In the shadowy underbelly of the Ignotos crime syndicate, Alora finds herself entwined in a world of power, desire, and dark secrets. After losing her family to ruthless killers, she seeks vengeance and is drawn into the complex life of Dio, the eni...
"I'll leave now. If you need anything, there's a phone on the bedside table and one number you can call. We all share it, so whoever picks up first will help you. But only call if it's serious—most of us are asleep right now. All good?" Dieci says, his voice casual but firm.
Dieci, the man who led me to the room, stands in front of me with his bright blue eyes and baby face, completely at odds with his broad, muscular frame. He doesn't look like he belongs in a place like this, or in the company of men like Dio. He looks like someone who'd be better suited to a gym, coaching people through squats—not...this.
"All good," I reply, my voice steady despite the nervous energy swirling in my chest. He nods, and shuts the door.
He nods and closes the door softly behind him, leaving me alone in the dark, lavish room. I turn slowly, taking in my surroundings.
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It's beautiful in an ominous way—dark wood, velvet curtains, and a large bed that looks like it belongs in a gothic mansion. Is every room here like this? I can't help but wonder what Dio's room looks like. I shake my head, pushing the thought away. It's pointless to fantasize about anything here. I walk over to the window, hoping for some clue as to where I am, but all I see is endless green—trees, bushes, and no sign of civilization. A large stretch of land with no flowers, no landmarks, nothing but nature. Boring. I sigh and turn back to the room, my eyes falling on another door. The bathroom. Finally, some relief.
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The bathroom is immaculate, laid out perfectly with towels, soaps, and shampoo that smells better than anything I've used in days. I strip out of my dirty clothes, letting them pile up on the floor, and turn on the shower. Warm water splashes onto me, and I close my eyes, trying to relax. But just as I start rubbing shampoo into my hair, the water cuts off.
"What the hell?" I muttered, opening the faucet and closing it repeatedly. Nothing. No water.
I step out of the shower, dripping wet and increasingly frustrated. I try the sink. Same result. What the fuck is going on? I wrap myself in a towel, contemplating if I should use the phone or not. Dieci said to only call if it was serious. Does this count as serious? A busted shower in the middle of a place like this could mean something more than just bad plumbing. Or maybe I'm just overthinking it.
