Twisted Fixation

Chapter 7

She wouldn't be so worried if she had a weapon with her. She's sick to her stomach because she's in the mafia's good graces, but she can't afford to waste any more time. She has no way of contacting George, and her mother may be in danger.

After pulling that stunt on Giancarlo, surely, he won't just sit around and let it slide. Why she's still breathing at this moment is a big mystery to her. Or maybe Giancarlo is the typical type of predator who wants to play with its prey and once he gets bored, he is going for the kill.

She took a few deep breaths and after deliberating her situation, she stood up and walked to the closet. She could be in a dreadful position but she has this feeling that they would not kill her just yet.

"This f*****g pervert!" she yelled upon realizing that the clothes were all provocative. She does not have the purpose of putting on a fashion show for him, but she couldn't find pants, let alone a plain shirt.

She considers just wearing the oversized white sleeved polo she has on right now but the length does not even reach half of her thighs and one unnecessary movement could lead to her underwear being seen.

Not that she should care about it anymore, especially that she woke up wearing different clothes but still, she won't let the mafia boss have the satisfaction to see her as a woman.

Yuri went to the bathroom, still frustrated by her helplessness. The possibility of hidden cameras appearing anywhere suddenly occurred to her, but she chose to dismiss it. She just wants to get out of there as soon as possible. She decided to figure out how she was going to do it later.

She wants to take a relaxing bath, but she can't because of the bondage on her forehead. When she tried to press it, she realized the wound was still open, so she decided to leave it alone to ensure the bondage was dry. She finished by putting on the black dress and matching underwear. Instead of putting on shoes, she settled for the slippers she was wearing. She contemplated for a moment, but after weighing her options, she decided to put on the white long-sleeved polo too, as if it were a cardigan.

If Gillian could see her right now, she might yell at her for not having a fashion sense.

"I'm ready!" she yelled and then knocked at the door. The gesture makes her want to laugh as how ironic it is that she is inside the room but she was the one who needs to knock. It did not take a few seconds when the door unlocked and it opened.

It was Favio again but this time he was accompanied by two men who were both armed with guns.

Yuri mentally did a calculation. Compared to Favio, the other two seem easier to overpower first. She just needs to knock one of them out so she could snag a gun.

For the first time since she woke up, things were finally looking up for her but it didn't take long when her plan crumbled into pieces as she felt a cold metal pressed on her forehead.

Favio smiled sweetly but dangerously. "Signorina, you didn't even bother to keep your thoughts to yourself. Giancarlo specifically stated that we should treat you with respect, but we should not hesitate to kill you if you misbehave. I haven't eaten yet, so I'm not in the mood for a funeral."

No matter how Yuri looks at it, she is at a huge disadvantage. With no weapon and the territory not even hers, she could even disappear here without a trace. She cannot afford for such a thing to happen. All that scheming to get back to Giancarlo Costa shouldn't go to waste.

She raised both hands in resignation, and this time, she meant it well. Favio put down the gun and started walking the hallway. She was urged to follow with the two men tailing behind her.

Now that she's outside, she takes a look around, although no matter where she averts her gaze, there are men stationed anywhere. The place is even enormous. Giancarlo has mansions and safe houses across the country, but she did not expect one to be this extravagant, especially since he has a mansion in Sicily, which is his official residence.

But what should she expect? Mr. Mafia Boss could be earning a million dollars every minute and this is just nothing to him.

They were led to a more spacious room with a long dining table once they reached the end of the hallway.

Yuri raised her brow, witnessing how Giancarlo seemed to enjoy punching a man with a sadistic grin on his face. The force behind each blow was unsettling, as if he took pleasure in inflicting pain on others. Despite the carpet floor being red, it was stained with dark splotches of blood. Everyone else is just watching his disturbing display of aggression, as if it's not a rare occurrence anymore.

She looked at the man Giancarlo was treating like a punching bag and saw the familiar tattoos on his arms and face. He was the leader of the Blackwater gang.

After a few more punches, Giancarlo eventually stopped. She thought that perhaps he had finally satisfied his sadistic desires. However, to her surprise, Giancarlo's twisted smile only grew wider as he pulled a gun from his pocket and shot the man in the head. ending his life instantly.

Yuri knew that she should not be surprised, as Giancarlo's reputation has always included him being ruthless and unpredictable, which is a true embodiment of a mafia boss' nature.

But witnessing the cold-blooded murder right in front of her made her question whether she had underestimated just how cruel and merciless he truly was.

