Santi's Downfall

Chapter 13: The Aftermath

Sometimes, the aftermath is more devastating than the storm.

Chrystia Freeland

Haven Pierce's POV

My head hurts like hell. It felt like someone had been pounding inside my skull. I tried to move on to the unfamiliar bed. Where am I? This soft bed doesn't feel like mine. I tried to open my heavy eyes and stared at my surroundings.

Dark gray walls...

I abruptly sat up from the massive bed and looked around. I knew this bedroom, I used to clean this room for the past week. What am I doing...? Then my attention was caught by my bound hands. What the hell? Handcuffs? Why do my hands and ankles have handcuffs? What's going on here? And why I am in the mafia's room?

"How are you feeling?"

My head snapped in the direction of the balcony. Outside the open glass door leading to the veranda of his room, the owner of this room was there standing with his back to me. He was looking outside the most picturesque view of the whole town of Sicily. I tried to speak but my mouth was so dry so I cleared my throat and tried again. "What did you do to me?" I asked hoarsely.

"What did I do to you?" He echoed while laughing sarcastically. He was still looking outside refusing to look at me. "Nothing, principessa. You should be asking what you did to me yesterday."

I frowned at his words as I tried to recall the event yesterday. I remember going in town with him and having a sumptuous lunch in this little restaurant and then, he got a phone call from Nico and we went to the club that he owns. I also remember having a drink prepared by his bartender and then everything was blurry from that point on.

"What happened after we went to your club?" I queried trying to recall the event myself. "I don't remember after that."

He finally turned around and walked back inside the room. I could see how disheveled his state of appearance was this morning it was far from his usual pristine look. He even has dark circles under his eyes. Didn't he get a good night's sleep last night? He sighed deeply as he sat on the edge of the bed and stared straight into my eyes. "I'm not surprised that you don't remember a thing. I want to apologize for what happened yesterday."

My forehead creased while looking back at him. "What do you mean? Why my hands and ankles were shackled? And what I am doing in your room?" I bombarded him with a series of questions. "Did you do something to me inappropriately?"

He shook his head I could see the way his jaw was clenching. "The bartender. He slipped a high dosage of sex drugs in your drink..." he revealed, his dark eyes filled with fury. "He probably thinks that you are an easy target and he thinks he can assault you and get away from it if he drugged you."

I gasped. My bound hands flew to my mouth. "Oh, my God!"

"Don't worry. I will take care of him." He promised with a chilling tone. Right now, he was every inch of a ruthless and feared mafia boss. I involuntarily shivered at his expression while taking the offered glass of water.

"What will do with him?" I asked curiously, taking a sip of the water. However, I still couldn't believe that his employee could do such a thing to a woman and he smugly believed that he could get away from his crime.

Santi smirked evilly in my direction like the very devil. "I assure you, I will take care of that bastard. When I am done with him he would never think of touching a woman ever again."

I wanted to know what he was planning to do but I just kept my mouth shut. I stared at his face for a long moment. "May I ask you a question?"

"What is it?"