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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 · Adolescente
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Chapter 14

Maya Pov

"Open the drawer to your left," he said unbuttoning his shirt.

We were currently in his bathroom, he hasn't said a word since we got in just lead me to the bathroom and sat on the counter. He locked the room door behind him before he went inside the bathroom and I followed behind him.

I opened the drawer he pointed to, there was a first aid kit inside. Placing it right next to his leg. He had taken his shirt, it was now on the floor. I tried not to stare at his naked chest.

"You just grazed my skin. No bullet inside" he says focusing on his arm that was bleeding.

"Take out the alcohol wipes and clean it," he tells me

Doing as he said I took out the wipes and walked towards him. Trying not to touch his legs, I started cleaning the blood slowly not wanting to hurt him any more than I already did.

"Is this new?" I heard him ask,

I felt his hands at the side of my face that had the new bruise. I could still feel it throbbing, it can join the other bruises in my body.

"Who did it?" he questioned looking at the bruise.

I looked into his blue eyes and almost opened my mouth to tell him who did it, when I remembered he did the same to me not too long ago I ignored him and kept clean and his wound.

"Answer my question" I felt him tog on my hair pulling my head back.

I dropped my hands away from his and looked at his face. His hands got tighter on my hair making me wince, I pushed against his naked chest feeling his warm hard skin.

"I promise no one will put hands on you again" he whispers, cupping my face. I almost scoff, like he wasn't the one giving them orders.

"Not anymore" he reassures me "you are now a guest, no longer a prisoner"

"A guest that can't leave!" I questioned

"Yes," he says 'you know and seen too much now'

I opened my mouth to say I won't tell anyone what I know but I felt his hands on my chin bringing my face closer to his, he was looking down at my lips making me lick them unconsciously. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, I knew what he was about to do and I didn't plan on stopping him. I closed my eye when I saw his face moving down to mine.

I felt his warm breath on my lips as I waited for his to take mine, but he didn't. I opened my eyes and saw him staring at me intensely as if trying to figure me out. I felt his hands moving down from my waist to my butt, he grins when he saw the shocked expression on my face. He grabs it making me gasp in shock, he used the opportunity to take my mouth in his. I left out an unexpected moan when his tongue touched mine, he grabs my butt tighter pushing me against his legs.

I move my lips against his trying to get all of him, he tasted like honey and whiskey. I don't remember the last time I was kissed like this, putting my arms on this hair I pulled against it like he did mine making him groan, he started moving his hands to the shirt I was wearing. He rips it apart making the buttons fall to the floor, my chest naked to him. He pulls away roughly biting my lips. He moves back and stares at my naked breast.

"I've wanted them in my mouth the second I laid eyes on them" he mutters in Italian using one of his hands to grab my left breast.

"That would have ended with a bullet in you," I say smiling up at him

"Fuck" he says before taking my nipples in his mouth. I let out a loud moan pushing it hard against his mouth. He licks and sucks on them making me throw my head back in pleasure, giving him more access. He plays with my nipples with his tongue. He pulls away and moved to the other one, just as he was about to take it in his mouth there was a loud knock on the door that made me jump back panicked.

I look up at him not wanting whoever was at the door to know what we were doing, I looked up at him, his lips were still wet as he licked them. He says something in Russian that I didn't recognise, he gave me an intense look before he made his way to the bedroom door. I noticed the bulge in his trousers trying not to stare too hard at it.

What the hell has gotten into me, I'm meant to be finding a way to escape not making out with the enemy. My captor, the man I just shot. I just kissed him and it was the best kiss I have ever had. Looking down at my red wet nipples, pulled my shirt together trying to cover up before making my way out of the room. I could hear him talking to someone but it was in Russian so I didn't understand a word.

Before I could listen the door closed; slammed very loudly making the walls shake. A very angry Lorenzo walked past me into the wardrobe. He was shoving clothes angrily into a black bag. Was he leaving?

"What's going on?" I asked confused

'I have shit to do in Italy'

'What shit?'

He looked at me like I already knew the answer and I did. He meant his business. I didn't want to know more than I already did.

'When will you be back?' I asked curiously. I can't say I will miss him.

'Not for a while I almost smiled as he said that. Which he went I could plan my escape before he gets back.

'Pack some clothes that you can wear

I freeze as he said that, was he talking to me?

'I know they are men clothes but I won't have time to take you shopping and you can't walk around naked as much as I will like that'

Yep. He had lost his mind.

'Who are you talking to?' Cause it's not me.

'You, of course, there is a bag in there' My eyes follow his pointing finger

'I'm not coming with you I laugh nervously

'You are, don't have time for your bullshit' he says shaving more clothes into the bag.

'I'm not I say more forcefully. It would be easier for him to escape with him gone.

'If I have to drag you out by your hair I will. As long as you are on that plane!'

'I will like to see you try'

He looks at me with a promising look on his face.

'Don't tempt me Bambina" he says looking at me with a dangerous look. I raise my brow, looking at the arm I injured, he doesn't know what I could do to him. I could be so much worst to him.

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I WILL KILL HIM! The minute he u ties me I will wrap my hands around his fat neck and straggle him. They tied my hands together before we got on the jet after he dragged me out the house, he blindfolded me and had my feet and hands tied.

There wasn't any point with the amount of protesting I did, he still got me on the jet to Italy. I was telling him ways I would kill him on our way there, promising to do it very soon. Of course he ignored me, I was only entertained Alession that wouldn't stop laughing.

Here I was again on another plane with two ugly men in front of me and back to where everything started. When they took off my blindfold I didn't see Lorenzo anywhere near me but I noticed the curtains were drawn close. I didn't need to guess what he was doing. I don't know what happened but I started feeling a sharp pain in my chest. I tried not looking at the other men when I heard feminine screams. Fucking ass, I will cut his fucking hands if he tries to touch me with them.

I wondered if I would make it back to Russian to see Aria, I was getting fond of her. She was the only person I would call human there. She had no blood on her hands like the rest of us, she was innocent she won't hurt a fly if you even gave her a chance.

Unlike me, I was no flower, everything about me was used and rotten. I wasn't any better than them, I was a killer since the age of 18. I stopped justifying it, I thought the fact I only killed bad men was making it right but the second I killed those innocent people I knew I was no better than the monster I hate.