I was sent to capture the CIA's most wanted fugitive.
But things took a tragic turn,
My entire team was murdered before my eyes, and I was kidnapped by said fugitive.
It seemed like my government had forgotten me and I became a puppet for the fugi...
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It’s been two weeks since Andreas tied my arms around my back and fucked my mouth. And in this whole week, it’s all I’ve been able to think about. That and adjusting to the new routine that is now my life.
Grandma Chiara or as Andreas referred to her, Nonna, is a breath of fresh air. It’s almost as if she’s different from everyone I have ever met, and if she’s doing some sort of brainwashing technique, it’s definitely working.
Let’s not forget how much she has been feeding me, and Stefano, who has made it a point to live here since he seems to be useless at the mansion. The brainwash technique done by Andreas on him seems to be overly effective, so much that he probably has no clue.
And who’s going to tell him? Not me and definitely not Grandma Chiara.
We’re in the kitchen now and Stefano and Grandma Chiara are reminiscing about a time when things were easier and life was much simpler.
“He used to like dolphins.” Stefano says. “Whenever we’d visit Como because his mom didn’t want to be a mom, he’d go to the lake to watch the dolphins.”
“He even had names for them.” Grandma Chiara adds. “And he’d always make Alexander come with him.”
The name ‘Alexander’ makes Grandma Chiara pause. She pauses for so long that Stefano looks to me and then back to her. Perhaps the topic of Andreas’ older brother is a hard one for her.
“I’m sure Alexander is doing well.” Stefano adds and that seems to snap her out of it.
“Have you heard from him since?” she asks as she continues her cutting.
“Not from him, but last time I checked, he is a little girls’ hockey coach and his daughter is growing so fast.”
She sighs, “Alex did well for himself, away from this world.”
“He never actually belonged here, and he loved America a little too much.” Stefano continues. The Alexander Hidalgo that I remember still had traces of the Cosa Nostra in him, especially when he spoke to me. And now that I think about it, he called me Vittoria, not Laura. He also spoke as if he knew me or at least something about me and his wife was welcoming.
He must have gotten news of my kidnapping. And since he left this life for one with flowers and children, he cannot actually do anything.
I’m I supposed to grieve the woman I was, the life I was living and accept this new nightmare turned reality?
“Laura.” Stefano calls in my peripheral vision and a tear drops down my cheek. A worried look graces his face and I force a smile on mine. But Stefano is no idiot.
“Food will be ready soon and after that, we are going to get you a wedding dress.”
I gulp. While I still try to process the newly dumped information, the doorbell rings and Stefano rushes to get it.
