Bloody Valentine

3. Italy

Bloody Valentine's POV

I stare at the man in front of me with astonishment, disbelief and a little bit of fear. He is known to be the most vicious and dangerous man to walk the earth till now. His father had the same reputation when he was the king but his ten times worse. 

This is the first time that I am seeing him as there are no photos of him anywhere and whoever has seen him is too scared to even describe his features. I used to think, maybe he was an ugly bastard, who scared the s**t out of everyone but now that he stands in front of me in all his royal glory, I can't seem to take my eyes off of him.

"Done gawking, principessa?", he asks with a smug smirk on his face. 

"You can't seem to find words to talk anymore", he mocks me and I come back to my senses. 

"I will work for you but let Anthony go".

"And why would I do that. I can really use another hacker and one as good as him. So, you accept my deal then?", he asks as he squats down to my level and looks me in the eye. 

"I don't seem to have another choice, do I?", I reply with a sarcastic smile and he growls before gripping my jaw tightly in his hands. 

"Watch your mouth, cagna. I would kill you this instant", he says and leaves my jaw, jerking to my left. 

"What did you just call me?", I growl the words out. 

"b***h. I called you a b***h. What are you going to do about it?", he asks, while circling me like a lion, ready to pounce on his prey. 

"Let me loose and call me that again. I will show you what I will do to you", I say and he fires and the bullet gets lodged in my right upper arm. I mumble a series of curse words but don't give him the satisfaction of hearing my screams. 

"You are stronger than I thought, but still weak in my eyes. You will sign the contract right now and your training will begin once we go back to Italy", he says and I jerk my head in his direction. 

"Italy? I am not going anywhere".

"Its funny that you think you have a choice, principessa. When I say something, that is the end of it and the sooner you get that through your thick skull, the better", he says and is about to leave the room when I stop him. 

"I want to see Anthony". 

"You don't get to make demands here but you can see him after you sign the contract", he nods at his Capos or whatever they are and leaves the room, not sparing me a glance.  

"I am going to loosen your right hand so you can sign. Don't try anything", the buff man says and I roll my eyes at him before slightly nodding my head. 

The man loosens the cuff and I rotate my wrist a little, relieving some stiffness. 

"Sign here", he says and hands me a pen, holding the corner of the paper tightly. I read through the contract, making sure there were no loopholes. I couldn't find any and I decided to sign. After that was done, the buff man motions for the man standing just outside the door ad he nods before leaving and coming back with Anthony, who was being held by two men. He looks up and his eyes meet mine. 

"The f**k?!", he screams and fights against them but he seems a little week because of the drugs that they gave him. 

"Tie him to the chair opposite her", the buff man says and the two men nod and tie him roughly to the chair, similar to mine. 

"You have ten minutes before we come back in. Don't try to do anything smart as there are cameras here and we can see and hear every word you say", the buff man says and they all leave the room, slamming the door behind them. 

"The f**k is going on B? How did they get you?"

I tell him the entire story from the start to end and also about the contract that I signed. 

"Why would you sign it?! Are you out of your damn mind?", he screams and I roll my eyes at him before telling him to calm the hell down. 

"If I didn't, we would be six feet under. Mariano Russo wasn't kidding when he said that". 

"I don't give a f**k. I don't want to work for them". 

"He promised to hand over or at least help us to find the last man who killed Adena, Anthony. I am not going to give up just because you are being a p***y".

"What makes you think he will do that?", he asks with a skeptical look on his face. I turn my head towards the camera, knowing fully well, that the bastard is watching over us. 

"If he doesn't, I will kill him along with his little pets in cold blood", I say and stare at the camera for a few more seconds before turning to face Anthony. 

"Fine. When do we leave for Italy?", before I could reply, the door slams open and the buff man along with his minions walks in, glaring at me. I smirk, knowing he heard the conversation. 

"We leave tomorrow morning. We will escort you both to your rooms right now". 

"We need to grab our stuff from the apartment", Anthony says. 

"Some of our men are already there, cleaning your apartment", the buff man replies. 

"Lets go", he gestures for the men to loosen our holds. 

"Don't try to run, ragazza, you will regret it", the buff man says and I roll my eyes. 

"I wasn't planning on it", I tell him though that was my plan. 

"Sure", he says and the men roughly hold me up while the other two do the same. 

"Lets get that bullet out of there", a man holding me says and that's when I realize its still in there.

Without waiting for a reply, they haul us out of the room. The men roughly pull me up the stairs and into the elevator. I try my best to assess my surroundings but I still feel a little drowsy. 

"Take him to his room while we get her treated", the men nod and they take Anthony in a different direction. 

"I can walk without you guys manhandling me", they all scoff and the man on my right, tightens his hold on my lower arm, making me hiss. 

