Chapter 10

The moment her lips crashed unto Leo's, Vitto ceased to feel the aching pain on her right shoulder, and instead focused her attention to the desirous man, who had his hands on her sides.

'Holyshit, was it this easy all along?' she couldn't help but think, as he hoisted her off the kitchen counter and carried her into the dining room.

There, he carefully placed her on a chair, without breaking away from the fiery kiss. Vitto hooked both her hungry hands behind his neck with the intention to prolong the kiss.

"Wait" he whispered as his lips immediately pulled away from hers, abruptly ending the kiss. Leo stepped away from her and disappeared into the kitchen without saying another word to her.

Vitto, who was in a state of perplexity couldn't help but stay put and see just what trick this surgeon had underneath his sleeves.

Leo returned to her shortly, but this time he had in his hands a pair of handcuffs and some almost worn-out rope. The lustful look on his face spelt everything kinky, a side of him Vitto would have never guessed was present.

"I didn't peg you for the BDSM type." She remarked, slowly using her shiny pink tongue to lubricate her plump lower lip.

Leo grinned at her as he strode towards where she sat, lowering himself to tie her legs to the chair.

"I'm usually well mannered." He replied without breaking devilish grin from the hard knot he tied around her ankles.

"The woman I slept with around a year ago left her stuff here and I'm just putting it to good use."

There was this sexy aura about Leo when he spoke so distinctly. That the mafia woman was willing to nod her head like an obedient puppy and heed his every beck and call, if that would please him.

"Relax and let me do whatever I want..." He moaned into her ears from behind her, while handcuffing both her hands behind the chair.

Vitto could feel her injury stretch out more and reopen, but in her mind, the pain she felt was nothing compared to the pleasure she was gaining at the moment.

Once Leo had finished tying her up, he rested both his hands on her shoulders and lowered his piercing gaze to meet her expectant brown eyes.

Vitto could feel her heart almost leap out of her chest as the man she so desired was standing so dangerously close, with a hungry look in his eyes.

"Now then, let's get down to business." He announced staring at her face like it was a priceless artwork.

"Why the hell are you at my house?" Leo interrogated, narrowing his gaze at her. His tone completely shifted from an erotic one to a serious minded one.

"Huh?" Vitto absentmindedly asked, uncertain if she had heard him right or her mind was busy playing tricks.

"Don't ignore the elephant in the room and answer my question." He pressed, pushing back her loose strand of brown hair.

"I don't understand this kind of foreplay, do you want me to say I'm here to clean the pool? Or are you looking for a sexy pun intended response?" She asked for clarification, searching his eyes for the hungry look he had moments ago.

Leo face palmed then rolled his eyes at her, "you're trying to act dumb with me, and I don't enjoy it." Was his response.

He broke away from her and waltzed over to his kitchen again to get something, Vitto could only imagine.

"Why are people so kinky these days? What's so wrong with the traditional way of screwing?" She soliloquied to herself while she waited for him to return.

It took about five minutes before he returned, and this time, in his left hand was a pair of scissors, while his right hand was behind his back.

"Holyshit! What the fuck do you want to do to me?!" She exclaimed in horror as the surgeon knelt down beside her.

Leo ignored her question and dropped something she couldn't see on the floor. Without sparing a second, he tugged on the right side of the shirt she had on and brought the pair of scissors to it.

*Cut*

He neatly chopped off the piece of fabric from her right shoulder and tied it's pieces underneath her armpit, preventing her skin from being exposed.

"Hey! What are you trying to..." Vitto's slight protest was cut off by Leo, who immediately set to work, taking off the blood stained bandage.

He picked up a first aid box from beside him and pulled out some cotton to dress the wound again. Vitto who had kinky thoughts flooding her head, immediately shut her mouth, flooded in embarrassment.

"I was going to interrogate you a bit more, but first I need to tend to your wound before you lose any more blood or catch an infection." He said in a somewhat tender voice.

"Oh, so treatment before tussling then." She remarked in a casual tone, smiling to herself like an overly excited puppy.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, I'm merely treating your wound out of pity. And the only reason why I haven't called the police on you, is because you're injured." He explained in a flat tone as he rewrapped her injury.

Vitto furrowed her brows as he slowly processed all what Leo had said, and the bitter realisation dawned on her.

"Fuuuuck! I screwed up!" She cussed in a loud spiteful tone, the woman struggled against the handcuffs and ropes, only to discover she was trapped.

"Don't move too much or you'll reopen the wound." Leo cautioned, struggling to keep her in place and focus on the treatment he was administering.

"I won't hurt you or anything." He said under his breath in a reassuring tone. "I don't hit women." He added in a firm tone, dispelling any creative thoughts in her head.

Vitto who could tell he was sincere with his words lowered her guard and tossed her head back. She rolled her laid-back eyes to meet his professional gaze.

"Then if not sex, then what do you want from me?" She pried in a bid to kill time.

"Answers." He said in a gruff manner, "like for starters, why the hell did you show up at my house?" He asked, hoping for a meaningful conversation.

In truth, he didn't want to keep her confined, but he could guess that if he questioned her, she would run away from him. Hence, in order to prevent this scenario from ever reoccurring in his life, he knew things had to be set straight between them.

But instead of the adult conversation he had hoped for, in response to his question, Vitto sneered at him then stuck out her tongue.

"Telling you would take the fun out of things." She replied, then shot him a flirtatious wink.

"I'm not playing games with you, if you don't cooperate here, I will be forced to call the police." He threatened, resting both his hands on his hips as he stared at the unwilling woman.

"And what exactly will you tell them when they arrive? That the woman with a bloody shoulder, with her hands cuffed behind her is a gangster?" She retorted, an amused smile drawn across her face.

"Or do you want to say that I'm Vitto of the Moretti clan?" The look on her face turned serious all of a sudden, mixed with a bit of anticipation.

'Shit, she's not just riding on her father's tailcoat, this woman she's...' he averted his gaze from her and returned it to his phone, which sat screen up on the dining table.

On his screen, was the reminder he had set for his date with Lucia later that evening at a restaurant he found online.

Between picking up this wounded woman and nursing her back to health, Leo hadn't had time to even think of Lucia, or the hospital at all.

"Fine then. If you won't tell me why you're here, then promise me one thing and I'll uncuff you." Leo said, raising the key to the handcuffs over her head.

"I never break a promise I make to anyone, so depending on what you ask of me, I might just end up never forgiving you for it." She told him, with an unwavering resolve seeping out of her tone.

Leo lowered himself once more in front of her, till they were both staring director at one another.

"I want you to forget all about me and push this absurd idea of marriage out of your head. I will never be with you no matter how hard you try, so promise me..." He took a pause and let out a prolonged sigh.

"That this will be the last time we see each other." Leo calmly told her, intensifying the look on his face.