K I T T Y | 18+

T R U S T

A D R I A N A P O V

I SAT quietly in the tub. Listening to the soft sound of the water dripping into the water. I was sore. Probably from being in a plane for so long the last couple days. I didn't dislike flying, I just couldn't care for it.

I missed my bike. It was a Matt black Ducati V4S and she was my baby. Nothing beats flying down a suburban street at 260 miles per hour. I smiled at the thought of having her here, but no. I had left her behind along with my life with the Russians.

Every time I thought of being a Russian I was disgusted. Maybe if I had been treated right by them I wouldn't be so mad. But no, every Russian man that was apart of my life took advantage of me. I don't think I can count how many times one of my fathers friends touched me. The thought alone made me want to hurl. Flashbacks of that night flooded my brain.

*6 years ago*

"Daddy please." I begged my father as he dragged me down the stairs by my hair.

"Your going to make me a lot of money tonight Suka." He told me stopping at the bottom of the stairs.

4 men were sitting in the couch. They all stood and looked in my direction. I swallowed the bile that was threatening to escape my lips. I knew what my fate was tonight. I knew.

"Please dad." I begged one last time before my father pushed me towards the men.

I was touched in places I didn't want. I was raped by 4 grown men. Men I had thought I trusted. For these men I knew very well. My trainers each taking his turn with me as my father watched from the corner of the room. The disgusting look on his face imprinted on my mind forever.

*end flashback*

The dripping from the faucet become longer. I sat there for what seemed like forever. Thinking about my past. The turmoil that it has created.

The room was silent as I heard my room door open. I silently got out of the tub and tiptoed to the bathroom door. Dripping water all over the expensive marble floor. I grabbed my razor from the counter as I slowly turned the knob in the door and yanked it open.

There he was. Giovanni was sitting in the edge of my bed staring at me with hunger. I looked down to me, naked as hell holing a razor in defence. I instantly dropped the razor and ran back into the bathroom.

"You need to let me know when your in my room Giovanni!" I yelled from the bathroom as I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my body.

"It's my house gattina, I can be wherever I want!" (Kitten) He called from the bedroom. I frowned at the new nickname he had for me.

"Don't call me that." I said as I stormed out of the bathroom.

He was laying on my bed with his elbows helping him prop himself up. He wasn't wearing a shirt and had on basketball shorts. His pyjamas most likely. His eyes slowly roaming my body.

"I liked what you were wearing before." He said boldly causing me to blush. Giovanni Nitti just saw me naked.

The realization sunk in. The most powerful man I have ever met just said he rather see me naked. I quietly cursed and ran to my closet.