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Releasing him with a shove, he groaned as he rolled onto his side, taking the chair with him. “And as for you Frankie. I think taking your eye will be enough of a reminder not to spy on my family again.”
He started to beg and plead, coughing up blood as I opened my hand out to the side and Luigi passed me the toxic alkaline that would blind him instantly. Unscrewing the cap, Luigi pulled the chair up to stand and gripped my enemy's head in his hands to hold him still. As the man whimpered and pleaded in front of me, I felt that flicker of humanity spark and for a second, I hesitated. But only for a second.
Pushing the glimmer of mercy down beneath the darkness that I had grown so accustomed to, I stepped forward and held the man’s left eye open with one hand. This was business. This was a message that needed to be delivered. If anyone thought they could come for my family or...for her. They would be met by this man. To my family, I was Gio. But here...I was a whole different entity. I was what I was raised to be. A ruthless, heartless monster.
Pouring the corrosive liquid form into the man’s eye as he screamed and writhed against the rope and Luigi’s grip, I felt nothing. Numb. I had become skilled at turning off my emotions and doing what needed to be done. No matter how much I hated it. As the formula worked its sick magic against his eyeball, damaging it beyond repair, I released him and stepped back. My jaw clenched as the man’s head dropped back to his chest and he spluttered and sobbed shamelessly. After a few minutes, he released the loudest ear-splitting scream as his eyeball burst under the pressure and the jelly-like substance slid down his face.
“Drop him back at Leone’s territory. And don’t forget to relay my message to Riccardo himself. Or I will come for your other eye too,” I growled before turning on my heels and striding out of the room.
Clenching and unclenching my fists, I realised I was shaking violently. A mix of adrenaline but also disgust at what I had just done. This always happens. I never let anyone see me this way. I wasn’t meant to feel the guilt I did. I wasn’t meant to feel sick to my stomach every time I tortured or killed someone but I did. And I hated it. I despised this softness that was always scratching at the surface, trying to change me. My papi; he had too. And it killed him. I would not be so weak. My world was dark and so I had to be too. It was the only way to survive.
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Olivia
I felt completely shattered after today and I couldn’t wait to get back to the flat, put on some comfies and binge Netflix with Gigi. Rolling my neck as I walked through the main lobby to grab my coat and bag from the security room, I heard a loud, repetitive thumping sound coming from down the hall. There didn’t seem to be anyone there apart from the odd men standing guard around the house and they didn’t seem the least bit concerned by the noise, so I guess I shouldn’t be either. Shrugging on my denim jacket, I placed my shabby rucksack over one shoulder and headed back out to the grand ground floor corridor. The kids were tucked up safely in bed and I hadn’t seen Giovanni or Cecilia for the rest of the day. Thewhump, whump, whumpsound grew louder and was now mixed with animalistic grunts and growls. What the hell was that?
My mum always used to scold me for being too curious for my own good. Why stop now? Padding along the marble floor in my Havana flip flops, I stopped outside an oak door at the end of the corridor. The noise was deafening from here and I looked over my shoulder to check if the bodyguards were going to do anything about this almost violent sound or if they were, in fact, going to leave me to fend for myself. Looks like the latter. Pushing the door open silently, I squeezed through the crack and found myself in a very modern and sleek-looking gym. My eyes roamed the enormous room and all its expensive torture devices (I am not a fan of working out!) until my eyes fell on the sexiest scene I had ever been forced to watch.
There, in the corner of the room, was a shirtless, sweaty Giovanni hitting a punching bag, bare-knuckled over and over. He was wearing those famous grey shorts he seemed so fond of and nothing else. Broad shoulders hunched up and large biceps extending and retracting with every violent assault. He was quilted heavily in muscles that should make him slow-moving, but instead, lent him the grace and the poise of a wild cat. Watching him jab and dance around it so effortlessly, as if this was second nature to him, had my body temperature rising and an ache pulling at my core. I was hypnotised. Every muscle in his upper body and back rippled as he moved. Beads of sweat coated his tanned skin and fell onto his shoulders from his hair. But it was the concentration and focus on his gorgeous face that had my attention. It was obvious that he was pissed about something and was taking it out on that poor piece of gym equipment.
He suddenly stopped, hugging the bag to his shoulder and rested his forehead against it. His toned chest was heaving frantically and he flexed his hand open and closed. Shit. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t have come in. Slowly, I backed towards the door, not taking my eyes off him, hoping that by some miracle, I would escape this room without him ever knowing I was here.
