Lucy POV

Before I left four years ago, I made an effort to recall anything of the type, but I was unable to. Since then, the world has advanced significantly. I wasn't that horrible, really. I had coding and hacking skills. Both my decision to leave the room and that of his mother were disregarded by Luca. She left Luca and I inside. A girl approximately Luca's age soon entered when the door was forced open. She had brown eyes that were identical to mine and long, black hair. She was little and short, and she seemed younger thanks to her heart-shaped face and adorable button nose.

Her boobs protruded from the pastel pink v-neck t-shirt she was wearing as she pumped her chest and murmured, "You summoned me, sir," in a quiet, courteous manner. I immediately despised her. I could tell from a distance how she felt. Snobby a woman of class.

Luca, who was still working on the table TV, said, "Take her to a room," without even giving us a look.

"Which room, sir?"

"Alexa, any room. Simply remove her from this area, Luca said. How gracious.

Alexa turned to me and gave me a thorough inspection. For a brief moment, she wrinkled her nose in disgust. That was it. She kindly responded, "Come on. Despite my strong reluctance, I followed her out of the room. I strolled in a manner that attracted attention as my hips swung. I wasn't purposefully doing it to attract Luca's notice or anything like that. I was taught to stay in character at all times. Be the prey that all predators always wanted. But they had no idea that I was a wolf hiding in sheep's clothes, ready to strike.

We traveled through a number of hallways with Alexa. I believe she was attempting to mislead me as we passed the same picture again. She underestimated my ability to navigate and pay attention to my surroundings, which was unfortunate for her. When we arrived at another dark, cheerful wood door, Alexa pulled it open, turned, and started to stroll down the hallway with an odd, forced swing in her hips. I snorted quietly. I guess she was keeping an eye on me.

Goodbye, I say.

I hate to say it, but as I walked into the room, I fell in love. Any improvement after years in the "safe house" was welcome, and the lovely bedroom in shades of grey and black was no exception. The queen-sized bed's linens were grey and black, and I sat down on them. The nightstand next to me had two further doors, a silver light, and two drawers. I'm assuming it leads to a restroom and a closet. Before grabbing the light and opening the back, I sighed. A few cables and the motherboard in the middle were removed by me. I placed both into my pockets before proceeding to the window. I struck it. The glass must be shatterproof. In case it was really bulletproof and I wanted to shatter it, I didn't want to take the chance of causing a disturbance.

I had underestimated how difficult this would be, however, it was still doable.

When I tagged on the door's handle and it wouldn't budge, I was on my way to opening it. I tagged T once again. God, the blood. I was confined. Well done, Antonio. Clever move. I suppose I was stranded in this space. I searched the area for potential weapons but couldn't find any. They hadn't even provided me with a shaver, which is a really basic item. I let out a sigh and chose to take a shower. I undressed in the bathroom, and it took me some time to figure out how the various buttons and other features operated, but once I did, I had a pleasant, warm shower. It was strange. I was accustomed to drinking unclean, chilly water. They just handed us that. At the time, I made every effort to forget everything. I just wanted to savor this one instance. shouldn't be difficult.

I dried off my black locks after getting out of the shower and then braided them into two tidy French braids that finished at my back. I didn't want to wear the soiled clothing I had just changed out of when I left the restroom. I just took the items off the light and placed them beneath my pillow. Later, they would be useful. I looked around the space for a little object I could use to pick the lock. The comb was the only item that might be useful. I wrapped my towel over myself in a toga-like fashion before breaking off a comb tooth. When I got to the door, it finally opened after a little struggle.

Before I started down the corridor, I grinned triumphantly. This location seemed strangely desolate. I went in the direction of the noises and found a kitchen. Four female cooks were cooking, and there were seven men in suits gathered around the table, including Alexa. She was flirting and laughing like a frantic ex. But as I entered, all the merriment and laughing stopped. All eyes turned to me, especially the masculine ones, who gazed in amazement and longing at my towel-covered figure.

"For the love of god! Are you that desperate that you came in a bathing suit? If I had a gun, I would have shot Alexa in the head twice when she screamed. I flashed her the glare while placing my hand on my hip. She became hot in the cheeks and gave me a fierce gaze.

"Oh there you are," a lady exclaimed as she entered the kitchen carrying a large bundle of folded clothing. She was pale, and her forced grin revealed that she was uncomfortable and apprehensive. I've been trying to find you. You left the room, but don't worry about that. You should wear these garments. She avoided looking at my exposed chocolate-colored skin and said, "I didn't have time to place them in the room before you moved in.

I grabbed the clothing from her and made a point of standing tall as I left the kitchen. Nothing to be afraid about. I was a fresh Lucy. Her pain was little. I took a closer look at the clothing I was given. All-gray sweatshirts and hoodies. I lacked any black to make the shadows merge nicely. Simply wonderful. I returned to my room and changed into some concealed underwear, a sweatshirt, and some sweatpants. The hoodie swallowed me completely since it was a couple sizes too large. It brought back memories of my obsession with extra-large hoodies. That feels like it was yesterday.

I decided to lie on my bed and tuck one of the table accents, a type of plastic ball, under the pillow next to me since I didn't want to be near Luca and his ominous vibe. It would make for the ideal weapon. I was made to sleep lightly in the "safe house." I may be alerted by even the tiniest motions. And only if I slept. I preferred to avoid exposing myself. Never once more. I didn't know what I was waiting for as I remained fixed on the door. Maybe a sign. Simply something.

