Ｔｈｅ ｌａｓｔ ｏｎｅ ｓｔａｎｄｉｎｇ ||１８+

CHAP✞ER THREE

The basement enveloped me with a fishy, disgusting smell as soon as I stepped into it. the basement was dark as hell, only a dim yellow light hanging in the middle of the room, over the chair where my prey was tied.

Lorenzo was standing beside it with his same poker face. My eyes burned with anger when I looked at him.

Marco Armani. He is my sister's co worker in a cafe. My bodyguards who keep an eye on my elder sister Silvana, told me that he was disturbing her continuously even though she said that she didn't want to date him.

She always loved a normal life. Away from all the rich and mafia stuffs, so no one knows she is a mafia princess. She works in a cat café because she love cats and every pets.

Of course she wouldn't tell me if someone was disturbing her so I had to keep an eye on her.

"Enjoying hell?" I asked.

He sneered at me. "You're crazy! We were just playing because she wouldn't gimme attention-"

"Playing!?" my voice echoed in the dark room in the pin drop silence.

"Well, since you so enjoying playing, how about we play with you now?" my lips curled up in a cruel smirk.

Cool down, Vritikal This is not tiger's den. This is your own fucking house!

I tried to calm myself down before going into the hell again. I was here again this morning, cause Mr Sharma, aka dad's PA came to pick me up, personally. He informed me that my dad wanted to see me again.

It was 7 in the morning. I was so annoyed by the sudden summoning but I didn't argue more because this is already so fucking messed up already. I will just try to talk to him calmly. Try to face him without hating him to the core, without wanting to spit in front of them. Tell them that I hate to be here.

I climbed up the stairs up the mansion and walked inside. Again the same beige walls that were decorated with antic statues and models caught my eyes. Though I loved antic things and the decorations, I didn't like this house, this environment, and most of all the people living in It.

My footsteps were loud through the corridor, as I walked confidently with a poker face towards my father's study room. I stood in front of the wooden door where flowers were neatly and skillfully. I raised my hands to knock on the door.

"Come in" The voice came from Inside. I turned the door knob and stepped into the cabin. It welcomed me with the smell of cigar and old papers. Though the room was not dark. Incase there was sunlight coming from the window inside the cabin.

My dad was standing in front of the window, facing me his back. He didn't face me for few seconds. I closed the door behind me and stood there looking at him with a poker face.

"We're going to Italy." He said then slowly turned to look into my eyes.

I looked at him in disbelief. Why is he dropping a bombshell every time I visit? I mean I haven't even recovered from yesterday's one and now another. I stared at him for a moment trying not to snap.

"Why?"

"as I said yesterday, for your marriage. It's Important. We are leaving at 10 am" he sald coldly.

Another look of disbelief spread across my face. Is he fucking kidding me?

how can we go nowi? It is already lika 7:45 aml I have a job and pecking! Also when did you even booked fight, get visa and everything."

"We are going on a private jet. It was sent by them" he walked to his chair and sat there. He added, "Go home and pack your clothes. We will be there for two days. And about your job, I will take care of it. MR Sharma will pick you up again. Now, leave" he said without looking up from his files.

I scoffed and stormed out of the room slamming the door behind. I knew there was no point of arguing-but wait! I forgot to ask their name.. Well fuck It.

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