Noticing a movement, his head whipped to the side and our eyes locked. My feet remained glued to the floor and my heart was in my throat. His eyes. Oh, how darkly they burned. I have never seen a look like the one he was wearing except on one other person.Henry.A look so full of darkness and controlled rage. It was terrifying. I sucked in a sharp breath and took an involuntary step back.
Before I had a second to allow my brain to connect with my body and for my fight or flight instinct to kick in, he had closed the gap between us and slammed me up against the mirrored wall. My bag fell from my shoulder to the floor with a thud. His callous hands were gripping either side of my face as he pressed his muscular frame up against mine, caging me in. I stared up at him, wide-eyed and panting with fear. I didn’t know this man. This man was not the same man who bantered with me over Shakespeare a few hours ago. His nostrils flared and a muscle in his jaw flexed as his unblinking intense gaze held me rooted to the spot. I squeezed my eyes shut as the menacing look on his face overwhelmed me and I could feel the panic rising in my body.No. No. No. He isn’t Henry. He isn’t here. This isn’t happening. My heart was palpitating so violently that he must be able to feel it. I felt him rest his soaking forehead against mine and felt his hot breath coming out in sharp pants on my face. He was so close. Too close.
“Please,” I whimpered. I didn’t even recognise my own voice. It was laced with so much terror.
“Open your eyes, Olivia. Look at me,” he commanded, and I could feel the tears threatening to spill. I shook my head quickly. “Look at me.”
Opening my eyes, I gasped with relief when I saw that his face had relaxed. That the darkness had subsided and only those molten brown irises gazed down at me with a flurry of emotions. His eyes darted between mine, his rough hands still holding my face. “What are you doing to me, Olivia Jones?” His husky baritone voice was strangely calming and I slowly felt all the fear and panic melt away and desire replace them. “I am no good for you.”
I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what was happening. I wanted to run. To get as far away from this man as I could, but his eyes felt like a powerful trap. He was trying to see me. Really see me. But I couldn’t let him. He was right. He was no good for me and if I let him in, he would ruin me. I knew that much.
“Then let me go,” I whispered, even though every part of my body was arguing with my mind. I craved him. I wanted to give in to this intense need.
“I’m trying. I am fucking trying,” came his hard reply and he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. Seeing my opportunity to get away, I pulled his arms from my face and glared at him with determination.
“Then try harder,” I snarled before picking up my bag abruptly and storming out of the room.
Filthy Fantasies
Olivia
Stepping into my flat, I threw my bag aggressively onto the small futon sofa and kicked off my flip flops. I had cycled home from the Buccini mansion, which had given me a little bit of time to get my shit together and calm down after that run in with Giovanni, but I was still shaken. I knew it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know about my past or the reaction my brain would have to seeing him so… I couldn’t even describe it. He just reminded me so much of Henry at that moment. The rage. The evil. It was in his eyes. The same look that haunts my nightmares.
It was only after I poured myself a large glass of water and sat down on the kitchen bar stool that I heard them. The heavy panting and pleasurable moans were growing louder and more intense by the minute. I scoffed into my glass. At least someone was giving into their urges. There really wasn’t anywhere to go to get away from it in this tiny flat. We were living on top of each other as it is and when Gigi has a ‘guest’ over its best I leave or succumb to listening to the live porn show happening behind her door. She wasn’t a shy woman, let’s put it that way. I think she even liked the audience.
She screamed something in Italian while the lucky man groaned loudly and then it all fell silent. Good for them. Flicking through a magazine absentmindedly to give myself something to do, I kept my eyes cast down as I heard her door open. She never let them stay for long. Once they had fulfilled their purpose, they were pecked on the cheek and sent on their way. I envied her ability to do that.
“Liv! You are home,” her voice was laced with fake shock. I lifted my head and took in her messy hair and flushed face before my eyes scanned the very handsome, muscular Viking that was standing next to her, doing up his shirt buttons. He gave me a wink and I rolled my eyes.
“Yes, I am home,” I smiled sweetly.
“Why did you not join us? Instead of sitting out here all alone angel?” The thick Australian twang of his voice and his shameless words made me raise my eyebrows. Where did she find these men?
“Leave her alone! You couldn’t handle us both,” Gigi smirked and he slapped her ass that was nearly sticking out from her flimsy dressing gown, making her yelp.