Their gazes met for a moment before Giancarlo sat on the dining table, and as if on cue, the chef beside him started to explain the menu. Because she is unfamiliar with the dishes on the table, she assumed they were mostly Italian.

"Tutti voi, uscite." (All of you, leave.)

She was unsure of what it meant in English, but perhaps it was an Italian way of dismissing everyone because everyone else in the area—including Favio—left until there were only the two of them left.

Neither of them said anything, but Yuri maintained eye contact with him until Giancarlo backed off with a laugh. At the sight, she clenched her fist. If they were in a different location and the circumstances were different, she would not hesitate to kill him. She will continue to push her luck no matter how many times she fails.

"My clothes look good on you. It will be in your best interest to sit down, Signorina."

She did not need to be told twice. She pulled the chair across him and waited for his next words. The distance between them is a few meters away.

"Aren't you starving? If the food isn't to your liking, I can have the chef whip up something for you."

She almost threw up at that. She couldn't imagine how Giancarlo could be so oblivious when there was a dead body on the floor. The thought of eating anything at that moment made her stomach churn even more.

"What do you need me for? Let me go."

Giancarlo raised his brows in amusement. He then crossed his arms on his chest.

"Wouldn't you say that last time's events were quite interesting?"

Her hands are shaking in fury but Favio's words echo in her mind.

"I truly mean it, Giancarlo Costa. I have been looking forward to killing you."

She was expecting him to taunt her but his face turned cold. "I have hundreds of enemies around me that I won't even trust God himself with my life. But usually, I know my enemies' reason as to why they despise me and want me killed. But with you, let's just say that I am completely lost about what I have done to you. I am certain that you haven't been my woman before too."

She tried her best to stretch her patience, but she failed miserably. She rose from her seat, grabbed the first thing she could reach, and hurled it at Giancarlo, who remained motionless despite the fact that his face was covered in tomato sauce from the platter that had hit him.

Yuri's hands are shaking and so are her tears that are welling up around her eyes. It was the first time that she felt incredibly enraged. And seeing how Giancarlo is unbothered by it is adding more fuel to the fire.

"You killed my father. He was not even a drug dealer to begin with but one night, we were just told that you ordered a hit on him because he stole your goods."

There was only silence and Yuri cannot predict what the mafia boss is thinking as his face is void of any emotions.

"How could you kill someone so easily, as if you'd just killed an animal on the side of the road? He was my father and he was a husband. I don't care what you do with your life, but how could you? How could you possibly.." she wanted to scream more expletives, but the pain in her chest was too much for her to bear. She burst into tears and sobbed uncontrollably.

Her cries were heard by everyone else in the mansion. Even Favio, who was on the other side of the room, could hear the entire conversation. But it is a situation that Giancarlo must attend to personally, so despite knowing that Morituro had nothing to do with the death of that woman's father, he stood firm.

And just by looking at it, it looks like Giancarlo has a plan of his own already.

Giancarlo is uneasy about the sensation because he hasn't felt sympathy for another person in his chest in a while. It surprised him to see Yuri crying like a baby in front of him because every time a woman cries in front of him, it is for a totally different reason, and usually it involves s*x and pleasure. A stark contrast to that woman who was just hell-bent on stabbing him with a hairpin just a few hours ago.

He let a whole ten minutes pass and when she still didn't stop, he stood from his seat and went to her. Yuri was forced to look up to him because he tilted her chin upwards.

She may have been exhausted from crying because, surprisingly, she was powerless to resist when she had the opportunity to slam her fist into his face.

"In case your friend Gillian did not tell you, a lot of people have been impersonating me. I have a very talented intelligence officer working for me, and I was told that your father died three years ago. I am not one who lies about something I do, but I do not also take credit for something that I did not do, Signorina."

Yuri's eyes widened at that. She wanted to retort that he was lying but seeing Giancarlo's expression made her think twice.

"I was not even here three years ago, and aside from my legal businesses, I had no dealings here in your country. So, don't you think the person who told you I was the one who killed your father is the one you should be looking for?"

Her mouth went dry as he wandered back to the time where the news of his father's death reached them. There's just no way that the police officer would lie to them! The captain of that precinct was a good friend of his father too!

With her head full of unanswered questions and doubts, Yuri just found herself being kissed by the mafia boss. She attempted to strike him with her fist, but he caught it in midair. She then opened her mouth to bite his lips, but he took advantage of the opportunity to thrust his tongue inside her.

"Cazzo, mi fai impazzire." (Damn, you're driving me crazy.)