GUILIA
“How dare you?!” Before I could stop myself, I had already landed a slap on his face. My patience had gotten to its yielding point.Almost immediately, three of the men sitting behind us rose. Attired in identical red suits, they seemed to be together.I observed in fear as the guys approached me. The man I slapped cocked his head to the side as a smile danced on his lips.“Do you think you have a say in this, pumpkin? You will come with me!” He added with a bit of force, eyes gleaming with mischief.I anxiously darted around at the party going on in full swing. None of them were aware of what was taking place. Even the bartender acted like he was blind.I gulped, turning my head slowly to look at him. “In your fucking dreams! Even if I want to shag, it wouldn't be with someone as ugly as you are.”I could even manage the pervert I met at the convenience store and the stupid bartender. Hell, I would manage anyone as long as they are not this psycho.The man smirked. “I love them wild. It would be a hell lot entertaining to tame someone like you. Get her, boys!”At the order, the men in red advanced towards me. I balled my hands into fists and watched their approach. I knew I was no match for them, but that didn't mean I couldn't pack a killer punch. Years of living with an ever-drunk foster father taught me many things.I crouched, ready to resist. One fact was definite. propose proposed to go down without a fight.“What the hell is going on here?!” someone yelled.I turned, only to lock eyes with that Psycho. The same pervert I met at the grocery store stood not too far from us, with his gaze entirely on us.It was then that I noticed that the entire place had gone mum. The dancers were now thronged at a place, looking terrified as their eyes moved to the pervert.The men who were trying to strike me returned to their position, while the second pervert—the pig who bought a drink for me—approached him.“Mr Mark, you seemed to have misconstrued something. She's one of my girls. I was merely trying to take back—”“One of your girls? To hell, you can lie with my name!” With my hands planted on my waist, I took a step towards them. “Well, birds of the same feathers flock together. It's not a wonder that you two are partners.”The guy I met at the convenience store merely cast a glance my way before he turned to the second weirdo with a scar on his face. I know he told me his name, but I had long forgotten it.“What the hell is going on here, Eric?” His voice rumbled. It seemed to invoke fear in the man who was trying to harass me. "Why are you harassing her?!"“Pardon me, Mr Mark, this won't happen again, I promise!” With a bow, he nodded at the men with him.I watched as they left the bar. Dazed, I tried to figure out what had just happened. It seemed like the pervert I met at the store, the supposed Mr Mark, had some sort of power.“Are you okay?” he inquired, bringing my attention back to the present.I glared with my hands placed on my waist as I scowled hard at him. “Who the hell are you? Tell me, are you somehow stalking me?” I pointed at him, pissed to think of the possibility that he might have stalked me.What the hell could be wrong with the men here? I lived in the States for eighteen years and had never experienced… Okay, I had never been to this type of establishment. But come on. I just arrived today and had met not only one but two misfits!He inclined his head to the side and regarded me without saying a word. It was as if he thought I was nuts.“You know what? Stay in your damn lane! I don't perceive what you will achieve by stalking me. Touching my butt wasn't enough for you, huh?!”There were collective whoops from the partiers who hadn't resumed dancing. Aside from my voice and their gasps a few seconds ago, the entire place was silent.The man sighed. “You seem to be new to Madrid. Be careful.”I sneered at his words. “Careful of who? You? That's right. I should be wary of men like you!” I returned to the counter, took my precious purse from it and stormed out of the place, mumbling under my breath.No one stopped me, which was for the best. The fucker had ruined my plans. What a shit arse!I kicked a little bottle on the floor as I scurried down the streets. The lampposts on the roads shed light on my path as I hurried towards the last motel I checked. It was late, and I needed to crash before—Footsteps provoked me to pause. I discreetly glanced back, only to widen my eyes when I noticed two men in black walking towards me. Without a moment of hesitation, I took to my heels.It was late, but not too late for the shops to be closed. I knew I should have read the leaflet about the places to avoid in Madrid, but I was too lazy for it.Halfway down the street, two more men blocked my path. I stopped and looked behind me to notice the other two were almonds close.I made a last-minute decision and tried to cross the road, but it was too late. One of them had already caught up. He wrapped his hands around my waist and covered my nose with a handkerchief. I struggled, but it was fruitless. The man holding me was stronger than my foster father.My vision slowly started getting blurry until I collapsed on his body.GUILIAMy mouth tasted acrid, almost the same as it did when I received an injection months ago. I coughed, feeling an acute pain in my lungs. My eyes felt heavy — like something glued them together.“You have to treat her well. I didn't spend five million euros for nothing. Get her ready for tonight,” a voice instructed. It sounded so familiar, but I couldn't rack my brain enough to place the voice.“We will do as you ordered, my Lord,” another voice —feminine—affirmed.I heard footsteps before the bang of the door. I tried to force my eyes open, but the heaviness was still on my lid.It wasn't until I dozed off and woke up for the third time that I finally opened my eyes. I was in a tiny room. There were no windows to tell the time. Aside from a couch not too far from the bed I was sprawled on, there was nothing in the chamber. They painted the walls red, a sharp contrast to the light green tiles used. The huge chandelier, hanging from the roof shed sufficient light to the place.I
MARKThat was the most awkward situation I'd ever gotten into.I mean, who does she think she is? I got my share of arse and pussy whenever the hell I wanted. And I got them in bulk, too! Why would I need to beat around the bush just for a feel?The people in the store kept throwing me crazy looks even after the lady I helped from splitting her skull on the floor walked out.There was the particular grandma who kept looking away from the carrots to steal a glance at the perv who touched a 'helpless' lady's arse.Pathetic!I gritted my teeth as I walked to the end of the shelf and snatched three chocolate bars.When I turned back, too many eyes were on me. The little patience I had left flew out of the window."What the fuck you imps lookin' at?!!!" I yelled. It got the desired effect. Seconds later, the store was back to normal. I went around the shelves, fuming and picking things that were not even necessary. On second thought, I grabbed a loaf of garlic bread and some apple juice f
MARK"Fuck..." I muttered under my breath. She was on her feet, hot and ready to throw fists. So feisty! "Why am I here?" I growled.She screamed something at Eric. I could hear her. It wasn't surprising to see her getting in fights with men after all she did in the store. She suddenly crouched, ready, poised to strike like a deadly viper. My control snapped. "What the hell is going on here?!" I yelled. Everybody turned to me. When our eyes locked and she scoffed, I knew what was running through her head...*~*~*~*~*~*WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK??!I furrowed my brows as I stared out of my balcony. That lady got on my nerves every fucking time we stumbled into each other! And of course, she wasn't going to agree that the unforeseen coincidence wasn't planned.She had made another show in the club, screaming with visuals of how I, in her words, "grabbed her arse."That sounded so funny... and fucking annoying. I had ladies who were ready to let me fuck them from dusk till dawn for free.
