I told him to turn on the light because it was dark, although there was some light from the closet but nothing could be seen.
I swallowed hard, I thought I was going to die on the spot. It would be stupid if I didn't know what this was. A BDSM room. This man is sick.
"You're sick! Take off my handcuffs. I'm not kidding!" I shouted loudly, which he didn't expect.
I looked at it in horror with fear in my eyes, thinking what he would do to me. There are so many devices inside, I don't even want to look at it. I turned to go outside not thinking that he was right behind me.
"Why are you afraid? This is all for your pleasure." Mine? It's inflicting pain.
I don't want to be here.
"Please take off my handcuffs, I don't want to be here." I told him, looking him in the eyes.
"You said you weren't a coward, and that you weren't afraid of anything." This is horrible.
He took the key to the handcuffs and removed them from my hands. I immediately went to the closet to get a T-shirt to put on.
"I'm not a coward about some things, but I don't like this at all. I don't want to try on such things at all. I want you to remove it from our room. I don't want to see it anymore." I answered him, keeping myself far enough away from that horror.
I can't look at it.
It scares me.
"No problem Bella, but remember. There will come a time when you will be the one who will ask for this very room, and when that time comes, you will be punished." The blood in my veins froze. I don't believe that I will ask for it.
"Dream." I answered him briefly and turned to leave the closet.
Sickhead.
Sitting in the kitchen, drinking my tea, I stared at one point without thinking about anything. When I left the room, I didn't want to see anyone, and I left him in the room.
I got up at the sound of the doorbell and went to the door. Damien found himself in the hallway with me. We looked at each other before the door opened. Luciano was lying on the floor, covered in blood.
"Oh my God, what did they do to you?" I shouted and ran to him. The guards caught him and lifted him up.
"Boss, Mr. Lombardi was left in front of the mansion in this state. They just threw him out of the car." One of the guards said.
"Take him to the guest room and put him on the bed." Damien said, taking his cell phone out of his pants.
I followed them immediately, leaving Damien behind.
"Luciano, where does it hurt?" I asked him but he gritted his teeth, and kept his eyes closed, after they lowered him onto the bed and left us alone.
"Ribs.. I think they're broken." Of all the girls in the world, he chose the one that was forbidden.
I know that's the wrong way to think because love doesn't choose, but seeing him in this state makes me sad.
"Calm down a bit and don't move too much. Damien must have already called a doctor. Who did this to you?" I know it's the Spanish mafia, but I don't want to believe it's Maximilian. He's not like that, even though we've met twice in our lives.
"The leader of the Spanish mafia. Maximilian." He could have killed him.
I'll sort this out with Maximilian. I won't let it come to war. I'll go see them if necessary. I'll do anything for my family.
