Chapter 4

Vittorio

"That would be all for today,"I said as I removed my glasses. A few of the students muttered their gratitude as they walked out. One of them however waited behind. Even though I saw her, I pretended not to. Most of these students were troublemakers and I wanted nothing to do with them.

Don't get me wrong, I love women. I must also say that they are plenty here but I don't go about fucking my students. That's one line I'd never cross.

"Professor Niccolo," she purred like a cat. "Would you mind shedding more light on these behavioural patterns?" She said, pushing her succulent, big breasts slightly against my arms. My prick reacted to this but I managed to push her away gently.

"Maybe some other time, I have a meeting in about five minutes," I said. She pouted a bit to show her dissatisfaction but I knew better than to pay her any attention. I have a name to protect, so I won't let any horny student rip me of it. I checked my phone. I took the rest of my books and walked out.

To anyone, I'm a professor of Psychology but in truth, I'm more than that. Teaching is just something I do for the fun of it. Plus, mom used to be one in her lifetime. She made me fall in love with the profession, so I did it as a side hustle and a cover up.

My real job is to hunt, kill and destroy. Born into the family of ancient Mafia lords and mistresses, I am one bastard who takes joy in hurting and killing. As opposed to my two other brothers, I'm the executor. The one who carries out the plans effectively and to details. I detest sluggishness. Everyone who has ever came across me knows this and they try as much as possible to avoid any tardiness.

"Shit," I said as the vibration of my phone cut through my thoughts. It was Stefano calling, I was supposed to meet him and Salvatore at Arena Glitz but class had gotten too interesting and I had lost track of time. I do that all the time but I shouldn't have done that today.

"Where the hell are you? Salvatore is nowhere to be found and you too haven't shown your face here." He said with a tight voice.

"Didn't you leave with Salvatore earlier?" I queried.

"He did but I can't find him. I have eyes on Massimo but I can't do anything. His men are too much, so it'd be a death sentence. Get your ass over here and find Salvatore!" He ordered and ended the call.

Knowing Salvatore and his weird cravings, he took the black door. The door is a point of no return, it's no surprise that Stefano can't find him. I've been to the club on several occasions and I can say for sure that it has a way of making you lose track of time.

I entered the car and pressed on the pedal. Time to leave the academic room and jump into the dark world, the real place where I belong.

The ride was quite short and bumpy but I managed to get there in one piece. I got through the dark door with no issues at all. The security men knew me and were happy to see me. It would be difficult to look for Salvatore in the crowd. Only one thing would work.

Gun shots.

One shot. Two shots.

The entire room went frenzy with everyone running helter skelter. The loud music in the background stopped and I saw the DJ fling his headset with fear.

I smiled with satisfaction waiting for my brother. He'd get the messages and come running. I began to open each of the private rooms, checking if I'd see him but to no avail.

Two more rooms,I counted. Where the hell are you, Sal?

I was about to open one out of her two rooms when I felt something rammed into me. I looked down ready to curse out but I stopped.

It was a woman. Scratch that, a teenager. A curvy one though.

Her hair was too red and it was covering her face. She looked up and pushed her hairs out of her face, making me catch the lots of emotions in her face.

Fear. Panic. Uncertainty.

Her eyes opened widely in shock as I held out my hand and helped her up. I noticed how shaky she was as she stood up and smothered her dress.

"Why are you here?" I asked even though I knew I sounded stupid.

"There's someone...save me," she said in between gasps, making it difficult for me to make up her statement.

"Take me with you please," she added. I wanted to add that it was a bad thing to ask for strangers help but I stopped.

We both heard footsteps coming towards us. She ran behind me and I looked towards where the sounds were coming from.

Salvatore.

I was about to ask him why he left Stefano all alone but he raced me to it.

"She's mine, Vittorio. Let her go."

I noticed how she jumped with fright and came out of her hiding when she heard his voice.

"You know her? I was about to ask her if she has seen you around but it looked like you've met already," I asked and Salvatore nodded.

She looked from me and then to Salvatore as she connected the dots.

"He's your brother?" She asked me and Salvatore chuckled darkly. The look of relief on her eyes when she saw me immediately changed to disappointment. She looked towards Salvatore again and I saw her pupils dilated with a mixture of fear and hatred for him. She must have ran because she wanted to escape him but she ended up falling into my hands.