MARK"What the fuck?!" she screamed like a wounded animal. Well, she was wounded, and her thrashing around was making her bleed more. "What the hell do I look like?! A fucking item on a store's shelf?!"I swear, June was never this feisty. I always concluded that June was the most troublesome and spirited person I would come across in my lifetime, but... how wrong I was.This redhead was nothing but pure trouble. And while it annoyed me, there was a small part of me (a very small part) that wanted to calm her down and hear what she had to say.But doing that, especially now, was just... impossible. Eric or his perverted men would never see me succumb to a woman."Name your price," I said to Eric while sizing the redhead up. She would be of no use in my house, and that was what confused me the most. If she would be useless, then why the hell did I want her?!"You fucking psycho!" she spat from the distance. I could see coals in her irises, blazing-hot red coals that amazed me. "Just wa
GIULIA“Fuck,” I groaned.Everywhere was quiet when I woke up. I expected to find myself in a torture chamber or someplace close enough, but that wasn't the case. The magnificent chandelier that hung on the ceiling, the subtle light infiltrating from the window on my right and the pleasant scent of Jasmine gave the room a homey ambience.My head hurt, but not as bad as it did when I awakened…Wait a damned minute! I swiftly sat up on the bed, only to recoil at the searing pain in my head. It felt like my skull was about to be split in two.I placed my right hand on my forehead and tightened my eyes to stop the pain. Had I known this would happen, I wouldn't have risen as fast as I did. “Fucking hell!”“Are you okay?” A voice inquired from the doorway.At the sound of the familiar voice, I removed the palm on my forehead and turned towards the pervert standing by the door.“You?!” I pointed at him, scrunching my nose in detest. “What are you doing here?!”“This is my house,” he respon
GIULIAThe Lord of the underworld?To claim it shocked me would be an understatement of the century. I was thunderstruck. Who would have guessed that the man I had a run-in with was a Mafia Lord?A knock came on my door not too long after the blabbing housemaid left. I didn't bother looking at the door because I perceived it would be the maid, since she promised to return.The housemaid didn't say a word for close to a minute. There was a conspicuous silence between us before I sighed. “What did you bring for me?” I turned to face her, only to freeze when I discovered who it was.The pervert stood with his back to the door and his arms folded. It had only been a week since I last saw him, but he had changed immensely. He looked colder compared to the last time, and his eyes were bloodshot. His hair seemed to have gotten longer and his scar more pronounced. The black shirt he was putting on had four buttons undone.I sat up on the bed, eyes focused on him. Somehow, knowing how dangerou
MARK"... YOU ARE STUCK WITH ME..."Huh?!I quirked my brows at her. "Excuse me?" I said after some seconds of thinking and concluding that she wasn't kidding. "What is that supposed to mean?"Now, she seemed to realize what her words implied, but she did nothing to explain herself or say when she was going to leave."I am not going anywhere until I pay my debt," she repeated stubbornly. "We are stuck together."Did I make a mistake buying her from Eric?? I had always been called stubborn—especially by my dad—but I wasn't prepared for this level of stubbornness.Giulia was a walking mass of trouble and madness. Mother Mary, help me, she was already taking my mind on my troubling day. "Giulia, you need to leave ASAP.""Oh, you called me by my name," she smirked. "That's a first.""I called your name before tossing you the ID," I replied with a scoff. "You were not addressing me. You were simply trying to rub my age in my face.""Are we seriously arguing about this?!" I exhaled, turn
MARK... to control humans, you need to be in control...The message came back to memory after breakfast. My uncle, Diamelo, who was the founder of the empire, always rang it in my ears like a reminder whenever I had issues with any of the men."Humans are like an excited dog," he would say. "A leash is all you need to keep them in place."And as much as I hate to admit it, the leash had either gone slack or had snapped.Either way, it wasn't a good thing.I had to remind them who ran the fucking empire. They needed a reminder of the ruler of Madrid.Even the police couldn't do anything if I wanted to fish out all my goons and raid the city. The entire police force dreaded me, anyway. It was worse that none of them had anything of evidence against me.Reliable witnesses were always taken care of by Kenzo."I'm ready..." Kenzo called from the doorway. I nodded at him in satisfaction after seeing him in cargo pants and a large cardigan—a fit that easily concealed guns."I'm ready too,"