Twisted Fixation

『 Chapter 7 』

She wouldn't be so worried if she had a weapon with her. She's sick to her stomach because she's in the mafia's good graces, but she can't afford to waste any more time. She has no way of contacting George, and her mother may be in danger.

After pulling that stunt on Giancarlo, surely, he won't just sit around and let it slide. Why she's still breathing at this moment is a big mystery to her. Or maybe Giancarlo is the typical type of predator who wants to play with its prey and once he gets bored, he is going for the kill.

She took a few deep breaths and after deliberating her situation, she stood up and walked to the closet. She could be in a dreadful position but she has this feeling that they would not kill her just yet.

"This fucking pervert!" she yelled upon realizing that the clothes were all provocative. She does not have the purpose of putting on a fashion show for him, but she couldn't find pants, let alone a plain shirt.

She considers just wearing the oversized white sleeved polo she has on right now but the length does not even reach half of her thighs and one unnecessary movement could lead to her underwear being seen.

Not that she should care about it anymore, especially that she woke up wearing different clothes but still, she won't let the mafia boss have the satisfaction to see her as a woman.

Yuri went to the bathroom, still frustrated by her helplessness. The possibility of hidden cameras appearing anywhere suddenly occurred to her, but she chose to dismiss it. She just wants to get out of there as soon as possible. She decided to figure out how she was going to do it later.

She wants to take a relaxing bath, but she can't because of the bondage on her forehead. When she tried to press it, she realized the wound was still open, so she decided to leave it alone to ensure the bondage was dry. She finished by putting on the black dress and matching underwear. Instead of putting on shoes, she settled for the slippers she was wearing. She contemplated for a moment, but after weighing her options, she decided to put on the white long-sleeved polo too, as if it were a cardigan.

If Gillian could see her right now, she might yell at her for not having a fashion sense.

"I'm ready!" she yelled and then knocked at the door. The gesture makes her want to laugh as how ironic it is that she is inside the room but she was the one who needs to knock. It did not take a few seconds when the door unlocked and it opened.

It was Favio again but this time he was accompanied by two men who were both armed with guns.

Yuri mentally did a calculation. Compared to Favio, the other two seem easier to overpower first. She just needs to knock one of them out so she could snag a gun.

For the first time since she woke up, things were finally looking up for her but it didn't take long when her plan crumbled into pieces as she felt a cold metal pressed on her forehead.

Favio smiled sweetly but dangerously. "Signorina, you didn't even bother to keep your thoughts to yourself. Giancarlo specifically stated that we should treat you with respect, but we should not hesitate to kill you if you misbehave. I haven't eaten yet, so I'm not in the mood for a funeral."

No matter how Yuri looks at it, she is at a huge disadvantage. With no weapon and the territory not even hers, she could even disappear here without a trace. She cannot afford for such a thing to happen. All that scheming to get back to Giancarlo Costa shouldn't go to waste.

She raised both hands in resignation, and this time, she meant it well. Favio put down the gun and started walking the hallway. She was urged to follow with the two men tailing behind her.

Now that she's outside, she takes a look around, although no matter where she averts her gaze, there are men stationed anywhere. The place is even enormous. Giancarlo has mansions and safe houses across the country, but she did not expect one to be this extravagant, especially since he has a mansion in Sicily, which is his official residence.