TRAPPED. The second I saw him I felt trapped. When he f****d me I felt caged. All Luciano Vitale stands for, to me, is captivity.
Imprisonment.
He took me back, and now, he's trying to butter me up, by giving me a little freedom to breathe before caging me again.
At first, I started plotting, other Mafia Families be damned. But then I felt it. The shift in power. The shift in attitude.
As I hear the bullet rip through the air, I realize why I'm being hunted.
Luciano Vitale was in my hands.
And he, along with everyone else knew it.
After breakfast, he took me to the bedroom.
"I am sorry," He starts as soon as the door closes. "I didn't know-"
Unwittingly, a smile flirts on my lips.
"I know, Lucy."
He smiles, disregarding my nickname for him.
"Then... You're not mad at me?"
I sh
