Chapter 3
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I barely had time to register my surroundings before the door slammed shut behind me.
The heavy, creaking door echoed in the grand hall of the mansion. The stone floors beneath my feet felt cold, like they were absorbing every ounce of warmth I had left. I glanced around quickly. There was no escape.
Alessandro hadn’t said a word since we’d arrived, but the silence in the air was thick enough to choke on. He led the way, his black suit sharp against the shadows. I hesitated, unwilling to take a single step into the heart of his prison, but then his voice, cold and cutting, reached me.
“Move,” he ordered, never turning to look at me.
My fists clenched at my sides, and my teeth ground together. “I’m not a dog to be ordered around.” The words slipped out before I could stop them, but they felt right. I was done being treated like I didn’t have a voice, like I didn’t have a choice.
He stopped walking, his broad back to me. I couldn’t see his face, but I could feel the tension in the air shift. The coldness between us thickened.
He turned around, his eyes pinning me in place like an insect on display. There was something in his gaze that made my stomach drop, something predatory, and it made me freeze.
“You’re going to learn something, Valeria,” he said, his voice low and deliberate. “This isn’t a negotiation. You don’t get to choose here. I do.”
Every inch of me bristled at the way he spoke, as though he owned me, as though I was already his. But I wasn’t going to let him see how much his words got under my skin.
“So, what? You think I’m just going to follow you around like some... trophy?” I asked, my voice biting. “Because you’re a mafia don and you think I’m too weak to fight you?”
A flicker of something crossed his face, too quick to catch, but it was enough to make my breath catch. Was that amusement?
“You think you’re the first person to talk back to me?” he asked, taking a step closer. My heart thudded louder, but I refused to back down. I had no choice but to face him.
“No,” I shot back. “But I’m the first one who isn’t scared of you.”
He smirked, leaning in just slightly, his breath warm against my face. The proximity made my pulse quicken. This man was dangerous, and the way he moved, the way he carried himself—it was like he knew he could break me in an instant.
“You should be scared,” he murmured. “You’re standing in my house now. And in my world, people who don’t know their place... they disappear.”
My chest tightened. He wasn’t threatening me. He was warning me. But I refused to let him see how much his words rattled me.
“So, what now?” I asked, voice shaking only slightly. “You lock me up in some cell and throw away the key?”
“Something like that.” His eyes flashed darkly, like a storm about to break. “You’ll learn your place soon enough.”
I swallowed hard, but my resolve held steady. No. I wasn’t going to break. Not this time.
Alessandro studied me for a long moment, as though weighing whether I was worth the effort. And then, as if deciding I was, he straightened up and gestured toward the staircase ahead.
“Follow me,” he said.
I didn’t move.
“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what you want from me,” I demanded, staring him down. “What is this, Ricci? Why am I here?”
He didn’t answer right away. He just stared at me, his dark eyes unreadable. Then, after a long pause, he finally spoke.
“I’m not here to explain myself to you. I brought you here because I need something. And whether you like it or not, you’re going to help me get it.”
“Help you?” I scoffed. “And if I refuse?”
His lips curled into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “You won’t.”
I hated the certainty in his voice. Hated that he was right. For now, at least, I had no choice. But I would find a way to get out of this. I had to.
I forced myself to walk toward him, though every step felt like it was dragging me deeper into his world. I passed the grand staircase, the dark corridors leading deeper into the house. It was like walking into a tomb—a beautiful, haunting tomb.
The mansion felt like a place that held too many secrets. Secrets Alessandro Ricci wasn’t ready to share. But I could feel them lurking, waiting for me to stumble upon them.
And I would. I’d dig up every dark thing he was hiding. It was only a matter of time.
We walked in silence for a while, the only sounds the echo of our footsteps and the occasional creak of the old wood beneath our feet. The deeper we went into the house, the darker it became. The walls were lined with old portraits, the kind that gave off an air of wealth and history.
At the end of the hall, Alessandro stopped in front of a set of double doors. He pushed them open without a word, and I followed him into what looked like a grand study. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with leather-bound books and objects I couldn’t quite place.
“Sit,” Alessandro ordered, his voice calm again.
I glanced around. The room wasn’t anything like I’d expected. It wasn’t cold or unwelcoming—it was almost... familiar. The walls were lined with rich mahogany, and a fire crackled in the large hearth. But nothing could disguise the darkness that loomed in the corners, the sense that nothing here was as it seemed.
“Why do I need to sit?” I asked, crossing my arms. “You’re not going to lock me in here, are you?”
Alessandro turned, giving me a look that almost seemed amused. “No. Not yet.”
I swallowed, suddenly unsure. “Then what?”
His eyes never left mine. “I need your help. Whether you want to help me or not is irrelevant.”
The tension in the room thickened, and for the first time since I’d been brought here, I felt a flicker of doubt.
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