"You were quite the runner there, Red." He said and walked towards me. For every step that he took, she took another backward step. She looked behind her trying to probably continue running but Salvatore was ahead of her. He signalled to one of the security men around.

"Take her and keep her in my room till I return. If she escapes, you are dead." The security sauntered towards and grasped her with force. She fought with all of her might, raining curses and clawing her nails on the security's skin.

We heard another series of gunshots. These ones sounded with desperation. We ran towards the sound as if our life depended on it.

"Vittorio! Sal!" We heard Stefano called. The sound of his empty gun echoed as he pressed the trigger sent fear down our spine.

He was out of bullets.

Chapter 5

Stefano

It's no wonder that I can't sleep. How could I? I had everything planned out. Get into the club, get a hold of Massimo and finish him off. But what happened? Salvatore went off the grid. I should have known that going with him would end in disaster.

If not for Vittorio's timely intervention, I would have died because I was out of bullets. The anger I felt was out of scale but as always, I had to calm down. I couldn't stay angry at him for too long. I promised mom that I'd cater for my brothers on her deathbed. I guess that's why he became this spoiled. He knew he'd go scot free.

Let's not even talk about the fifty million euros he spent on the auction. Only God knows what the bastard bought with that huge amount. The last time he did something like this, it was on a vintage car that hasn't seen the lights of the day since the last time he bought it

I stood up from the comfort of my fluffy bed. I was feeling parched and hungry. I haven't had a decent meal since last night. The plan was to get rid of Massimo and celebrate at the family's restaurant but that didn't happen. Infact, I was too angry to even look at him, not to talk of eating.

The entire house was silent as I walked steadily, careful not to wake anyone. Only the cracking sound of the ancient fireplace and the tick tock sounds of the clock in the house could be heard.

Just a glass of water and maybe something to snack on, because my stomach hurts,I thought. It was as easy to find the kitchen even in the dark, so I didn't bother to switch on the lights. I was about walking towards the fridge when the hairs on my back stood up. Something was up.

Danger.

I had a company, I thought, possibly Massimo's men or even one out of the millions of enemies we had all over the state.

I took backwards steps towards the entrance again. My hands found the switch box and pressed it slowly. The room became illuminated and I balled my fist, ready to swing my fist at the first thing I see but I froze instead.

A half naked girl in my kitchen.

She looked quite young and I almost thought she lost her way. I was about to ask her how she got in when something crossed my mind.

What if she's one of those kids trained in martial arts to hunt and kill? It's no news that some gangsters use teenagers to carry out their operations because they knew they'd have lesser years as a juvenile. My expressions which had softened earlier deepened. She must have been shocked to see me too because she dropped the glass of water in her hand. Sensing that my appearance meant she had been caught, she turned around, ready to run.

Uh..uh

In three long strides, my hands reached the neck of the oversized shirt she had on. I pulled her back with force, making her lose her balance. She slipped on the water from the glass cup she held earlier. The turn of events made things easier for me. I pounced on her and pinned her to the floor flawlessly.

"Who sent you here and how did you get in? I screamed at her. She fought with her nails, trying to make me ease the pressure I had on her neck but I wasn't ready to let go. I was already exhausted and frustrated from the events of the previous night. My blood was boiling hot and I wouldn't mind taking it out on any intruder, even if she's a teenager.

"Don't fucking choke me to death," she said with a tight voice. She hasn't stopped hitting and kicking me.

Stubborn and energetic, I thought. I applied more pressure on her neck again. It was important to make her realise that she was in my territory and that I do the talking and fighting.

"Answer my question first," I said.

"I only wanted to get water, you psychotic bastard!' I smirked, refusing to believe her bullshit. Get water in a stranger's house? One might think that the whole house belonged to her.

It wasn't long before the sounds of Vittorio's and Salvatore's footsteps descended down the stairs. I glanced at them, seeing them armed and ready to help me nip the red haired. To my surprise they let down their guards as they saw me.

"What the hell, brother?" Vittorio said.

"Brother?" The red hair said. "Do you guys have madness in your bloodline? Tell him to get his hands off me," she said, looking towards Salvatore to my surprise. I followed her gaze, requesting an explanation too.

