STOLEN || 18+ (Monsters #3)

.10. I'm yours

"It was said that the gods favored fools because they were entertaining to watch."

- N.K. Jemisin, The Killing Moon

. . .

Leyla

I was cuddled to a pillow under the thick covers, staring blankly into the darkness.

I had been laying like this for hours. I wasn't crying anymore - but this made me feel worse.

My room was painfully beautiful. It was large, coloured with off white, and the furniture, including a large bed, looked to be worth thousands.

I despised it. It was nothing like my actual bedroom. I felt like a fish out of water.

At least they were not being cruel.

I could not lie - I had expected them to hurt me by now but they had not. Giovanni had promised that they wouldn't hurt me but I knew how to cruel men could be. When given to Cameron, he often promised that he wouldn't hurt me much, and I'd thank him for it, but then he'd hurt me more than ever. It was a trick. And me, being desperate, always fell for it.

Not anymore.

I knew who they were. Everyone did. I'd be an idiot to think that I was safe. I had never been safe in my whole life, I was sure as hell was not going to be now.

I slowly got out of the bed, feeling my head throb a little because of all the crying I had done. I got off the bed and walked to the bathroom. It was large, too. Just black and white and filled with luxuries.

I splashed my face with water and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked awful. How did they not cringe while looking at me? My eyes looked swollen, my bottom lip looked a little bloody and my hair was a mess of tangles.

I changed my clothes, wearing a white t-shirt with black leggings and brushed my hair, putting it up in a bun.

When I walked out of the closet, I almost screamed.

Fabiano sat on the edge of my bed, dressed in a black t-shirt with black sweat pants, his tattoos visible in the half sleeve t-shirt.

His dark ways flickered over my body before settling on my face. "Come here."
He again did that finger thing.

I walked closer, pushing down the growing panic. I had slept beside him in the jet. He was gone when I woke up but I knew I had not imagined those strong arms around me.

"I'm here to make sure you know the extent of your situation." His eyes lingered on my red bottom lip. "Your father gave you to us. What does that mean?"

He didn't have to make me say that. "I'm yours," I whispered.

He hummed. "You're ours. And there are things my brother and I expect from you." He stood up. I flinched back but he grabbed the back of my neck, keeping me where I was. "You will obey us. You touch a man who isn't me or Gio, he dies as you get punished. You don't step out of the mansion without permission. No calls without permission. I'll give you your phone and I will give it back when I'm sure you are going to be a good girl. No skipping meals, ever. I may add more rules later. Step out of the line and I'll make sure you regret it." He squeezed my neck firmly. "Be a good girl and we won't have problems."

I let out a shivering breath, nodding.

"I need words, principessa."

"Yes, Mr Valentino."

"It's Fabiano," he muttered. "Dinner is in half an hour. Come downstairs then. If you can't find your way, just come to the entrance hall and I'll get you. "

I nodded, taking in huge breaths when he let go of my neck and walked out of the room.

I knew them being good was too good to be true. They were not seen going to let me talk to my sisters. I was not going to be allowed to go out.

Cell.

I looked around the beautiful room, noting the lack of a window. There was not even one.

Cell.

Blocked tears slid out.

It was a cell.

. . .

I managed to get myself to stop crying till the time for dinner.

I walked out of my room, eyes feeling sore again, and walked to the dark staircase which led downstairs. The walks of the whole mansion were painfully plain, without pictures or paintings. They were beautiful, yes, but lacked life.

I reached the entrance hall of the mansion, a large square room that had three staircases on its three sides, leading up to different wings. I was in the east wing.

I walked to one of the doors beside the staircase which led to the north wing, and soon found my way to the dining room. I had been explained the directions once by Giovanni when we had entered this giant mansion. So many people could live here, but it looked like it was just the two Valentinos, their staff, some scary suit men, and little ol' me.

The dining room had a large table with around ten men sitting around the table.

I stopped short when eyes fell on me, painfully aware of how my eyes must look. Could I just accidentally jump out of a window?

Fabiano and Giovanni were sitting at the head of the table.

Giovanni motioned me closer with his two fingers, his eyes on the man he was talking to.

I walked closer to him. It's just dinner. It's just dinner it's just dinner. It's just dinner-

"Sit on my lap, Piccolina."

He pulled me on his lap, facing Fabiano on whose lips grew a little smirk as I gasped. Then, his eyes lingered on mine.

His jaw hardened.

Giovanni's lips brushed on my ear. "After dinner, you are going to tell us what made you cry again. Yes?"

. . .