Anything. I must admit that I was quite bored.

Lucy's POV

The sun is about to rise and it has been hours. I was disappointed when nobody entered the room. I disliked being a celebrity. I wanted to be busy and get my mind off of things. I got sick of simply laying here aimlessly. The door was suddenly opened, as if the cosmos had heard my cries. The manner the individual is fumbling with the lock suggests that they are attempting to pick it. I waited with my eyes closed.

The door was soon unlocked. I squeezed the plastic ball beneath the pillow more firmly. When I felt a touch on my back after hearing footsteps approaching, I sprung to my feet and tackled the oncoming person to the ground. I tightened my legs to keep them in place as I sat on their thighs. As I lifted the plastic ball to strike the victim in the face, I chained their hands together with my free hand. I eventually glanced at the person I had grabbed and froze.

Boy was it. He looked like a 16 year old.

Hello there! There is no damage! Just a note from me, please! He pleaded with me, "Please," but I had no reason to believe him. I sent a tight glare his way.

Last but not least, he said, "The boss sent me to get you!" I gave him a careful look. He had upper lip and brow lines from sweat. His body trembled slightly, and his eyes could not contact mine. He was being sincere.

After leaving him, I threw the plastic ball onto my bed. It would be useful afterward. To accompany me to his employer, I grabbed the lad by the collar and pushed him out the door. He followed me down the hallway, and I could tell he wanted to turn around to see whether I would jump him and attempt to murder him once again by the tightness in his stance and the shakiness of his legs. He was lucky that I wasn't feeling that way.

We spent a long time moving through a maze of passageways while passing the same picture three times. I took care to write down the appropriate text. Amateurs. I understood how all of this worked. I had experienced everything. We arrived at a double-light oak door that stood out in the interior's darkness finally. I put the boy's pattern of knocking to memory. He pulled the door wide and motioned for me to go, so I did.

It was none other than Luca Martinelli, working at a desk made of polished wood. Behind me, the door was locked.

I made an effort not to squirm as Luca gazed up at me and fixed me with his intense stare. Men like vulnerability, therefore I was taught to hide it until necessary. He approached me after gathering a stack of papers from his desk. I perused the documents he gave them to me. My signature, or the one I had when I was 14 years old, was at the bottom of the document. Although I now have many for various circumstances, this was my first and only one.

"This is the agreement that you endorsed. The terms are plain to see, as you can see. Antonio paid three million for you. You therefore became his property, and as a result, the mafia's property. Luca surrounded me and said, "You vanished for four years and, shockingly, he brought you back, offering you to me as a present. You are the property of whomever Antonio had decided to deliver you to, according to the deal.

I took in what he said while I reviewed the contract on my own. He was accurate. I was now his and his mafia's property.

Selling you would be simple, but I'm curious as to what makes you unique. My father surreptitiously received millions from the mafia, and he put those funds on a project he named the Jade Scythe. I made an effort not to retaliate at that point. "Is that you, then? Why would he spend millions of dollars on you? Where have you been for the last four years, and why are you back? It took me a while to realize that.

The final question I honestly couldn't It took me a long to understand answer, but I knew the rest of the answers, and there was no way I was telling him anything. I didn't say anything. He stopped moving, and I could see him now. His body heat was audible to me. He was right there.

He replied, "I was hoping you wouldn't talk," and then turned to return to his work. I felt like I could breathe again after he stopped literally breathing down on me. "I'll give you a new contract," I said.

My focus began to pique. I couldn't help but notice how Luca's black aura dominated the space as he reclined in his chair. He has a quality that caught my attention. He moved a stack of papers in my direction.

"I speak in fewer, clearer phrases. For fifteen years, you will be mine. You have to follow my mafia's rules and regulations throughout that period. You'll be released after that, he said.

I gave him the side-eye while picking up the contract. I had no faith in anything he said. I carefully examined the contract looking for gaps before I discovered it. A sly laugh escaped my lips. The contract was smashed on the table by me.

I'm not like your stupid henchmen, you know. I'll be your property for fifteen years, according to this contract. It must have been a pleasant notion. to declare that I am Luca Martinelli's property. It makes no mention of the previous contract becoming void. You'd still own me since I'm mafia property. I'm not gullible. I am aware that leaving a mafia requires dying. I don't need your fictitious contract. With a strong British accent, I said, "I'm leaving here by myself.

We locked gazes as my lifeless eyes met his icy ones. When I turned to go, the door was locked. I saw Luca rising. She says, "Lei parla." In Italian, he spoke.

In my brain, I yelled. I turned to face Luca, who had shifted to take a position in front of me. "You're forgetting that my mob controls this. My home, and naturally, my rules. The new agreement is no longer an alternative. Seems you declined that, Luca murmured.

I felt absolutely no fear as he inched closer until we were just inches away. Think what he must, but worse things have happened to me. I'd seen worse. I wasn't afraid of him."Sei un uccello in una gabbia di mia creazione. Pensi di poter scappare? Certo, vai. Prova ad andartene. Le tue ali saranno tarpate prima di prendere il volo (You are a bird in a cage of my creation. Do you think you can escape? Sure, go. Try to leave. Your wings will be clipped before taking flight)."