It was about 4:32 in the evening, and Alessandro was about to head to his office; he wore an all-black suit with a few buttons undo, revealing his manly hair, chest, and tattoos. He also had a gold watch wrapped around his wrist.
He looked delicious.
It was a shame we couldn’t go for round 2 right now because I definitely would.
He walked up to me giving me a quick goodbye kiss before heading out the door.
My mind went back couple of hours ago when he asked me if I wanted to move to Italy with him, the thought made my heart pump out of
my chest and the butterflies in my stomach began to dance.
I did want to start a family with Alessandro, but if we were to ever settle down, he would really need to sort his shit out, like trusting me or letting me handle myself sometimes, instead of him doing it all for me like I’m some damsel in distress.
I sat down on the sofa with a cup of chocolate ice cream in my hand scoffing it like a pig watching some shitty 1980s movie.
“Shit,” I whispered to myself as I spilled a little ice cream on my shirt, trying to wipe it off with my finger, but of course, my shirt was white.
I quickly hurried to the sink, trying to get rid of the remanence of the ice cream, when I heard a huge banging sound upstairs as if someone had dropped something.
Of course, the smart thing to do was grab a knife and call Alessandro but I can handle things myself, I sometimes think he forgets I’ve killed men 10x my size before.
I headed upstairs, trying to make as little noise as I could just in case there was potentially someone in the house.
I looked at all the clear rooms except for the guest bedroom.
I peeked inside looking through the wardrobes and trying to find the thing responsible for making that banging sound.
Suddenly, I felt a cold object press against my neck and a hand against my waist, holding me still. The hand looked like a woman’s hand, and I instantly recognized the manicured nails.
“Isabella, what the fuck are you doing” I yelled, the sharp object, which felt like a knife, pressed further into my skin, causing me to gasp.
“Shut the fuck up and listen to me” She gripped my waist ushering me to walk out of the room and into the hallway, If you try anything smart
I will fucking kill you” she spoke in a harsh tone as we walked down the stairs carefully.
“Isabella, Ian won’t like this,” I warned, and she just chuckled.
“Like I give a fuck” She spoke guiding me towards the front door.
My mind was racing with thoughts, why the fuck was Isabella of all people holding a knife to my neck, and why the fuck would she want to kidnap me?
“Get in.” She demanded, pointing towards the car door, and I complied with her request; if I had some sort of weapon, this bitch would be dead by now, but part of me wanted to know where she was taking me and what the fuck she wanted.
She wasn’t here for money since she didn’t steal anything. From what I could see, Isabella got into the driver’s seat of the car and pulled my wrists towards her, tying my wrists with zip ties and tugging them as tight as they could loose, and I winced.
“Kinky,” I remarked, trying to shine a little light on the situation, but she just ignored me, her gaze fixed on the road ahead.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked shifting in my seat.
“Will you just shut the fuck up” She growled gripping the steering wheel.
“Damn, Isabella, and to think you were just some shy girl dating Ian,” I said.
“I said be fucking quiet!” She yelled and I let out a chuckle.
“Tell me where we’re going, and I-” I was cut off by a sharp pain in my thigh, blood trickling down my thigh, and onto the seat below was a dagger.
“Fuck!” I screamed, trying to hold back my tears, blood spilling out of my thigh, but at least she got me to stop talking, I guess.
The rest of the car ride was silent apart from the whines and groans coming from my mouth and a few curses, but then I event eventually blacked out, hardly remembering anything.
I woke up in a small room, with a mattress on the floor and a chair and table in the corner, the door had several locks on it including a pin lock, My
hands were still tied with zip ties which meant I couldn’t really do shit to get myself out of here.
There was a bandage around my thigh from the stab wound, and I was now wearing a white nightgown with bare feet, which meant someone other than Alessandro saw me naked.
All I could think about was why the fuck did Isabella do this to me, where the fuck am I, and is Ian okay?
I mean, Isabella seemed to be pretty pissed, so I’m just hoping she didn’t hurt anyone else, or what if she killed Alessandro before she came to get me.
The door opened, interrupting my thoughts, and two tall men came in, walking towards me, both wearing black suits; one had a scar coming down his eye, and the other had a neck tattoo of a snake.
“Look at those breasts, Magus.” The scared guy smirked, looking over to the neck tattoo guy, which he called Magnus.
What sucked most about having a severe stab wound that was completely vulnerable, I couldn’t get up or kick these perverted assholes in the heads.
Alessandro was right I can’t look after myself properly.
“I’m gonna have a fun time with you, Piccola Ragazza,” Magnus darkly chuckled, picking my legs up and throwing me over his shoulder. I cried out as my injured thigh came into contact with his chest.
(Italian Translation: Little girl)
“Put me the fuck down you piece of shit!” I screamed, kicking my legs, but the big guy didn’t move an inch.
The nightgown was so short I’m sure everyone could see my panties but that wasn’t important right now.
What was important is trying to figure out where the fuck I was and how to get out.
“Feisty little thing hm” He hummed we were now in a dark room, and from what could see there was a wooden chair placed in the center and
a table with some rather torture-able devices placed onto it.
Perfect!
Magus placed me on the chair carefully which was surprising and stood by the door with his arms folded against his chest staring at my cleavage.
“Are you going to stare at my breasts the whole time or are you going to explain to me what the fuck is going on?” I asked impatiently.