Chapter 3- You’re shameless!

Capone smiled. "See? Without a gun, I can still take your life!"

"A man who uses violence against women is no man at all! Mmm…"

Before she could finish her sentence, her lips were sealed by his. The purely masculine, unfamiliar scent and the warm, invasive touch were forcefully transmitted to her, his kiss far from gentle, causing her to instinctively try to push him away, inadvertently touching his recently bandaged wound.

The pain intensified his aggressive desire; he kissed her fiercely, pressing her down onto the bed, tearing the sheets off her with such force that it made her ache.

She couldn't budge him at all. His dominance and strength were the simplest tools for imprisoning her, and being a man, he could use this primal method to possess and humiliate her—something she feared the most.

And this was just Capone.

What about his subordinates? How many people does he have, and how many ways could he use to deal with her? It was impossible to count!

He wanted her to understand this lesson, didn't he? She knew it already, but she had to escape; she couldn't just wait to die!

Amidst her struggles, she cried out, her fists landing deliberately on Capone's wound, red blood seeping out little by little, staining her palms.

She was in pain, but she was determined not to let this despicable mafia boss have an easy time!

After the biting and struggling, he finally released her, breathing heavily. He looked down at her, his gaze cold as if covered by a layer of frost, but his lips gradually curved into a smile.

He had an incredibly seductive smile, filled with an irresistible personal charm, which Sophia had witnessed before.

Perhaps to be cautious, the ones who actually kidnapped her were thugs under the Franklin family. When Capone took over, she was being abused and restrained by those men. He intervened, punished them, and then left with her.

Even though she didn't know who he was at that time, his smile provided her with great comfort; she even thought she was saved.

It turned out he was no different from those villains; the charming smile was just a mask!

"You're shameless!" Sophia managed to pull the blanket around her, choking back tears as she yelled at him. "Who are you really? What's your purpose in bringing me here? Is it for money? Do you know this is illegal? You're going to prison for this!"

The words "going to prison" seemed to ignite a bloodthirsty flame in Capone's eyes. He leaned in, trapping Sophia, and whispered, "Don't worry, I'm not short of money, and I'll never go to prison! I just want to make your Diaz family suffer; this is what you owe me!"

Sophia Diaz had no idea what she and her family owed Capone. She had left home at eighteen to study pastry-making in France and had just returned to start her career as a cake artist. Her dream was to open her own bakery, and there were many dreams she hadn't yet fulfilled. This was undoubtedly the biggest accident of her life.

Her father was a congressman, her cousin a promising prosecutor, and her two older brothers were young talents in the business world—all idols she had admired since childhood. In her view, anyone who harbored enmity against them was certainly not to be trifled with, like Capone. Thus, she found herself saying, "You brought this on yourself! My family would never harm the innocent like you do. Either you're getting what you deserve, or you're just an insufferable, delusional fool!"

"Getting what you deserve?" He softened his tone, as if unruffled, but his words carried a cruel edge, each one laced with malice. "I should teach you about those four words, and let you, a young lady, understand just how many helpless situations exist in this world!"

He pressed her down again, like a bloodthirsty beast insatiable in its cruelty, using brutal force to dominate her, showing no consideration for her inexperienced, delicate body that couldn't bear such aggression.

Her cries mingled with moans, her face contorted in pain. Her body still bore the marks of his frantic actions from last night, astonishingly moist, and though she was still so young, she even tasted a hint of sweetness.

He forgot that this was supposed to be punishment. Holding back his surging desire, he wanted to give her time to adjust but was greedily pushing deeper. She struggled intensely, even knocking over the bowl of porridge and vegetables, the crashing sound waking Capone. His lips curled back into a cold smile as he pressed against her, whispering in her ear, "Sophy, you can't escape!"

This was the first time he called her by that name, after destroying everything she had.

When she woke up again, it was already afternoon. Sophia didn't know the exact time; Capone had taken her watch and phone, leaving her in a place where she could only lose track of day and night.

Her body felt as though it had been disassembled and reassembled, aching with every movement. She struggled to get up, checked that no one was in the room, and then went to the bathroom to wash off, putting on the clothes Lucy had brought her.

The pain in her back persisted, and the discomfort between her legs was so intense she could barely stand. She felt feverish, and guessed she might be running a temperature.

There was no new food or medicine on the table, and the broken bowl fragments had already been cleaned up. It seemed Capone was indeed very displeased with her resistance, wanting to make her suffer, or perhaps he feared she might try to harm herself; he didn't even leave any sharp objects or pills behind.

Sophia gritted her teeth and let out a cold laugh internally. How could she die? She hadn't done anything wrong; she was the one being bullied. Why would she do something so foolish as to end her own life and give her enemies satisfaction?

Even if she had to die, she would drag Capone down to hell with her!

The room door wasn't locked, which surprised her, but the momentary joy quickly faded. She realized Capone must be completely confident she couldn't escape, which is why he didn't bother to lock the door.

It turned out she was right. The villa, though elegantly decorated with simple furnishings, was situated on a mountainside facing the sea. Unless she had a boat to take her away from the coast, it was nearly impossible to avoid the surveillance cameras and his men stationed around the house.

The room led to a living area and stairs leading upstairs, but at that moment, there was no one around. Sophia groped her way to the kitchen, hoping to prepare something to eat. After nearly two days without food, she felt weak and unsteady, with her injuries making escape nearly impossible.

The kitchen had plenty of ingredients, but she wasn't in the mood to prepare anything complicated. She quickly made a bowl of noodles, added an egg and some vegetables. She cooked more than she needed, leaving some noodles in the pot.

The aroma of the food was enticing. As Sophia carried the large bowl of noodles to the living area, she saw a young man in a white coat standing by the glass door, holding a medical kit.

He was momentarily surprised when he saw her, his gaze shifting from her pale face to her bare feet, frowning slightly.

"You must be the last patient of the day!" The people here seemed to speak with direct conclusions, not accustomed to asking questions.

"You're a doctor?" Sophia's hope flared up again. Doctors are supposed to save lives and heal the sick; perhaps this one might sympathize with her and help her escape!

"Yes, that's right! What's that smell? Did you make it? I'd like a bowl too!"

Sophia was taken aback. "Oh? Sure, there's some left in the kitchen…"

She put down the bowl she was holding and went to the kitchen to scoop out the remaining noodles for him.

Watching her back, he couldn't help but smile slightly. She seemed like a nice, cute girl, but judging by her awkward gait… Capone must have given her quite a hard time yesterday!

"I'm Cronus. You can call me Dr. Cronus!" To be honest, the noodles didn't taste very good, but given that they were made by Sophia, he felt it was only right to introduce himself.

"Dr. Cronus!" Sophia's voice was weak. Eating didn't alleviate her discomfort, and her forehead was still covered in cold sweat, but she felt a bit better mentally. "I'm not feeling well. Do you have any medicine?"

Cronus glanced at her and said, "It's not that I don't want to help you, but Capone won't allow it. Besides, you were just sleeping."

Sophia smiled weakly. She had already anticipated this; that man seemed to take pleasure in torturing her.

"But isn't it the doctor's duty to heal the sick and injured? I really feel awful. Please… give me some medicine!"