Bleeding Love

Chapter 3

Sophia

What is this place? I thought as I glanced from the tinted windows of the black SUV. I saw a Mansion in middle of nowhere. It's surrounded by the woods, how far is this place from the city? I thought.

"That's it. We are here" . We are here Marc's words came ringing through my ears. But where is here? "What's this place?" I asked looking at the mansion when one of two Marc's men who accompanied us dragged me out of the SUV. The other one stayed in the van. Yes and as weird as it sounds Marc drove me there. Generally buyer collect the girls from the auction house or at least that what I was being told before I was send to Maria to dress up. But I guess this is Don's power that Marc has driven me here, wherever the hell "here" is.

I was admiring the house while taking steps towards it.. It's so beautiful and big and aloof and..."it's Don's home" Marc broke my train of thoughts and just in a moment my feet refused to move ahead. It wasn't a surprise, I mean I knew I was being taken to Don but still hearing it made me immobile of shock

Every step was becoming impossible. Every breath was becoming impossible. It seems like I am hyperventilating I am breathing too fast and yet it isn't enough. It felt like my every step is taking me to hell. Then I felt another push on my back probably a sign to move fast and sooner than I thought the doors of my new hell opened.

I don't know what I was expecting. A gunfire or a gunman or an old ruthless arrogant suited man, I mean what's with these criminals and suits, I never seen Marc wearing anything but a suit all I know is I wasn't expecting a girl's voice greeting us. "benvenuto a casa ,Signore, Signorina" she said something before moving from the door to let us pass. I guess she greeted us in Italian.
[Welcome home, Sir and Miss]

"Don must be expecting us, would you please take us to him" Marc's said to the girl. Sì, da questa parte Signore she replied. [Yes, this way sir]

We entered a vintage décor home, yes home. To my surprise it do gives you a vibe of "a home" which I did not expect with a mansion with so many suited gunmen roaming around.
They were all dressed in black trousers and shirts with black tie and black waist coats , maybe some sort of bodyguard uniform. They all carried guns and had a bluetooth earpiece inserted in their ears.

For a moment I forgot that my fate is doomed and this warmth is not of my home. "Hurry up, can't keep the Don waiting" and Marc's words were enough to bring me back to the harsh reality. It is Don's home and I am a "gift" to him which I am pretty sure means that I am here just to be one of his 100 whores, that too if he didn't kill me by loosing his temper. One thing he is known for is his short temper.

Sooner than I realized I am standing in a living room and there they were again. Those intoxicating blue eyes.

Eyes that I saw at the auction house. It brought the same rush back. It felt like they are draining me of any oxygen. They were on me like they could look right through my soul. Those eyes were daring me to look away. They had some sort of control over me. I was trapped again just like that I couldn't look away. It's like everything else is a blur. I couldn't see anything not the vintage furniture, not the fire building, neither I noticed that there is more than one person in the room, that there is woman in a deep red baby doll outfit kneeling besides a man's foot. There were voices, they are talking, but what, I could hear voices but couldn't make out the words.

He was sitting right in front of me. He is the most beautiful man I ever saw. He was so devastatingly handsome. He screams of danger. And I was drawn to him like a moth is drawn to the flame. He had dark hair, and angular face with ideal jawline. His tanned skin only complimented his eyes. In a casual white shirt and rugged blue jeans he was looking like perfection.