywhere seem to be suddenly quiet. (Take your filthy hands off her this second)

The once market-like scenario suddenly went as quiet as the graveyard.

I turned to see Lucas or should I say my bodyguard, walking with such grace and attitude as of a god. Instantly I saw what Whitney Houston saw in Kevin Costner in the movie Bodyguard.

Who clicked slow motion in the remote control?

I could see fear, dread, and respect in the eyes of the other men present. The jerk that almost got me pissed off, seems to have suddenly disappeared and scarlet had her face down the entire time.

He must be very powerful for him to command such aura around him.

“What are you doing here?” he asked with what I assume to be a bit of controlled rage, as he got closer to where I stood.

“We came here to get our breakfast,” I said, staring at him in his face and noticing how well sculptured he looked.

He has a face for TV.

“We?” he asked his eyes intense and daring. I looked over his shoulder to see Scarlet almost fidgeting and I instantly regretted my choice of words.

“la prossima volta, portale da mangiare in camera sua,” he said to Scarlet not sparing her a glance. ( next time, take her food to her room)

“Let's go back to your room," he said while pulling me unwilling across the hall.

Fuck!

His grip was so fucking tight, and I did little or nothing to stop him. I liked it, as I felt safe with him.

Who wouldn't want a gorgeous, Greek god gene, a breathtaking bodyguard with an amazing scent that tingles one's fancy pulling them back to the room without eating breakfast?

“Oh wait, I am yet to eat and I am really hungry,” I said in a voice I never knew I had, it sounded foreign to my ears.

It was almost sexy I think.

It must have sent my message clear to him, as he groans and stops in front of my door to look at me.

“They will bring you food in your room,” he said, pushing the door open and taking me in with him.

“I don't want you out there around those men unprotected, if you must go out, I must be informed," he said as soon as we got in. 

“Why? Am I in some sort of prison?” I asked getting tired of his endless rules.

He may be sexy and all, but he ain't my boss.

“Bella Ragazzi, my job is to protect you, if I see any man near you henceforth, I will kill him and the death will be on you,” he said, in a rich Italian baritone while taking steady strands towards me.

He stopped a few inches from me. I could feel the heat radiating from my body mixed with his manly scent. I felt my body shiver a bit as he bends down his head to whisper to my ears as if we weren't alone in the room.

“Your body, your heart, your soul belong only to the boss alone, and he hates to share his belongings, know this and know peace,” he said, in a calm yet threatening tune.

Awkwardly I found myself liking his threats as his breath tickled my ears, I could feel my pussy twitching and licking a pool already, and a new kind of feeling enveloped my entire body.

I stood speechless.

I found myself lost and developed by his aura as I  stare deep into his bright grey eyes. He smirked at me, After which he walked out of the room, leaving his amazing cologne behind.