•Innocence•

•12• Getting ready•

•Arabella's POV•

It's been about an hour since 'that' happened and I cant sleep, with to much on my mind it's pretty hard to.

And just knowing that I let a Man do something intimate with me for the first time, gives me that fuzzy feeling at the pit of my stomach.

I cant stop thinking about how good he made me feel. But also how fast he taken all that pleasure away.

He makes me want more.

I just want to go into his room and beg for it.

Beg him to do what ever it is he desires with me.

But I cant because that would be pathetic, I have more self worth for myself than that.

So that brings me to right now practically slapping myself in the face with the pillow, trying to let out some energy.

Okay maybe I shouldn't be hitting myself with pillows, I lay back down into the white silk sheets shutting my eyes tightly.

Why cant I fucking sleep?!

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•Leonardo's POV•

Ive gotta admit, that is a horrible way to die, being beaten then, having your cock cut off and shoved into your mouth then having your fingers cut off one by one in till you pass out from the pain.

Then for the finale, I shot him several times in several places before finally putting a bullet in his head.

The Fucker deserved everything that was coming for him though, I'd never take a second of his Torture back.

He shouldn't had been stupid to play around with what the fuck is mine. There's no way I haven't made it clear enough yet, even the good for nothing useless maids knew Arabella was getting special treatment.

The Idiota shouldn't rape girls in general it's disgusting, that's saying a lot from a mob boss who has committed almost every sin under the sun.

I only 'let him go' in the heat of the moment, and that was hard to do. But Arabella was already traumatic from the experience, the last thing she needed was the image of my dead guard on the floor stuck in her head.

I wanted to do more to him but when he passed out, I couldn't be bothered to wait for him to wake up so I just shot him.

I don't want no men like him on my estates.

Fuck, how crazy I would had got though if only I came a minute later than I did, I would had actually painted the wall with his blood.

Anyways, my men are sorting out the dead body. I mean it's annoying that I'm one man down but I have thousands of them and I'd rather not have him around my Kitten, just for that fucker to repeat it all again, most men never learn their lesson and especially when they are working in the mafia. I won't ever risk that kind of shit.

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I've been sitting in my office fiddling with a pen between two fingers for a hour now, the image of Arabella's face when she came to her peak running through my head constantly, the perfect O her mouth formed was enough for any man to cum on the spot to.

I really need another cold shower.

My cock is hard just thinking about it.

"Sir, we got his daughter!" A Man says as he barges through my office door.

Not caring that he didn't knock I'm just stunned, have they got Rossi's daughter?

"Rossi's daughter si?" I question sitting up straight in my chair.