Sofia's POVMy eyes blinked open continuously until I was able to see the blurry white ceiling above me.Slowly my vision calmed and I took a deep breath while trying to figure out where I am.This wasn't my cell and the cold temperature of the room supported my thinking.Then where I am? Could I be possibly dead?I recall mentally flipping out when I had a hallucination of Papá in the cell with me.I could barely remember what happened but cannot forget being in the imaginary arms of my father and perceiving the cologne of Mr. Pompous.My head really did a good job of messing with me this time.When my stomach rumbled angrily with pain traveling up my throat, I realized that I was very much alive and--Why do I feel comfortable? Is that a comfy bed? Impossible.I adjusted my body to see the blue queen-sized bed beneath me and that's when I realized the needles attached to my skin.What the.....My eyes trailed up carefully to see the IV bags hung above me and could only sigh and seat
For a moment, intense hunger seized to exist in my system as the last words of Mr. Pompous rang endlessly in my head like a bell.He wanted me to do something. Answers to questions.Could this meal be a bribe or something....? I was confused about the sudden change in his actions towards me.He remains the devil in an Armani suit but not only has he given me food, but he also feeds me, himself."I would rather choke you to the bed with my hands, Senorita. That way, you'll curse out my name"That sentence from him quickly eliminated the possibility of food poisoning.He was too proud to let poison take the pleasure of killing me.Then what else could be the reason?I groaned in pain as my stomach reminded me that two spoons of porridge would not completely take care of the starvation I'd experienced for days now.Mr. Pompous could also change his mind and decide to take the meal away.He was becoming unpredictable lately.Knowing this, I instantly consumed the remaining content at the
For once, I felt guilty around him and could only stare into his murderous eyes with a pleading look.I hide the snacks perfectly, how could he have known I hid them under?What was he going to do to me?I was so sure he would he wouldn't pull his gun and shoot me in the head but... The cell.He would throw me back into the cell where I was taken from.I didn't want to go back to that place of horror.A pinch of normal life makes me want more of what to offer.I'm yet to know why he has been kind to me but now I've made him angry.He would definitely return to being the tormenting devil that he is."Tell me Sofia, is stealing good? Especially from me" There was this calmness in the tone of his voice that makes me wonder if he was really annoyed.I could only shake my head like a terrified lizard.A growl of displeasure escapes his throat as he curses lightly, "Speak, Woman""No... I'm sorry"I didn't say I'm sorry because I stole the snacks but to make him feel okay.However, it didn'
Clancy's POVThere I sat legged crossed, watching her devour the savored spaghetti like a starved lion and subsequently gulping water down her throat.I wanted to discuss with her over dinner but now she isn't even giving me an opportunity to.She just wants to eat and make up for the lost time.Could this be a good reason she stole that snacks? They were meant for her so I still fail to understand why she would steal them.Sofia Dante seizes not to be mysterious in her actions.I glanced one more time at her as she forced a full flesh into her mouth and chewed.Such a foodie.She is not even fearful to do this in front of me.The nerve. What does she take me for?Sofia suddenly raised her head and she froze when our eyes met.She stopped chewing and those innocent emerald eyes were on me.With a chicken foot sticking out of her mouth, she said to me, "Your food is untouched and will get cold"Why does she care?Maybe the right question was why she looked adorable with a chicken foot
Sofia's POVI relaxed my back against the dining chair and tilt my head upwards to see the dazzling crystal chandelier above me while thinking about my recent conversation with Mr. Pompous.At first, I was shocked at how he knows that I'm called Princess and all I could do was play around and confirm if he knew about my true identity.If he knows that I'm the wanted daughter of the late Di Marco Mafia Don in Italy whose fame spread across North America, he won't ask this question.Probably sell me to the Italian government or something.He was finding a way to get rid of me after all.When he mention 'Papà' I lost my composure and feared he knows about my life already but even though I'm crazy, I had a high IQ just like my father.I was quick to connect the dot and recall the moment I had a psychotic break in the cell I was kept.I thought I was hallucinating about Father saving me and told him I was the Princess of the family and would not bow to the devil in an Armani suit.I said t
I finally halt in the hallway and collapsed against the wall letting my back slide down until I was seated on the bare floor.My heart was still racing and it was impossible to erase the scene from my head.I could still see the red-haired woman between his leg and getting choked by his organ.He was ruthless to her and I wondered if she would survive such action from him.A part of me was jealous and wished to be the woman between his legs.To know how it feels to blow a man.I've been going crazy lately so I'm no longer surprised at the way I think and feel around him.My nipples were still hard and craved for attention.The spot between my legs was not left out as I felt a starting fire that desired to be quenched.Damn! I was turned on by him again. Fvcking horny. How the hell would I make it through the night?The impulsive side of me wanted to return to that room and beg him to help quench the fire in my body but I could not.I cannot kneel before him.But I need him to touch me
I emerged from that bathroom with a towel wrapped around my chest and water molecule dripping down my skin.Washing felt soothing after all these days with no bath in that hell hole called a cell.I took a deep breath and turned in the direction of the door the moment a knock sounded on it.Mr. Pompous does not knock. Could it be Dale?I unlocked the door to see Maid Theresa bow before me before strolling past me into the room."The Boss asked me to wash the sheets...." She rolled the bedspread into a ball but paused noticing the blood stain on it."It's my period" I revealed quickly before she thought of something else."Oh... This isn't your first time, right?"I shook my head."I bought pads for my daughter last night and still have them in my bag. If you want one...." Maid Theresa offered with care written over her and I smiled wishing she had come in first and not Mr Pompous."Your Boss is getting one for me already. Thank you, Theresa" I couldn't afford to provoke that devil if
Clancy's POV"Fvck!" I banged my fist against the door and groaned angrily as I paced around the corridor with my tightened fist.The one thing I ran away from has finally caught up with me. Sympathy... Fvcking Emotion.I was supposed to kill Sofia Dante to destroy those tendencies but each time I set my eyes on her it becomes impossible to do.It was difficult to bring myself to murdering a sweet soul like her.All she wanted to do was to be happy and make crappy jokes.Sofia tries to make me laugh even though she knows it isn't the right thing to do.She was rare; I'd never seen a woman as her, mysterious; the fake ID revelation caused me to realize Sofia was hiding something.Sofia wasn't who I viewed her to be.There is something about her.She claims to be an orphan but there is a secret in her life she isn't willing to share.Torturing might probably force it out of her but she might resent me forever.Why do I care? A big question I've been unable to answer for days now.Why do