POTERE AMORE (Mafia Romance) 18+

Chapter twenty nine

Annetta's POV

Eerie.

It was but it wasn't like that the last time I was here.

A metallic stench fills my nose as I walk into the dark basement, it was so strong I somehow tasted it in my tastebuds. I clench my jaw and find myself walking in further even though Fabio reached out for my arm and stopped me. I glance over my shoulder at Fabio, irritation fills me before I stare back at the one thing that obtained my fascination. I was surprised to see Mario on that chair, all bloodied and on the edge of unconsciousness.

I only left for half an hour. What the fuck have they done?

Blood seeped everything, the hard concrete floors and the wooden chair. Mario was in a really bad state. I study him, the amount of blood he has lost so far was enough to question whether he would survive another hour or not. Deep laceration were made to his face, especially on his arm. Stab wounds and cigarette burns covered his whole entire body, making it impossible to move because I knew that it he did move an inch, he would be in agonising pain. Mario whimpers when he saw me, his throat hoarse and raspy. His eyes slowly lifting and a humorous yet lethargic chuckle expels from his throat.

"You look splendid." I muse, I sensed Fabio's displeasure from a mile away as I step closer to Mario. Once I did, I catch his undivided attention and clenched my teeth. "Get on with it, I don't have all day."

"Ah...ah.. not..so fast." He groans, blood leaks from his mouth. "I'd..like to speak to you.... alone."

As if he wasn't pissed off enough, Fabio's grunt could be heard from a mile away. I kept a steady glare on Mario and feel my jaw clenching together. He was treading on all of our patience, it resembles a fucking thin ice about now.

"Fabio, leave."

Just as silence consumes us, I feel a strong hand grab my forearm and drag me back to the entrance of the basement. Even through this thick darkness, I was able to deter the back of Fabio's head. The way his hand firmly grips my skin indicated the level of his rage, if it was on a scale, the scale would be broken. When he reached the door, Fabio threw me against it and traps me with his frame.

"You do not tell me what to do, especially when you have no fucking idea what you're doing." He seethes, his hot breath fans against my skin, making me pulse for a millisecond. My eyes meet with his and the moment it did, I saw red. "Only I decide what happens from now, not Mario. Not you."

"I don't care." I retaliate. Bewildered, Fabio blinks at me aggressively as he questions my audacity with incredulity. "I don't give a fuck about what you think or want. I'm just here to help Dante get to the bottom of this."

"Tread carefully with your words Tesoro, punishment does not only take place in the bedroom."

My pussy pulsate and my stomach quivered. Fabio's dark eyes pins me down, towering me and manipulating me by using my weakness against me. I clench my jaw, my teeth hurt from the pressure but so did my core because I wanted it to be handled with his dominance. Punishment sounded good, but not right now. I was determined to get to the bottom of this and if it meant to give Mario what he wants, it'll happen with or without Fabio's permission.

"Move out of my way and leave." I mumble, trying to get off this door but he pins me down again. I glare at him again, and something unusual twinkles in his eyes.