𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

21.

I lost count of the time that passed since I lay down on my bed, wrapped only in my towel, after a steamy shower.

I was completely lost in my thoughts.

What does it mean what happened between me and Nicola?

These meetings are starting to be constant. 

My heart races as my eyes take in the way he looks at me.

My body throbs from the way he touches me and my legs weaken from his voice and my name in his tongue.

What the fuck is happening to me?

I am definitely horny. 

A lot.

What the fuck am I thinking? 

Nicola is teasing me to show who is the boss. He wants to assert himself as the big bad Italian mafia boss. He wants me to follow his rules and that's why he's doing everything he can to get me to comply.

Well, but I won't.

I'm just going to ignore the different types of sensations I feel when I'm with him. 

I'm so confused.

One moment Nicola has a knife pointed at my neck with a thirsty desire to kill me. And in another he kills a man for me. And then he forces me to fight him without gloves and it hurts me.

Although he may never know this, my neck still hurts and the piercing is most likely inflamed.

The neck he kissed. Just the memory of seeing him kneeling in front of me, pulling down the top of my shorts with his mouth, leaves me completely on my knees and throbbing between my legs.

I don't get it.

One moment he leaves one of his men to starve for me and make him beg for forgiveness on his knees. And another is ignoring me for days. Telling the guards to watch out for me and forbidding me to do things.

Does he want to tease me? Good, great.

I'll keep teasing him until he gives in.

No one rules my life anymore since I discovered what freedom is.

My phone vibrates next to me and an instagram notification appears on it.

amywhynot added a story be the first to see it.

Amy?

I open my instagram account and see the video of my friend with red hair. Both of her arms where on the pole in a stage and her legs in the air. She was dressed in devilish lingerie and huge heels. A sentence written in the video caught my attention.

Tonight at midnight on the main stage of the Cagyt Club, the little devil!

In a quick action I leave the application and put the name of the club in the gps.

45 minutes by car.

It's 10:07 pm.

If I'm ready by 11 pm I can still see Amy perform.

I heard the men leave the house a few hours ago. They all went to the meeting with Evans, which I was excluded from and now I can see why.

I'm supposed to be dead.

Nicola ensured this by asking Gio to send one of my fingers.

Not mine.