Thorns

CHAPTER FIVE - Welcome to the jungle

Hey yall! So chapter five is up now! You might have noticed that I decided to put the translations in the end of every chapter. I felt bad just writing in Italian and leaving it up to you to find out what it means.

Now, this is a bit of a naughty chapter, so beware!

Uhm yeah, anyways, I won't stall you anymore!

As always I'm thirsty for comments and votes, please let me know what you think.

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CHAPTER FIVE
Welcome to the jungle

Groaning, I sit up, feeling my head pound violently. I look around, remembering where I am. In a fücking castle. Though there's nothing luxurious about me being here. I doubt they will have piña coladas ready for me downstairs. I look to my right, seeing a pair of huge glass doors allowing access to a beautiful stone terrace. How did I not notice that yesterday?

Because you were too busy making out with Nico, that's why. My subconscious scolds me. My memory travels back to last night, when we'd fought and somehow ended up on the bed together. If we wouldn't have been interrupted, I don't know what would have happened. Ok, yes, I do know. I facepalm myself, feeling like the idiot of the year. What's wrong with me?

Suddenly, there's a loud knock on the door.

"Coming!" I yell, gathering the sheets around me. Quickly I pad towards the door, opening it with the pathetic hope that it might be Nico. How wrong one can me. If Nico hasn't shrunk, gotten awkwardly buf and grown out a moustache.

"Il padrone want's to see you" He says crankily.

"Il what?" God, I really have to learn Italian.

"The boss. He want's to see you. Get dressed" He mutters, folding his arms. The boss? Giancarlo is here?

"Ok. I'll be right out" I say, closing the door. Halfway through, a hand stops me.

"Get dressed" The man says, holding the door with an iron grip.

"Then let go of the door" I snap. But the man stands there unfazed, staring at me. He even takes a step closer, just to prove that he's not goinge to budge.

"Fine!" I say eventually, throwing my hand up exasperatedly. I walk over to the clothes I picked up last night and pull the black t-shirt over my head. I slide into the jogging shorts as fast as I can and put my hair up in a ponytail. I walk over to mr. sturdy and put my hands on my hips, showing way to much attitude.

"Done" I gesture towards my outfit.

"Hm" He snorts, then turns on his heel and start walking, "Follow me". I do as he says and hurry to keep up with him. Why does Giancarlo want to see me? Last time, he was pretty sure about turning me into a prostitute before Nico said something. I wonder what he said...

Mr. sturdy starts walking down the stairs, and I follow him. All of the sudden, I understand what Nico meant when he said this was like a jungle. Out of nowhere, there's a huge amount of men walking around, and although they seem pretty harmless, they radiate that crazy-mafia-guy-who-would-kill-and-rape-anyone-attitude that I expected when he mentioned it. In short strokes, I'm practically locked up with psychopaths.

We take a right as we reach the main floor, walking down the corridor to the door furthest away. There are two guards standing outside, nodding towards mr. sturdy as we reach them. One of them knocks on the door an I can hear someone answering from the other side. Sturdy graps my arm, opens the door and practically throws me into the room. I look around, seeing Giancarlo sitting behind a huge mahogany desk. He smiles, that evil smile, and gestures for me to come closer.