Hana Saleh's life was a symphony of tradition and quiet contentment. At 20, she was a tapestry woven with the threads of her faith: the warmth of family dinners, the gentle rustle of her hijab as she walked through the bustling streets of New York...
It's been 5 days since I've been stuck living in the villa of the mafia boss. This is how my daily life went; wake up, pray, eat, stare at a blank wall and be threatened by Massimo. Maria was my only source of ever speaking to a sane person. She was a lovely woman and I hear she has a kid, the same age as me. I do really wished she would try help me get out off this mess but she was scared off him. Who wouldn't be, he's ruthless and dangerous.
I stare at the bed, 5 bags of clothes sitting there waiting for me to wear. I couldn't. Using the money of Massimo's, it just felt disgusting.
"So...how did I do?" Maria smiles as she lays out all the clothes, theres was also jewellery, heels and other things a woman would need. To be honest, I've been wearing the same bra for about a week now. I rummaged through the bags and found linen colourful lace bras. It wasn't what i normally were but there was no choice.
To my surprise Maria had got the size right, maybe it's a woman intuition. The clothes laid out were modest, all unique in different styles and materials. She even managed to get my size correct. Apparently I was leaving with Massimo to Egypt to find my father. I didn't want to think about him anymore, he put our family in danger and i'm here suffering because of his selfishness.
"How about this?" Maria chirps as she hold up a dress. It was an artichoke green long sleeve, maxi dress. I agreed because I couldn't be bothered to choose for myself. "Great you get changed while I pack your suitcase." I tried stopping but she gave me a stern looked, which i just sighed too. I entered the bathroom, now wearing the dress, pairing it with a white linen hijab, a pearl bag and short white heels.
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As I exit, Maria giggles and gives me a thumbs up. It's not like i'm going anywhere fancy but I felt somewhat happy thanks to her.
"Okay. Massimo will see you downstairs." His name still sent shivers down my spine. I pleaded him for me to let me stay in the room I was previously in and with a few persuasion he allowed me. I help Maria carry my luggage downstairs. At the bottom I see Massimo dressed perfectly, the way his suit fits him like a glove was stunning. I looked away as he comes closer to me. I see him ogling me like some object that fascinates him.
"Thank you Maria. Take care of the villa" And with a nod, a guard grabs our luggage bringing it to the SUV. He extends his hand, enveloping mine in a firm grip. His fingers wrapping around my hand with a cool indifference and guides us out the villa. I give Maria a final look before entering the car.
The jet to Egypt soared off into the sky. Massimo was speaking ok the phone, i could recognise the voice as Luca's. I couldn't understand anything as they were speaking in Italian. I sat in front of him, drinking a juice box, waiting to arrive.
3 hours later, I wake up on a soft, comfortable bed. I jolt up and take in my surroundings. The night sky illuminated the room, suggesting I had took a long nap. My mind wonders to how I even got here in the first place. I got up and towards the window where my mouth dropped wide open. I was in Egypt! How bloody rich was this man. It was more spectacular than his Villa in Italy. There was a swimming pool, bigger than my living room at home. The villa was open and in the outskirts of the city.
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I looked down and saw Massimo laying on couch, his gaze meets mine, but I couldn't take my eyes off his bare chest. He points a finger at me, telling me to come down. I gulped, preparing for why he wants me. ~~~~~~~~~~~⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️~~~~~~~~~~~ Massimo's pov
I stand at the bottom of the stairs, my fists clenched to my side as I watched her cascade down the steps. Maria did good at choosing the clothes, while I had provided her Hana's size. How did I know? Between those days I made her sleep in my room, I would check her bra and panties without her noticing. I would measure her waist, hips and chest.
I mentally growl as she looked perfect in my eyes. I look at her, admiring her beauty, I'm no one to easily crack or show fear. I've been in the mafia all my life and I have no time for bullshit, but she's throwing me off my game. I see her check me out, which I smirked proudly.
My hands held onto her delicate one, the contrast between her soft smaller hand and my calloused bigger hand. I slightly squeezed, pulling her along to the car.
Once we reached my private jet, Luca's phone number rang.
"Sì?" My eyes sometimes gazed on Hana who sipping on a juice box. Cute. I frown and shook that thought out my head.
"Hey amico. non verrò con te in Egitto." I hear some ruffled noise and maybe a voice of a woman. This idiot, having the time off his life while I chase down the person who destroyed our hard work.
"Perché? se è a causa di una donna, ti uccido ." I curse at him, which he just laughs to.
"Forse prennditi cura del gattino, a quanto pare un suo piccolo amico ti ucciderá se si fa male." I raised my eyebrows to what friend he was talking about and hung up.
I looked back at Hana to see she had fallen asleep, she looked so innocent, vulnerable and yet so god damn beautiful. I wanted to touch her, to feel her skin under my fingertips once more, but I held myself back. My eyes flickered to her mouth, her slightly parted lips, itching for me to taste them.
It was a few hours and we arrived, It was pointless to wake her up so I gently scooped her up in my arms and out the plane. It was only 35 minutes to a ride at a Villa which I purchased for 20 billion. I gently laid her on the mattress, my thumb soothingly rubbed against her bottom plump lips. My tongue snakes out for a taste, causing me to shudder and return back.
I exit her room, towards the pool, relaxing on the chair. My bare chest out as I enjoy the peacefulness. I hear a soft click of heels which made me open my eyes. She was awake. I point at her, telling her to come down, which she obliged too.
Her hips sway as she walks towards me, not on purpose but she cannot hide the curves on her body. She stand a few inches away from me and I sit up. I smirked as I felt an interest to see her beg for her life. She was Jamal's daughter, a bastard and there was no way I would be nice to her despite my dick begging to have her.
I stood up with purpose and strode towards her.
"How about you go for a little swim Fiore Mio." I lift her up and threw her into the pool watching her bleak eyes bore into mine before she gets swallowed by the water. ——————————————————————————— Defintions:
Hey amico. non verrò con te in Egitto (I won't be going with you to Egypt)
Perché? se è a causa di una donna, ti uccido (Why? if this is because of a woman, i'll kill you.)
Forse prennditi cura del gattino, a quanto pare un suo piccolo amico ti ucciderá se si fa male (Maybe, take care of the kitten, apparently a little friend of hers will you if she gets hurt) ————————————————————————-
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