Serena's POV
"Now I punish you for thinking you can defend another man in front of me," Nero said to me with a straight face.
"What are you talking about?" I was confused.
"You defended Elio," he stated casually.
My jaw was on the floor. Elio wasn't even a threat. He was an older man—probably in his late forties or early fifties.
"You can't be serious, Nero. I was scared you were going to fire him. That's the only reason I defended him."
Nero didn't listen. He put me over his shoulder and carried me out of his room. He took me to another room on the second floor and put me on the bed. It was another s*x room, and it was very similar to the one back in New York.
"This is another s*x room," I told him.
"Yes. I had it made recently. I knew I would be bringing you her
