Raw Passion

Game On

~ Valentino ~

I haven't seen her since I brought her to the mansion. I want to see what she looks like. If anything, I haven't even checked in on her with the guards. I wonder if she's already dead. She looks so fragile. She looks like she wouldn't last a day over here.

I go down to see if Arabella is still alive.

I have to go through so much security to verify that it is actually me. It's a pain in my ass. When I finally get down to the cellars, I see her door on the left. When I opened her door up, I could barely see her because the light was turned off.

I switched on the dim lights in the room to find her passed out on the chair. Her head is hanging backward over the chair because there is no headrest.

I walked up to her and put my index finger and middle finger to her to her neck to check if she still had a pulse.

She does, and if anything, it's quite strong. Not exactly what I was expecting. It's feels good to have that fucker's daughter. Even if she means nothing to him. All vulnerable in her skimpy little dress with spaghetti straps, with her arms and legs tied to the chair with ropes. I frown when I notice that there are rope burn marks on her neck, as well as purple prints on her legs and upper arms. They seem to be hand prints. None of these marks are supposed to be on her. That isn't my staff's job. It's MY job to tourcher people.

I see that her food is lying in the corner of the room with a glass of water. Non of it has been touched.

I get the glass of water and pour the whole thing over her face. She wakes up in seconds and then looks directly at me. "Well you're new to me, who might you be?" she asks me quite directly

Her accent is subtle like mine, she sounds Russian.

"You don't know who I am? Well that's a shame, isn't it." I look at her. "Since I don't know you, why don't you introduce yourself" she says.

"My name is Valentino Charlotte" I say to her. She looks at me and then the realization dawned on her. "Так вы тот самый знаменитый итальянский мафиози, который не знает жалости." ("So you are the famous Italian Mafia man. the one that doesn't show mercy ")

"And I'm assuming you know who I am, judging by position that I'm in." she smirks up at me. "Miss. Arabella Petrove. 19 years old. Daughter to Andries Petrova. Soul heir to the throne of the Russian mafia. "He sold you to me for 20 million Euros. He doesn't want you. You are now mine." I bend down towards her eve level. "You think I'm yours because my father sold me to you? You think wrong. Think again." I say to him.

"Judging by the way you look, you have no idea who your father is Arabella." "Trust me Mr. Charlotte, I know exactly who my father is." "Oh yeah? You see, you look like someone would kill you based on how unhealthy you look, which means you don't know who your father is because then you wouldn't look the way you do alright now, he would have taken care of you, and you font look taken care of."

I lean forward and look into his soul and say, "My father is the Don of the Russian Mafia. I lived with my father for 16 years of my life, of which I spent 3 years in his underworld. You think I look like this because I supposedly don't know my father. The reason why I look like this is because I have been trapped down here for 3 weeks with no clean source of water to bathe, no decent food, and I'm tied up, meaning I can't exactly train. My father is brutal. If anything, he considers me one of his biggest burdens. So I moved out. Found my own place,and went under the radar so he didn't find me. But luckily for you, he just did."

There is hatred in her eyes. I don't know if it's towards me or her father or both of us.

Then suddenly, an idea popped into my head. "So you are properly trained? You know how to fight, shoot throw? "Yes, obviously I do, I was in my father's Mafia for 3 years before I ran away, and even with running away, there are still so many of them coming out for me, so yes I'm still up to date." "Have you killed?" "What kind of fucking question is that? I was in the Mafia you dipshit. Obviously, I killed many people. Put 2 and 2 together dumbfuck."

That cased me to tick. In a matter of seconds, my hand was around her neck, squeezing hard. I was cutting off her airflow. She didn't look scared tho. If anything she started smirking. I pulled her head closer to me. My mouth very close to her neck, "watch your fucking mouth" I growled. I continued "you're going to be an assassin, you're going to be my assassin. Y9ure going to kill your father,since you seem to hate him so much."

I let go of her neck and backed away from her. I looked down to where I held her neck, and she already has a bruise that is forming. "Fine" she said to me. If anything I've been dying to kill that fucker for years. I hate the bitch. He cause me hell. It's only fair that I also get to have some fun." She smirked at me

Little does she know, that once she kills her father, I'm going to kill her for what her father did.

Game on Arabella Petrove...