Twisted Fixation

『 Chapter 8 』

After what it seemed like forever, Giancarlo finally let her go when either of them felt the need for air.

Yuri exhaled sharply, as if her body had been depleted of energy as a result of the kiss. She couldn't remember the last time someone kissed her like that, so she was at a loss for words. She would rather they were killing each other than doing something outrageous!

Sharing a kiss with Giancarlo Costa isn't something she has imagined even in her wildest dream!

The mafia boss was simply staring at her with a playful grin while wiping his lips with his thumb when she turned to face him. For some reason, that infuriated her, and before she could control it, she had already slapped Giancarlo across the face.

She doesn't need to look in the mirror to know that her face is currently the color of a tomato due to the heat emanating from it. Either shame or rage—or even both—might be present.

"The world must have been so cruel to you. You are such a violent woman," he said in an amused tone.

"Whatever gave you the idea to kiss me like that? Are you dumb? Do you think you have ownership over me now just because I am your hostage here?"

He chuckled at that. "I would not call it a hostage situation given that you were able to slap me. And generally speaking, I also don't do something like that because in my opinion, it would be easier to kill people rather than keep them. Quite the hassle, don't you agree?"

Whether Giancarlo is telling the truth or not, she could only grimace at that.

"Since you do not like to keep hostages by your side, why don't you let me go now? I hate being here, especially the clothes that I am wearing right now."

He looked at her up and down then he held her gaze. "It suits you. Although it's not as if you have given me another choice, there's no telling what kind of tricks you could pull off if I allowed you to dress casually. I mean, aside from that hairpin, you could be hiding other weapons with you."

"Who changed my clothes?"

"A woman who's passed out does not interest me so I had one of my maids do it. Although I had to check you thoroughly so I might have touched you and who knows," Giancarlo said teasingly. She smirked at that.

"Keep it in your pants, Mr. Mafia Boss. Nothing you do will make me ever have sex with you. Dream on."

Giancarlo laughed amusingly at that as he stared down at her appearance with a mischievous glint in his eyes. She wanted to cover up her chest, especially since she was not wearing a bra and her cleavage was on full display. But she refused to let him see her discomfort, maintaining a defiant expression on her face.

"I do not know about that, Signorina. I guess you should not speak with such finality, especially if you have not yet experienced the feeling of having sex with me. We don't know, but maybe you might end up enjoying it more than you expect," he said with a sly smile, but she remained composed, determined not to let his words affect her confidence.

"And to answer your question about letting you go," he turned so serious that he even inched his face close to her. She automatically backed away even though her head just hit the backrest of the chair. "What makes you think that I'll just let you go like that after an attempt on my life?"

She swallowed hard at that. Of course, she is not expecting him to let her go easily but she had an expectation that after she cried with her heart out, he would change his mind.

Well, after all, he is a cold-blooded mafia boss, so why did she even assume that he would take pity on her? She knew what she was getting into when she got involved with him. She shouldn't have displayed such emotion in front of him, as such weakness could be exploited by someone like him.