"I didn't tell you about her yesterday. She's my new favourite," Salvatore replied.

"Are you fucking kidding me. Tell me this isn't what you bought at the auction yesterday." I said as I released her. She stood up and adjusted her clothes.

"Yes, she is." He replied. I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration. He bought her for that ridiculous price?

"This thing here for fifty million euros?" I inquired again.

"Hello? I'm right here and I'm not a THING!" She spat angrily.

"No one is asking for your opinion, Red," Salvatore said.

"Stop being arrogant. Plus, I'm Ziyana, not some colour red."

"She's got fire, this one." Vittorio said as he took a seat in one of the chairs in the kitchen.

"Yes, a fire that none of you can quench. Now, Mr. Macho," she said, facing me and standing akimbo. Taking in her sight, I realised that she was in one of Salvatore's oversized shirts.

"I assume that you are the eldest here. It seems like we both agree on the same thing, which is that he squandered such a huge amount on a minor like me. Could you tell him to return me and I promise I'll be more than glad to be out of your hair."

"Could you get something to shut her mouth. She's too chirpy for my liking," I said with irritation.

"Get your ass upstairs, Red." Sal instructed. She remained unfazed by Sal's voice and stood on the same spot.

"Don't make me repeat myself, girl," he added. She took one last look at us all and gave her opinion.

"I hate you lots!"

"Are you fucking out of your mind, because we let you do whatever you want, you think you can bring home whatever you want?" I asked Sal as soon as the girl was out of ear reach

"You don't need to get too worked up. She's a kid" he replied.

"A kid like that means trouble. Have you thought about what could happen if it gets out that you bought home a minor? My hands are full. I don't want to have to deal with some cops because of your choice of women." I fire back.

"I think I have to disagree with you there. That one isn't a minor. She is a full grown woman. Did you see her tits while she was gesticulating earlier?" Vittorio said.

Shit. I had noticed also. They were full and round and must be soft too. Especially if they are pushed to my chest.

Fuck it Stefano!

How could I be thinking about something like that in this kind of situation?

"Think about how much fun she'd give us. Salvatore here is willing to share with us. Right brother?" He asked and Sal nodded.

"It's high time we replaced Viola," Sal added, making me clench my teeth. Viola is one devilish thing I don't want to think about.

"Not only that, nothing can make me let go of Red. I don't care what you say, she stays with me bro."

My two brothers folded their arms across their chest waiting for me to make my decision. Usually, once two of us agree on something, we go with it, even if the outcome is disastrous.

I ran my hands through my hair in frustration. My hands were tied already.

"Fine, she stays. But, you'll have to provide me with everything I need to know about her. Her name, her family and how she came to be an object that had to be sold off. If you don't provide me with those things before sunsets, she leaves." I said.

"Either way, she's mine and that's all that matters." He said and shrugged as I marched out. As I left, I got the feeling that Ziyana or whatever she says her name was would be staying for a long time at that.

Chapter 6

Salvatore

I touched the side of the bed only to realise that it was cold. My eyes fluttered open with shock. Knowing her, she might be thinking of running away. I shot out of bed in an instance, ready to race downstairs when I hear

The sound of water in the bathroom.

I sighed and rested back on the bed. Last night was dramatic enough. I don't want any more of it this morning. The shower went off after a while. I knew she'd be out in a matter of time, so I pretended to be asleep. Minutes later she came out and shut the door after her and tiptoed towards the walk in closet.

She looked back again, probably to check and made sure I was still sleeping. She was about to remove her towel when she stopped and turned her back to me. I wanted to keep mute and watch as she got dressed but I blurted out what was in my mind before I could stop myself

"Why did you stop?" She jerked backwards in surprise

"I knew it. You are a pervert!" She said and tightened the towel at the front. I chuckled with amusement as I sat upright. It wasn't even up to twenty four hours that I met her, yet she wouldn't stop taking me by surprise. After what happened in the early hours of this morning, I thought she'd be afraid of the house and my brothers, especially me. However, she was still acting mighty and unperturbed by anything.

She rolled her eyes and hissed, making me standing from my position. It was still early and I don't mind starting the day with something refreshing like her. I bought her , so I might as well use her for the sole purpose of what I bought her for.

