“Where... where am I?”
The red glow of the lamp casts eerie shadows on the walls. I lean forward, my eyes blazing with intensity and burning with a deep-seated rage. A fury that’s been simmering for three long fucking years. I approach her. “I told you I’d be back.”
Gianna’s eyes widen in shock. She’s breathing heavily as she continues to try to free herself. “Fuck you, Luca. Let go of me.”
There’s something different about her eyes. There is so much sadness and anger in them, but no pain. That’s all I want every Mancini to feel.
Gianna still looks stunning. Her curves more prominent now and those fucking breasts perking through her shirt.
Fuck me for those thoughts.
I cough out a cold, mirthless sound. “Now where’s the fun in that?”
“You should be dead.”
“Well, I am not and I’m back to finally take what’s mine.” I can’t take my eyes off the way her chest heaves angrily and the movement of her breasts.
I haven’t forgotten our nights together. How could I forget her sweet, wet cunt that I claimed first?
“I warned you. Warned all of you that I’d be back for my revenge.” My voice is throaty, no doubt from the rage in me.
Her breath hitches as I walk closer to her and touch her cheeks. She flinches away.
“We didn’t fucking do it, Luca! Let go of me.” Her voice quivers in an attempt to sound firm.
“I’m not fucking dumb, Gianna.” I hold her jaw tightly, squeezing hard.
She groans in pain. Her eyes are filled with fear, just as I want them to be. “Luca... Luca, I swear I had nothing to do with their deaths.”
“It’s too late for lies now,” I grunt, letting go of her jaw.
“Let me out of here, Luca. You are... you are fucking insane.” She curses again as a tear slides down her cheek.
I have her exactly where I want her. Terrified of me. She’ll regret ever messing with me.
I pace back a few steps before charging at her again, I grab her cheeks and tighten my grip around them until she starts to grunt in pain.
“Y-you’re hurting me, Luca,” she manages to say.
“I plan to do a lot worse, Princess.” The nickname I grew accustomed to calling her falls out of my mouth, only this time it’s accompanied by disdain.
She watches me as I grab the leather whip I had brought with me into the room. It’s going to be a long night for the both of us. It’s going to be a painful one for her while I get the full truth out of her.
“Luca, please.”
I walk closer to her, trailing the whip around her body. “Do you have any idea how I felt seeing them dead?”
She yells as I walk behind her and rip her clothes off from the back. “Luca, please stop.”
The sound of her breaking down in tears doesn’t have any effect on me—or, at least, not as much as it used to—as I continue to trail the whip on her smooth skin. My fingers graze her soft skin, my tongue suddenly bursting with a need to taste her.
“The pain I felt being betrayed by the people I held so dear to me.”
“Arggggghhhhhhh!” She screams as I tap the whip against her hard. Her back bends forward as she pulls on the chains.
“I fucking trusted you.”
Her screams are deafening as I land another on her back. Her skin is turning a bright red now with the whip marks imprinted on her body.