Sinful Temptations

XIII

L U N A

Sitting on the cold marble floor, I blankly gazed at the city skyscrapers before me. I felt so tiny in the middle of this world. As if everything could swallow me in a split second any moment; if it wanted to. Rio's voice echoed in my ears again and again like a broken record. "We don't show any weaknesses here." I wish I was like that Rio. I wish I was.

The door creaked open as a middle-aged woman walked in with a bright smile on her face. Her black with streaks of grey hair was tied neatly into a bun. Her light caramel skin showed signs of aging but the expression she carried subdued that deep down. She looked welcoming and motherly. Something which I lacked since childhood.

"Hello Luna, I am Rosé. I look after the house and these men.", she said in a tone that made me calm down a bit. "You poor thing, I know what he did to you. Don't worry I am here now and will be by your side.", she said. "How am I supposed to trust you? Is there any proof that you will not hurt me the way others did?", I spoke in a low tone, my voice breaking in the end. Her smile dropped as I finished my sentence, "I know you will not trust me, but please let me take care of you. You need to eat something, honey." My eyes swelled up in tears. This is the first time I'm hearing someone talk to me in pure sweetness than harsh tones. "Honey, I did not mean to make you cry. It's okay. Shh..", she said as she strolled towards me and patted my back.

"Please take a hot shower, I am keeping your fresh set of clothes in the closet.", she said not breaking the physical contact between us once. I got up from the floor. A quick smile formed on my lips. She left in a moment and I started stripping out of my clothes. Throwing my clothes on the floor, I walked into the shower.

The warm water traveled down my body and assisted me, in calming my nerves down. It made me loosen up my stiffened muscles. Even for a while. I decided to go with the flow and relax; so that I don't die due to stress burnout. Look at me, relaxing in a house full of criminals. I immediately snapped out of this thought; as it cringed me to my core. Amid this short-term relaxation, I don't know why. But, I felt a gaze burning behind me.

Staring right through my soul.

I decided to dodge that thought on the basis that I was becoming paranoid. Turning off the faucet, I quickly enwrapped myself in the towel which Rosé left for me. Stepping out of the foggy shower, I attempted to make a quick run for the closet, but it failed as I bumped into something.

Or rather someone.

I lost balance hence my hands left the towel and unknowingly went gripping this person's shoulders. His hands snaked around my bare waist. My body tensed at his touch. "Careful there cucciola.", a deep voice reverbed in the washroom. I felt a deep pit in my stomach. It felt as if my whole body would collapse down due to the immense weight, at this very moment.  I knew exactly who this person was. I refrained to look at his eyes. But anyhow, my eyes trailed along his perfect Greek God-like stature. My eyes then met with the Devil himself. It made me feel so weak. Those blue-colored orbs screamed dominance. The most feared dominance in the world.

It took me a good 30 seconds to realize I was standing naked in front of Dario fucking D'Angelo. Almost immediately I snatched my hands away from his tatted shoulders in order to bend down and pick my savior. My towel. Running out of breath, I hurriedly wrapped myself and backed away from the monster in front of me; until my body slammed against the glass door.

But surprisingly, his eyes never left mine for once. It was like he was searching for the fear in my eyes. Looking at me so keen. So deep.

"For how long have you been staring at me, you creep!?" His face broke into a smirk. "Quit screaming puppy, don't make me come there and make you behave yourself again. You don't want that; do you?", he said leaning against the doorframe that led to the room. I gazed at those muscles which flexed due to the movement. Am I for real?

Dario menacingly started strolling towards me. Instantly, my hands crawled up against the transparent glass door frame. I attempted to take a step back. But obviously failed. The tension lingering in the air was so thick, I wouldn't be surprised if someone could cut it with a knife. "Look at you, such a pure soul. Would you start crying if I ripped you apart with my bare hands?", his voice low and deadly. The hairs on the back of my neck rose out of fear. I decided to keep my mouth shut. Cause I don't want history to repeat itself. Or do I?

"Look at you, such a good girl." He removed the wet hair from my face and intensely gazed with his blue orbs. They were the lightest shade of blue I have ever seen in my life. It was almost next to impossible to read the emotions displayed by his eyes. No matter how keenly I gazed at his icicles, the only thing I saw is darkness and dominance. But somewhere, I could sense a void in the middle of this strong hardcover.
I think I can feel what you're trying to hide Dario D'Angelo.

"Lost in your thoughts cucciola?", he smirked at his own statement. "Get away from me Dario!", I tried to shove his arm away from my body. But, in return his grip only became tighter. In a split second, his hand groped my throat and lifted me close to his face. Rather too close to his face. The strong smell of whiskey, mixed with cigar and cologne engulfed me in. This masculine smell made me weak in my knees. "It's boss to you puppy. Say my name one more time and things will end even worse for you." His whitish-blue orbs never left mine.

"I will never abide by your fucking rules D-A-R-I-O.", making sure I spelled every bit of his name. Shock and confusion spread in his eyes. I have no idea what came over me, I pulled his move. "Ragazza stupida.", the moment these words left his mouth, his tightly balled-up fists came flying and hitting the glass wall behind me. An ear-piercing noise of glass shattering followed it, which made me jump towards him, gripping his shoulders. My eyes traveled to the cracked hole created by Dario and then to his hands from which dripped a crimson-red trail of blood.

The shade of his eyes seemed to turn ten times darker than it was. Dario lifted his bloody hands and gripped my cheeks in an instant. "You will never fucking learn. Right puppy?" He ran his hands against my face, smearing my cheeks with his blood. "Do you have any idea who you are dealing with?", his voice deep and bold. My neck was tainted red due to his hands traveling in places they shouldn't be traveling. "Clean up and come to my room. I will discuss what you'll do, rather than spend your time crying like a doll."

With that being said, he strolled out of the washroom and walked out of the room. When I heard the door slam shut, a big weight lifted off my shoulders. Shards of glass were scattered all over the washroom floor. Without paying an ounce of attention to those, I walked over to the huge mirror across the bathroom.

The girl who looked back at me, had Dario D'Angelo's blood smudged all across her face and neck. Her eyes displayed void and numbness. Perfect to survive in this place. Ragazza stupida. What have I become?

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