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Chapter 28 - Zariah

My heart was beating against my chest with a vigorous force like none other; it felt as if I was having a heart attack. My ears rang, my palms got sweaty, and my chest burnt. My plan was simple find a confident, confide in them about my situation and hopefully get them to help me escape. It sounded like a non issue, but I know it will be more difficult than I expect.

I take a good hard look at myself one more time making sure everything is in place. My last glance is towards the clock- it finally strikes 7:30pm and I hear a soft tap on the door;

"Come in." I swear I was starting to get light headed.

"Ms.Zariah, Mr.Costa is downstairs." One of the guards notifies me.

"Thank you" I say with a polite smile, I liked all of them since they treated Tino with such love.

"You got this Zariah!" I say to myself.

I walk down the stairs with my heels in my hand since it was impossible to bend in the extravagant dress. I come towards the end of the staircase as the silhouette of Giovanni's back comes in to view, he was sporting a tailored black suit paired with an equally fitted black shirt; I assumed from the collar slightly peaking out of the neck.

I reach the end of the stairs and he still isn't aware of my presence since he's on the phone yelling something harshly, I couldn't understand the context since it was all in Italian, but I presumed it wasn't a pleasant conversation from the aggressive foot tapping along with him running his hand down his face serval times. I wait a few more moments hoping he'd rap up the convo quickly, but after my attempt to be patient had failed; as the two continued their discussion, I drop my shoes and clear my throat to gain his attention.

He quickly shifts his attention away from the phone and immediately onto me. His eyes run down every part of my body slowly as if it was the last time he'd see me, hanging up on the person still yelling on the other line. As he continues to stare his steps align themselves to close the distance in between us, placing the phone in his left pocket. His tall demanding figure hovers over me as he gently lifts his hands to run over the outline of my body in the tight fitting dress.

His hands slowly climb its way from my hips where he slips them further back over my backside , I feel a shiver run down my spine underneath his touch. He chuckles before moving them back to my waist.

"Quante sofferenze devo aver attraversato nella mia vita passata per poter tenere tra le mani una bellezza così radiosa"

(How many sufferings I must've gone through in my past life to be able to hold such radiant beauty in my hands.)

My heart was ripping at my chest. I had not a clue what he said, but each word that floated out of his beautiful mouth lifted me higher into the air. He raised one of his hands to my cheek, and I'm instantly met with the warmth radiating from his palms. My body reacts before my brain and I lean into it without a second thought, I didn't care for my makeup or the voice in the back of my head screaming to close my heart off, un attach myself, but I ignored it all.

"I don't know what that means Gio." My lips curl up into a faint smile as I watch him completely ignore me as he caress my face with his eyes pinging off of every feature on my face.

He breathes out before slowly bending down to the level of my face. My eyes fluttered daring to close in anticipation for our lips to meet and I could feel the heat from his mouth getting hotter the closer he got.

"It seems like I should teach you some Italian, huh mi amore?" He whispers on my lips before he smashes them against mine, moving his second hand to the other side of my face tilting my head back which send signals straight to my box. Our breathing was becoming loud and frantic, my ability to still breathe was disappearing. I open my mouth to inhale some oxygen that Giovanni took as an opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, our hot, wet tongues swirl around fighting for dominance that he easily wins.