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“I said,  go" I warn her. She scoffed and cursed in Russian under her breath. But made her way to the door. 
"It was nice meeting you" she addressed Maya who I think passed out. 

I walked to the pole and started untying her hands. I did it slowly so I wouldn't hurt her already bleeding fingers. She is going to be in a lot of pain tomorrow. 

I caught her before she fell and her face contracted in pain. My suit had blood on it as well, not that I cared. I carried her against my chest looking at her face. Her hair was a different kind of red. God I fucked up big time, she will definitely kill me. I walked with her in my arms out of the basement. 

"Oh god" I hear, I walked in to the living room. It was filled with Aria and some of her friends, also Enzo and Alessio, who was shaking his head at me when he saw Maya. 

"Who is she" I hear the girls whispering

"Call the doctor" I tell them carrying her upstairs to my room.


I sat at the corner of my room with a drink in my hand. With a clean fresh suit. I stared at her unmoving body on my bed, she looks so small on it. The doctor came and checked her body, she had bruised all over her body, a small concussion and her ribs were bruised. Veronica might have went over board this time. He cleaned her cuts and left a ton of medicine she has to take for the pain. He also attached a drip to her cause she was dehydrated. 

I cleaned her with wet towels and changed her filthy clothes. I was so thankful she didn't wake up, I didn't know how she would react to me seeing her naked. I noticed small cuts and scars on her upper thigh. She also had old ligature marks on her wrists. Something happened to her and I was going to find out what. 

I put her in one of my shirt and let her sleep. I had to chance into a new suit, my other one was covered in her blood. And I was meant to be at a party very soon. I had to make sure every gun and anything that can be used as a weapon was taking out of my room, I don't want her hurting anyone or me. And I know when she wakes up, she is going to want to kill me. I don't know what to do with her now and I couldn't let her go, she's seen too much.


CIA agent Maya Reed is undercover in a mission In Italy, for the past 3 months. When her partner gets killed and all hell breaks loose. She gets kidnapped by the most power Mafia boss in Italy. She tries to escape still having faith that the Americans are looking for her. Not knowing they think she died.



Lorenzo … 

Cold. Ruthless. Killer. I am respected and feared by all. 

I wasn’t put on this earth to love or be loved. I was put to be a killer, to be feared. 

When I find a strange girl in my club , killing two of my best costumers. I don’t let her live out of compassion. She’s a trinket, my plaything.

The Italian God

Standing in front him in a white lace thong. I heard him walk in when I was about to enter the shower. I got rid of the bloody clothes, but I still felt dirty. My lips purse, and my hands fists. I lean into his face. 


"I'm not the fucking mood, Lorenzo." Then I turn around and go to leave the bathroom. His hand grips my hair and yanks me back. I cry out as he places me in front of the bathroom mirror, shoving my hips into the white and white marble countertop. His hand stays in my hair while the other comes around and grips my chin. 


"Look at yourself," he interrupts me, shaking my chin. I whimper. 


"Tell me I'm not the only one who has ever loved you." I swallow the knot that instantly forms in my throat. My watery eyes meet his cold stare in the mirror, begging him to stop, pleading with him not to do this. The bravery I had downstairs was gone. 


"No ..." He spins me around and cups my face. His dark eyes glare down at me. 


Chapter 33