Pleasure.

"Don't move any closer to me," she warned. She folded her hand across her chest. This made the plump bossom pushed up a bit. It was a ravishing sight and I wanted nothing but to lick that part with my tongue.

Even as I got closer, she didn't flinch a bit at the proximity between us. She remained still and steady but I knew better. Her breathings were uneven. I could feel her nervousness betraying the sturdy expression she wore.

Oh, Red. I'm going to enjoy all of your body. I'll make you beg. Just you wait.

I finally got to her and tucked her damp hair behind her ears. I made sure to graze my fingers on her skin as I did this. It was my signature move.

"There's no need to act up, Red". I said and began to play with her hair. Still, she resisted the tension and held her head high. I released her hair and swept my fingers across the top of her breast which was exposed a bit.

"Don't touch me," she seethed.

"Or what?" I asked as I looked deeply in her eyes. They were red, matching the fiery red colour of her hair. Her eyes were scornful and full of hatred but I didn't mind. The only thing on my mind was to see what lies behind the towel.

"Drop your hands," I commanded, but she shook her head, refusing to follow my command.

"Don't make me force you, Red," I warned.

"I won't do anything I don't want to do. Stop treating me like you own me," she said,

"But I do own you. You cost a lot more than any merchandise I've ever bought. You have to make it worthwhile."

"What sort of man buys a human and refers to her as a merchandise? A weakling," she said, replying to herself. "That's what you are, you pride yourself with taunting the powerless. You are nothing but a funk, a big fucking baby!"

Her words stung me deeply but I quickly masked my emotions. She was merely trying to play with me and get me angry. But I won't let her spoil the fun, at least till she realises that I'm no joke.

"I love your guts and You should be glad that I don't like meek women. I want them spirited, just like you." Before she could process what I wanted to do, I grabbed her hands and wrenched the sides of the towel from her palms.

I clipped her hands in mine and held it in place on the door of the closet. I brought my other hand up and played with her cheeks. At this point, she was getting squeaky and trying to wriggle out her hand.

"You can't go unless I let you go, so calm down," I said huskily. My hands found the edge of the side of the towel which was tucked underneath her armpit. I was about to tug at it when she spoke.

"Salvatore," she said, calling me my name as opposed to the insulting words she's been throwing around.

"Please, don't do it," she pleaded but I was already anticipating too much to accept. Since I saw what was underneath under that light, and when she grinded her butt against my cock, I've wanted nothing but to see her without clothes. Now that I am seconds away from getting what I want, nothing can stop me.

"It's already late", I said as I finally removed the towel from her body.

Fuck.

Her tits were bigger than I had thought and her nipples were big and taut. The cool breeze coming from the window hit her skin. Goosebumps showed on her skin immediately and made her nipples tightened more. With care, my index and middle finger held her left nipples and caressed them.

"Stop touching me," she said, biting her lips with force. I saw traces of blood on her lips as she finally released them.

"Don't tell me what to do." I said, growling like a beast with want. My cock was already hard and throbbing. I pressed my lower part against her, grinding into her. Unable to stop myself, I squeezed her left breast and kissed the sides of her cheeks.

"Why?" I asked.

"Why what?" She queried.

"Why were you at Arena Glitz last night? Who traded you up like a piece of shit? Was it your parents?" I asked. The last question triggered some sort of energy from her, catching me unaware. She pushed me away and grabbed the towel laying on the floor. She rushed towards the entrance of the bathroom and shut the door with a bang.

"I won't tell you anything. Do your worst!" she screamed. She got inside and shut the door with a bang.

Crap! I had been too carried away by her presence and tits. I cleared my voice and walked to the table beside my phone. I had to get the info on her like Stefano requested or I'll have to say goodbye to Red. Even though I acted all pompous, I knew I'd have to dump her if Stefano insisted but I don't want that. She seems like an interesting girl. Plus, it's been long since I found someone who ticked all I had on my list.

I picked my phone from the drawers,ready to find the answers that I needed. If she wouldn't give them to me, then I'll find them out.

"Amir," I said immediately as he picked the call. "I have a job for you. I want you to get me the info before the sun sets and you have to be as discreet as possible."

"Aye, Captain."