~GIA~ "Mario doesn't want me. He doesn't even like me. All that he ever did to me was to make me suffer," I said, pacing up and down the room. "You are married to him, Gia. He must have married you because he likes you," Sofia advised. And that wasn't true. "He doesn't like me. He told his friends that in front of me," I said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Sighing. I threw myself on the bed and groaned. "Then maybe he had a change of heart," Sofia replied. I tilted my head and looked at her, and she smiled. "You're beautiful, and he's not blind," she added. Ugh. I didn't want to think that Mario no longer hated me. He was a very unpredictable man. If I ever let my gut down, he would turn on me like a snake and bite my ankle. And I wasn't going to risk that. I sat up on the bed when I realized something, "It sounded urgent when Mario called you. What do you think was the reason he wanted us to leave the park so soon?" "Mario isn't just a wealthy and fearsome man, Gia
~MARIO~ I was having dinner with Gia on the carpet floor of her room, savoring this moment with her, knowing that tomorrow I might have to relocate her from my house so that I could keep her safe. I wanted this moment to be the only thing that would keep me going for those couple of days when I had to go head-to-head with Alexander. Even though I planned to kill him before he got to me, I had to be prepared for his attack, and Gia had to be away from the house. I didn't want her to get hurt because of me. "You've never done this for me before, so I'm a little confused," she said, looking at me. I could tell that she never thought that I would show her kindness. Her father murdered my sister, and I kidnapped her and locked her up in my house, I was supposed to hate her. I was supposed to make her suffer as I did to her parents, but I couldn't. She made me question my feelings a lot. I lost control when I was around her, and I found myself wanting her. Wanting to claim he
~GIA~ When we arrived at Marco's place, Sofia and I were escorted into a guest room. When we were left behind by his maid, I groaned and threw myself on the bed. "Maybe you needed a new scenery, Gia," she commented, putting her briefcase inside the closet. For a moment, I wondered what was inside, but that thought was quickly clouded by worry about what was going on with Mario that he needed to bring me to his friend's house. "Do you know what's going on with Mario?" I asked, sitting up on the bed. "What I know is that Mario could be dealing with something. He just doesn't want you to be there through that," she speculated. And I wondered what it was that he might have been going through that he needed me out of the house. He was supposed to at least tell me what was going on. I deserved to know instead of just moving me without explanation. I expected that he would have a word with me before he left, but he said nothing. "Is it Faviola?" I asked. There was a poss
~MARIO~ It was suspiciously quiet as I took steps closer to the warehouse. I looked back and saw Andrea and the other guys covering up for me, sneaking around the warehouse. I internally sighed and hoped that things would not go against the intended plan. And when I was at the entrance, that's when I heard it. "I need you to find him and bring his head for me to decorate my living room," Alexander's voice echoed. "Yes, boss," his men answered. I looked back and signaled for Andrea to back me up. And then I came to light in the warehouse and chuckled. "Already ordering your men to kill me, Alex? I'm here. You can do it yourself," I said, scoffing. Andrea cocked his gun with his four guys. I had three guys with me, and the other four were outside around the warehouse. At least it was 5 against 4. One thing was clear, I was not going to walk out of there without Alexander on his knees begging me to spare his life. "Take a step closer, and my men will burst your brains wi
~MARIO~ I sat up on my bed when I heard that name. It's been 20 years looking for that man. Hunting him down with no sign of finding him. For 20 years, I planned how I was going to kill him slowly and make him feel all the pain that I felt when he sent his men to kill my father and those they found in the house with him. He tore my family apart. He took my mother away from me and my little brother. I wanted him to feed on his own flesh for food while he awaited his death. "What do you know about Giovanni?" I asked Faviola on the phone. She chuckled lightly and answered, "Have lunch with me at 2, and I will tell you everything you need to know about Giovanni." And then she hung up the call. I sat on the bed for a little while, remembering all my attempts to find him, and he was nowhere to be found. The guy was practically invincible. The more I looked for him, the more I was further away from finding him. But then I stopped looking for him. I took out my frustrations
~GIA~ When the car pulled to a stop outside Mario's house, I hopped out and headed upstairs to my room. I was tired and I was upset. A lot happened while I was at Marco's place, and I needed to rest. I did not want to see Mario. Not after he told me that he would never set me free. I wondered why he was still keeping me in his house. I had nothing to offer him. He took everything from me, and I was left with nothing. If there was anything left to give anymore, it was my virginity. "Are you all right, Gia?" Sofia asked when she walked through the door. She still had that briefcase, and I thought of changing the direction of the conversation and talking about the briefcase instead. "I'm all right. What is in the briefcase?" I asked as I sat up on the bed and looked at her. "I- ah- well," she stuttered, "There is nothing important in it," she answered. She quickly put the briefcase away in the closet and looked very uneasy with it. Then, I got more curious and got off th
~GIA~ "Mario..." Was the word that slipped from my mouth as Mario kissed me, making my body scream for him. He kissed me, led me to the bed, and got on top of me. A part of me wanted to pull him off of me and walk away before anything happened, but I couldn't. I needed this for some odd reasons. He felt so good on top of me and I gasped when I felt his hard cock on my thigh. "Should I stop?" He asked kissing my neck. How was I going to tell him to stop when he made me feel this good? I didn't answer and moaned as he kissed me and went down on me. He took off my panty and teased my clit with his finger before he sucked me. I held my breath when I felt his warm tongue on my clit. It felt so good I clutched the bedsheets and wanted to pull them off. He groaned and inserted a finger inside my pussy. And because I never had anything penetrate me before, it felt painful and good at the same time. "I won't hurt you." He inserted his finger slowly inside me, without breaking
~MARIO~ When we arrived back home from Marco's place, I went to my room, freshened up, and prepared to go and have lunch with Faviola. She had info on Giovanni, and I needed her to tell me everything that I needed to know about him. When I was done dressing up, I called Faviola to confirm our meeting. "I'm on my way to the restaurant in town. I will send you the name and time to meet," she replied. "All right. I will see you soon." I hung up the call and asked Andrea to overlook things on my behalf and make sure that Gia was taken care of. He gave me a side eye when I mentioned Gia and instructed that she gets taken care of while I am away. "What is it, Andrea? Do you want to say something?" I asked him. "I've just noticed that you've grown fond of her these days, I'm just curious about what changed." He answered. "Nothing changed." I lied. "Are you sure, boss?" He asked. "What do you mean by all your questions, Andrea? Is it a bad thing that I want my prisoner to be ta