Luna Ferrari, a 20-year-old girl survives around the shadows of her questionable past. Residing under the roof of her abusive father, life's never been smooth for her.
Hell comes knocking at her door when her father "sells" her to the Italian Mob B...
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I rushed towards the door from where the blood-curdling scream was coming from. Stood in front of me was a huge metal door, on which rested a transparent glass tainted red in some spots. No doubt, it was blood. I was sure. I stood on my tiptoes and peeked in the room, from where the shrieks did not stop occurring. The scene in front of me was one of the most horrific scenes I have ever looked at. Almost immediately, I pressed my hand on my mouth, to refrain myself from screaming and blowing up my cover in the way.
Dario stood in front of a practically half-dead man sitting on a chair. His head was laid back with blood gushing through the wounds from his forehead. The sharp features of his face were badly roughened with cuts and bruises. The guy's t-shirt was tainted crimson due to the patches of blood from his core. He was living, but with a dead heart. The look in his eyes screamed fear, worry, and most importantly facing death.
I stood there watching with wide eyes when Dario spoke up reaching out for the knife on the table nearby. Walking towards the guy, he grazed his face with the knife saying in a voice deeper than ever. "So, you are telling me you have worked for more than 5 years for your boss; and you have never met him?"
His voice echoed throughout the room. "No! I haven't. I have worked for his father-" he muffled, the blood leaking from his nose made it worse for him to speak. His screams filled the room, yet again. "I just don't know him!" Something in him told me that he was speaking the truth and was innocent. But, the people of this underworld are never innocent.
They are the most merciless fuckers to exist, including Dario D'Angelo.
Who is number one on that list.
Dario reached for the pocket in his pants and took out a gun. He twirled the gun in his fingers in the most casual way and said, "You are gonna die either way, so why don't you do one real job in your shit fucking life and tell me the truth." Cocking his gun, he aimed it at the guy with his finger on the trigger. Ready to pull it any moment.
Fucking unpredictable.
He was hovering over the man crippled at his feet. His stance displayed power, blood, and most important of all death. I was seeing Dario shirtless for the first time and could only see him from the back. His back muscles flexed leaving me to imagine what would it feel like to brush my fingers across it.
How can someone's back make me so uneasy?
My not-so-holy thoughts were interrupted when he decided to move toward his left, pointing the gun steadily at the man. Okay, but this wasn't needed.
It felt like he was purposely moving so that I can watch this shit show.
"You wanna kill me, right? Then just do it. I won't say shit to you about the Russian mafia cause-", a small gasp left my lips as well as horror spread across my face on hearing the words Russian mafia. No. It can't be.
"Who the fuck is there!", Dario's voice pierced through the door. And, I realized I fucked up! In a split second, I ducked down to eliminate my view through the glass window. Drops of sweat slowly rolled down my forehead. My mind was playing a trail of actions in front of me commencing from me being caught to my death in his hands. "I fucking heard a gasp! Did you lock the door while entering dickhead?", screamed Dario at the top of his lungs. "I hope, I did.", a guy, probably his man said lacking confidence.
"Hope? You fucking HOPE?! Get out of this room and search around!" The moment I heard Dario say these words I acted on my instincts and stood up to run, yet again. I ran past several doors but never found the exit. I heard the metal door throw open after a few seconds with a huge bang. The awful noise was followed by footsteps running across toward me. This place is a maze, to be more precise it's hell.
At this point, I was starting to think that there's no one called God. I was stuck in such a situation. In the Devil's den even God couldn't help me out. I screeched to a halt when I thought I saw a door to my left. This could possibly be the exit as all the doors to my left had rooms and there were none to my right. God isn't that bad after all.
All these rooms I had the slightest glance at, contained rusted chains hanging from the walls and blood stains smudged on the floors. The images of all the horrors that had taken place made my hands tremble cold.
In the meantime, I turned the doorknob only to feel a gust of cool air hit my face. I could see at a distance there were trees lined up against each other with bushes and shrubs laid across them. This is the back entrance to the mansion I suppose. Without even thinking twice I stepped my foot outside of this hell hole. A feeling of freedom came over me. I was finally free.
I started walking hurriedly aligning the wall of the mansion. I could not run straight into the thicket. I could not risk being caught right now. All I could focus on was getting the fuck out of here. My breath was running out, but I did not plan to stop anyways.
Suddenly, I felt a presence behind me. In a split second, I turned back to look if anyone's been following me or if it was just my imagination. I searched for the smallest details behind me but found none. This was surprising. I swear I felt someone's body heat radiating behind me. Maybe it was just my imagination playing tricks on me.
The moment I turned back towards the way I was initially walking to, I bumped into something fucking rock-hard. It felt like a damn wall. Irritated and hurt because of the blow, I traced back a few steps to look at what it was.
No
This can't be.
Fear trailed down my body. My eyes displayed pure horror and panic, could not even hide it anymore. I really wished my mind was playing jokes on me right now. Cause I never wanted this to happen.
It was him.
His stature was hovering over me. My eyes lingered down his shirtless tatted muscular body, taking in every inch of it. Crimson blood was tainted across his tall muscular frame. I had the chance to only look at him shirtless from the back. But, I never imagined something like this. His rock-hard abs felt like a brick wall in front of me. The sharp features of his face looked heavenly but equally triggering. The dim-light outside enhanced them even more. His blue eyes displayed dominance.
One single dominant presence which made my knees shake.
He looked more chill and laid back, which made him even more scarier. His powerful gaze literally pierced through my soul, which made me vulnerable to my core.
Dario looked deadly but also so fucking gorgeous.
"Running away from me cucciola?"
His voice was so emotionless and laid back, like nothing had happened.
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