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The Italian God

“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.

cluelessgixl · Teenager
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Chapter 3

He pulled out a knife from his pocket and walked towards me. I looked at me, my face showing no emotion. If he was going to kill me, he should get it over with. He had a smile on his face that I wanted to slap off.

He stopped right in front of my face dragging the knife from my neck stopping at my chest. I could smell his cologne, I accepted this was what I was going to smell before I die. I closed my eyes waiting for it.

Instead of feeling the knife plunge into me, I felt my dress falling off my body. I opened my eyes and looked at him, eye wide. This fucker cut my dress.

"This dress was expensive!" I yelled I didn't care about the dress.

He took a step back and admired the view. I was only wearing black panties and my gun holster. No bra. I felt myself getting red as he stared at my naked chest. What was he planning on doing? He looked so focused staring at them. I took a deep breath making him look away.

"Who are you," he asked looking at me. I knew he already knew who I was. He was testing to see if I would tell him the truth.

"Rosa Russo" I answer looking to see if I would get a reaction out of him. But his face remained blank. I knew that wasn't the answer he wanted.

"Rosa," he says playing with the name.

"What were you doing with a 9mm," he asked referring to my gun.

"It was a gift," I say smiling

"Maya" I freeze as he said my name. It sounded foreign as he said it.

"I thought you knew better. I don't have time for chitchat" he says moving around the room.

"I know you're a CIA agent. I know your name is Maya Reeds"

"I also know you were sent to kill John Harold. And your partner die tonight as well"

"So then why ask me," I say pouting at him. I just needed to waste his time until they find me.

"Because I wanted to see if you would be smart and tell the truth. But I guess your not"

He was in front of me in seconds. He pressed his knife against my thighs.

"This is nice," he says looking at my holster. I felt his breath on my face, it smelt like whiskey. His hands started moving up my thighs, he paused at my panties. He looked at my face waiting for a reaction. If he wanted to rape me he wouldn't be the first.

He moved it away, moving up. This time he stops at the folds of my breast. "This is also nice" he was still looking at me when he pulled at the nipple I hiss from the pain making him grin.

"Capo" he moved away and looked at the man behind me. I saw his hands reach for something behind me. I stopped breathing when I saw the black stick. I recognise it, he knew. This fucker knew.

He knew they put a tracker in me. They put it in case something like this happens, as long as it's beeping on their side I'm considered alive. If he took it out, they would stop looking for me.

I watch as he held the electromagnetic wand in his hand. I looked at him panicked. The place they put it was dangerous. And I knew he was going to take it out regardless.

He started at my head, moving to my hands. But it didn't beep, he moved to my neck, his face was fixed. He was concentrate trying not to miss a spot. If I moved my hands I would be able to feel the tracker down my stomach. I didn't want him to know I was scared.

He moves to my breast, making the stick touch my nipples. I took a shaking breath as he went down. He noticed and smiled. He moved it to my waistline and it went off. He leaves it there for a second smiling at it.

"trials fuori," he says moving back. I started struggling against the rope. He told them to take it out.

"No, please don't!" I begged. Not because I wanted the tracker to stay but if they don't cut right they could destroy my ovaries or womb. The tracker was right next to it.

He ignores me and let his goons collect the knife.

"Please!" I yelled trying to move but I was just hurting my self. I wasn't planning on having children anytime soon but I don't want them to destroy my chances.

The man with the knife stopped and looked at his boss waiting for his command. I looked at him, pleading. But his blue eyes held no emotions when he nodded his head.

"Don't move and he won't cut into anything important"

"I'm gonna drive a bullet so far up your ass if I get freed" I yelled at him but he just chuckles.

"Don't fucking touch me!" I screamed at the man holding the knife. But he ignored me and got on his knees in front of my stomach.

"Look at me!" I screamed again. This time he looks up. "This is going to be the last face you see when you die" I promised him.

"Try to not move," he says with his Italian accent ignoring what I said. I looked away trying to look at anything else in the empty room but I made contact with blue eyes. I screamed when I felt the knife pierce my skin. I understood why they had put be asleep when they put it in. It hurt like fuck.

Tried my best to stay still, but my legs were shaking. I could feel the blood dripping down my legs as he looked for the tiny tracker. I felt his fingers moving inside me. I was getting drowsy, my eyes were becoming too heavy. I looked back at the blue eyes begging him to stop this. I screamed again feeling a sharp pain. I was biting my lips to stop me from screaming, I could taste blood in my mouth. I didn't want to satisfy him with my pain.

"I'm gonna kill you" I managed to whisper as he got closer.

"sbrigati, cazzo!" he yelled but not at me I think

I tried to keep my eyes open, but I was getting tired. I felt his fingers on my numbed face

"dormi piccola, stiamo andando in gita" I hear him say before I pass out.

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Translation

"sbrigati, cazzo!" — "hurry the fuck up"

"dormi piccola, stiamo andando in gita" — sleep baby we are going on a little trip