CHAPTER THREE: THE DON'S POSSESSION
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“You belong to me,” the words echoed in Victoria’s head again. She took a step back, her voice
trembling.
“What are you talking about?”
Luciano didn’t move, he made sure his gaze was directed at her.
“You think I brought you here for fun?”
She swallowed hard.
“I think you’re insane.”
“You might be right,” he replied and laughed a little. He soon started walking toward him and
When he stopped, he was close enough for her to feel his breath.
“I don’t like being followed,” he said.
“And right now, you’re the reason I’m being watched.”
“I didn’t ask you to save me,” she snapped, pushing his chest lightly.
“You would’ve been dead in that rain if I hadn’t.” His jaw tightened.She looked away and replied,
“Maybe that would’ve been better.”
He tilted her chin back with one finger, forcing her eyes to meet his.
“Don’t say that again,” he warned.
“Not in my house,” he added.
For a while, he just stared deep into her eyes. He leaned in, with his lips almost touching hers, it
Was so close until when his phone rang.
He cursed under his breath and turned away, answering it.
“Parla,” he said in Italian, his tone sharp.
Victoria didn’t understand a word, but she could feel the tension from the way his hand gripped.
The edge of the table.
When he ended the call, he turned towards her, and she could tell right away that whatever they
Had discussed in the call wasn't a good one.
“You’re staying here,” he said quietly.
“Don’t argue,” he added.
“I never agreed to that,” she replied sternly.
“You don’t have to,” he said with a tone of finality.
The next morning, just after she had got up from bed and had her bath, a maid had come to her.
In her room carrying a black box.
“From the Don,” she said.
Victoria frowned as she asked. “The Don?”
The maid only nodded and left when she finally unboxed it. It contained a silk dress that looks
Too complicated to be a decent wear.
She almost threw it back into the box, but she just decided to try it on. And when she finally
Wore it, it hugged all the curves on her body, and it made her look extremely beautiful.
Even when she stepped out of the room, she caught him staring.
Luciano’s gaze moved from her neck to her legs, and his jaw ticked slightly.
“You wear it well,” he said.
She crossed her arms.
“You think you can dress me like one of your... toys? His lips twitched. “If I wanted a toy, I wouldn’t pick one that bites.”
She glared and rolled her eyes, disgusted.
He smirked. “That’s the problem, Tesoro. You’re in my house. That makes you mine, for now.”
Before she could answer, one of his men entered the room.
“Boss,” the man said, glancing quickly at Victoria for a little too long before Luciano’s head.
Turned slowly.
The man looked away fast, clearing his throat.
“About the shipment...”
Victoria noticed how tense Luciano became.
“Talk,” he said.
“The containers arrive tonight. But we got word the auction might be moved.”
Luciano’s voice dropped.
“Who’s handling it?”
“Franco and the Russians.”
Luciano cursed in Italian and waved the man away.
But the man hesitated, with his eyes flickering again to Victoria, and she had seen that.
Later that night, she went to the garden for air, and she didn’t expect to see the same man.
There, smoking by the rail.
He smiled when he saw her.
“You shouldn’t be out alone,” he said.
“I needed a break,” she replied, turning to leave.
But he stepped closer.
“Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Good,” she said flatly.
He chuckled. “You’re beautiful, you know that? The boss has got good taste.”
“Why not? You think I don’t see the way he looks at you? Every man here sees it.” She frowned. “Don’t talk about me like that.”
“Then they should learn to look away.”
He took another step closer.
“Or maybe you like it, the attention.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Back off.”
"Everyone here is really crazy," she cursed under her breath.
He reached for her arm, and she shoved him back hard.
“Don’t touch me.”
But before he could speak again, she heard a voice from behind her.
“What the hell is going on here?!”
The man froze and retreated immediately.
“Boss... I was just...”
Luciano’s knife moved before Victoria even saw him take it out, before anyone knew what next,
He shoved it into the man's hand.
The man screamed, falling to his knees.
Luciano leaned down, placing his mouth on the guard's ears.
“Next time you look at her, I’ll cut more than your hand.”
He wiped the blade on the man’s shirt and turned to Victoria. She was already shaking. “You
Didn’t have to...”
He stepped closer.
“He touched what’s mine.”
“I’m not yours,” she said quietly.
He stopped right in front of her and his eyes softened for a second.
“You keep saying that,” he said.
"We'll see about that."
“What does that even mean?” with her voice, one could easily tell how scared she was.
He didn’t even answer, he just brushed past her, heading back inside.
That night, Victoria couldn't sleep a wink. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the blood. At one point, she got up and sat by the window, hugging her knees.
Through the window she could see the guards moving to and from in urgency.
She saw Luciano again, standing near the gate, and talking to another man in a black coat.
They were speaking Italian, so Victoria didn’t understand everything, but she understood
enough.
Whatever Luciano was into, it wasn’t legal. Of course, he was the feared Mafia Don she
Somehow, I got involved with it. It wasn't enough that she had lost her parents at a very young age,
Got betrayed by her husband and her own sister. And now, this? Her life was definitely one
One hurdle after the other.
Victoria didn’t see Luciano again until morning.
He was in the study, leaning on the desk with his sleeves rolled up when she walked in.
“Sit,” he said.
She didn’t move. “If you’re going to keep me here, at least tell me why.”
"Because I don’t trust you outside.”
“You think I’ll run?”
“I think you’ll die.”
"Who was he anyway? Why the hell was he concerned about whether she'd die?" she
Thought, or at least she thought she had. She has said it aloud!
He was about to talk when a loud bang echoed outside. Luciano’s head snapped toward the
window. It was gunfire!
He moved fast, pulling her down beside the table.
“Stay down,” he ordered.
“What’s happening?”
He pulled out his gun. “It's a message.”
“From who?”
He didn't even reply to her and immediately ran out of the room with the gun in his hands.
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