Warning: Mature Content!
Scarlett
I felt like I was in my worst nightmare ever. I went grocery shopping in the morning and now I am tied up here in a weird room with all kinds of torture b**m kinda set up with Giovanni Bianchy standing in front of me wearing a blood curdling smile. He looked lethal and I knew in my heart that he meant what he said. This was going to be my own personal hell.
"Where am I?" I demanded as I tried to cease the coughing.
"In my home," He answered, enjoying himself as he sat in front of me, arms crossed across his chest and one leg thrown over the other casually.
"You live in Chicago?" I inquired, frowning. Giovanni guffawed loudly and I frowned. What was so funny?
"No. Tesoro,"