"What's the fun in that", he says and I scowl at his stupid face. 

After walking for a few more minutes, we stand in front of a white door. I can hear some people talking from the inside but the buff man opens the door without knocking, cutting the voices halfway. 

"We have someone for you to treat, Lorenzo", the buff man says and he motions for the two clowns on either side of me to bring me inside. 

The room is painted completely white, giving it a depressing look. Three men stand in the middle of the room, looking at me with narrowed eyes. 

"Who is she?", a young man, around twenty, asks the buff man. Before he could reply, I reply for myself. 

"Bloody Valentine", I look them in the eyes and I could see the confusion clear up. The men admire me and that is clear in their eyes but it is gone within a fraction of second, replaced by a cold look. 

"The infamous, Bloody Valentine", the third man muses and stalks towards me and grips my jaw. 

"Didn't know you were such a beauty", he says and before I could cut his throat open, a voice, all too familiar now, booms around the room. 

"What the f**k is going on here?", Mariano enters the room, glaring at the man's hand on my jaw. He quickly removes his hand and takes a step back. 

"Is the bullet out yet?", he asks the buff man and he shakes his head. 

"Then what the hell are you waiting for, christmas? Get to work Lorenzo", he says and sits on one of the chairs, pouring himself a glass of whisky. 

"Leave her", Lorenzo orders and the two clowns let go of me and leave the room, closing the door behind them. 

"Come on and sit. Let me get a look", he gestures for me to take a seat on the chair and examines my arm. He brings all his supplies and takes out a syringe to give me anesthesia. 

"Don't need it", I tell him and he raises an eyebrow. 

"Are you sure? The bullet is a little deep inside".

"Just go ahead and remove it", I tell him. I have endured much worse than this. I have forgotten what pain feels like anymore. 

"Fine", with that, he puts the syringe down and picks up the scissors with a bent-end. He sterilized it using alcohol and looking at me one last time, he pushes it inside the wound, navigating through it to take the bullet out. 

I grip the handle of the chair tightly but not a sound escapes me. I have been trained to endure pain and not make a sound of protest. I look everywhere, taking in everything. All the men look at me with piercing eyes, waiting for me to react but to their disappointment, I am stronger than they think. I look straight at Mariano, whose eyes have not left me even for a second. He is judging me and waiting desperately for me to scream in agony because assholes like him enjoy the sight of someone squirming and screaming in pain. I would know that as I am one of them. I like to play with my prey before killing them but it also depends on what the person has done. 

"Got it", Lorenzo says and pulls it out, dropping it into the tray. 

"I will patch this up and give you something for the pain", he says and starts bandaging the arm. 

"I just need bourbon", I say and Mariano's eyes narrow at me while the men gawk at my confidence. 

"I told you this before and I will repeat for the last time, you don't make the demands here", Mariano glares at me, daring me to object him. I glare back and hold his gaze until, Lorenzo clears his throat. 

"Bourbon you say?"

"Yep. That's all I drink".

"Can you even handle it, piccolo ragazza?", the buff man scoffs and I glare at him. 

"I can handle my liquor better than you asshole", I spit at him and he narrows his eyes at me. 

"Enough", Mariano's commands and he backs down. 

"You will go to your room and sleep or do whatever the f**k you want. Tomorrow morning we are leaving for Italy. Come down early so I can introduce you to everybody", Mariano says and gets up and walks to the door. Turning around, he raises an eyebrow at me. 

"You want me to follow you?", I ask him and he nods his head. 

"Thank you", I whisper to Lorenzo before leaving the room, following the asshole, who walks ahead of me, his head held high as if he owns the place, which he does. 

He walks in front of a room which is locked. He takes out a key and opens the door, going inside ad gestures me to come in as well. The room is huge with three more doors inside. It is painted in white but is not as depressing as Lorenzo's. A huge bed is placed in the middle, with a bedside table. 

"You will stay here tonight. Your clothes and other stuff are in the bag. Don't bother to unpack as we leave early tomorrow. Be there at six in the morning", he says. 

"Where is my dagger?", I ask him. I have been dying to to know where it was. 

"It is with me. You will get it when I know I can trust you", he says with an arrogant smirk on his stupidly gorgeous face. 

"Trust me? What more do you want me to do your highness?"

"A lot of things, principessa but we will talk more once we get to Italy", with that he turns around and leaves the room.

"I will send someone to get you in the morning", with that he locks the f*****g door and leaves me alone.

"f*****g asshole", I look around and there's nothing I can use to escape and now that I think about it, I am not sure I can escape this place. It must be guarded better than the white house itself. 

I change into a pair of pajamas and get comfortable on the bed. The assholes didn't pack my sleep medicines which means I won't be sleeping much tonight. I turn off the lights and close my eyes, immediately falling back into the series of nightmares.