★JANIE★

"Ouu! Are you the new whore Luciano is fucking now?" A squeaky voice emanated from behind me and I immediately spun around to face whoever made that statement.

What did she just call me?

A pretty blonde lady stood at the entrance of the mansion. She wore a half-buttoned-down blouse that showcased her boobs and a short, leather skirt that clung onto her curves like a second skin, coupled with a pair of heels.

Now, who is the whore here?

Initially, I wanted to give her a verbal lashing. But thinking about the fact that she seemed way older. Possibly in her late twenties, I decided not to.

"I think you are mistaken." I simply chose those words over a brutal, venomous, livid statement that could send her to an early grave. Afterward, I turn to walk away only for her to blurt;

"What part did I miss? The part that you are his whore or the part that you are too young to be fucking a man, up to the extent of following him here?" she snorted.

I whirled around to face her in disbelief. "Excuse me?"

The blonde lady shrugged. "You are American. It's obvious you don't belong here." She retorted sharply.

"Of course, I don't belong here!" My blood was starting to boil as I implored; "But what makes you think that I'm his whore?"

Silence followed right after my question. Then the clicking sound of her heels against the beige tiled floor filled the atmosphere as she sashayed towards me.

Pausing only when she was three feet away, she assessed me from head to toe in a very condescending manner and said; "You look cheap, desperate, filthy. I wonder what Luciano saw in someone like you."

What the actual fudge?

My eyes grew wide in disbelief. How could someone be this rude? Alas, I was hoping on ending this on an amicable note and walk away. However, she has said too much and bruised my ego.

I have had enough!

For real, I just craved something to eat and a good bed rest. Not here trading words with a lady without priorities.

Nevertheless, I could not leave without giving her a piece of my mind first. Since she has proven that age is just a number and her being older, doesn't signify that she has any sense of reasoning, I need to put her in her place.

Folding my arms neatly beneath my breast, I scoffed.“This is the pot calling the kettle black, Miss. You are the cheap, desperate one here. Who comes to a place looking around for a man this late with see-through clothes?” Her mouth was wide open in shock, yet I wasn't done.

“I can see pick me written all over your forehead. So why don't you go ahead and beg the Mafia Boss to love you instead? Maybe you can give him your heart alongside. I'm sure he will brutally idolize it.” I fired back angrily.

Issuing a smirk of contempt, I turned around and strutted off.

“He is my boyfriend!” The Lady yelled after me.

“Good for you.” I shot back at her. “No one wants him anyway!”

Just as I was about to open a door I presumed to be the kitchen, a forceful grip tugged on my hair and I grunted in pain.

The lady yanked layers of my hair around her wrist and pulled me backward with it.

I cried out in anguish as she shoved me against the wall. But the moment she let go of my hair, I took that as an opportunity to unleash my fury on her, slapping her hard across both cheeks.

She let out a sharp cry.

Eventually, the both of us engaged in a brawl. I attacked her ferociously, scratching, biting, and hitting anywhere my hands touched. While she grabbed my hair without letting go.

Our grunt of agony filled the atmosphere and my body was starting to ache all over. Yet, I didn't stop.

She started this. I have to finish it.

“Stop fighting!” one of Luciano's men came to separate us, but when we refused to listen to him. He stormed off and return minutes later with Luciano.

“Stop this instant!” Luciano's deep voice reverberated across the four walls of the lounge and we stopped fighting at once.

When I looked at him, my eyes almost burned at how sexy he looked at the moment. His hair was dripping wet. A small towel hung around his neck. Shirtless with pants that barely covered his waist.

I swallowed hard, looking away from him as the pain consumed me.

The blonde lady ran over to him and latched her arms around his. “That bitch is so rude. How can children these days be this rude?" She hissed.

I huffed without uttering a word.

How dare her? She was rude to me first. How could she make those presumptions without knowing me first?

Fuming, I bit down on my lower lip. But when I looked at Luciano, his eyes were solely on mine.

“Explain what happened, Janie?" He commanded.

My breath hitched.

Why do I have to be the one to explain what this bitch did.

Moving toward her direction, I leaned forward and snarled at her. “You are free to explain whatever to him. I don't care what you say. But never call me a whore!” I gave her a scornful glare before storming out of the lounge, heading straight to my room.

Even if I wasn't familiar with the house yet. The rage coursing through my veins enabled me to find the room in a matter of seconds.

I was no longer hungry and all I wanted now was a warm bath and bed rest. So I entered and shut the door behind me, then I began undressing.

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“Do it slowly.”

I turned abruptly to see Luciano standing at the entrance of my room, holding a tray of food in his hands.

Panic and anxiety split through me and I stepped backward as if he was going to hurt me.

“Can't you knock?"

Luciano's eyes lowered down my body and I followed his gaze only to find my hands still on my pant as I was about to remove that too.

With my heart thumping fast, I grabbed the duvet and wrapped it around my body immediately.

His face darkened with a smirk. “If I had knocked, I wouldn't have gotten to enjoy that sight displayed in front of me in HD.”

My eyes grew wide in disbelief and my jaw dropped to the floor in awe.

Tightening the duvet to my bossom, I eyed the tray of food in his hands then drifted my eyes back to his stupidly handsome face. “Thank you for bringing me food. But as you can see I'm about to take a shower. So why don't you return to your bitchy girlfriend.”

Luciano chuckled. The deep sound filled the atmosphere and created a warm feeling that coated my guts.

I have never seen him look this gorgeous with a softened smile.

But that sight was short-lived because his smile vanished into thin air the next second, and a scowl splayed across his face.

He dropped the tray of food on the dressing table and then stated; “First of all, Mia is not my girlfriend. Second, I have sent her away.”

“Good for you,” I commented. “Now I need to have my bath,” I said, walking past him.

But then, his hands slipped around my waist, catching me off guard.

With a swift maneuver, he twirled me around to face him and I forced the hard lump down my throat.

“What are you doing?" I inquired, furrowing my brows.

“No one wants me anyway right?"Luciano asked me and I almost jumped in shock.

“You were eavesdropping on us all along and you didn't interfere?" I asked, surprised.

He twitched his lips. “Well, I wasn't eavesdropping. I happen to have a surveillance system in my room. So yeah...I can hear and see anything going on around the house."

“Good. You must have seen how everything happened then.”

“I did.”

My eyes drifted from his face to his hands around my waist, then back to his face. “I am glad to have been vindicated. Now leave me alone.”

It was palpable Luciano would not listen to me. Instead, he leaned down and nibble my ear and my knees buckled.

“I'm a man of experiment. So why don't I check if no one wants me anyway?" He asked. His hot breath fanning against my neck.

I swallowed hard and tried to comport myself. “You should experiment on your girlfriend, not me.”

Still, Luciano wouldn't let me be. He buried his head against mine. Our lips almost touching.

My head was spinning and my mind was a tumultuous disaster. Yet I outwardly remain calm.

“How many times will tell you- Mia isn't my girlfriend.” He breathed against my face.

“You promise not to do anything to me, without my permission,” I whispered back.

Before I knew what was happening, he tilted my chin up to look into his black, emotionless eyes.

I could feel my whole body trembling and a part of me began to wonder why I always react this weirdly to his touches.

“Very soon, you will be begging me to take you whole until your legs shake terribly in pleasure.” He said.

“In your dreams,” I replied sharply.

Luciano chuckled again. “Don't worry my beautiful flower. When the time comes, I will fuck you senselessly and make you yell my name over the roof. You will beg me to never let you go.”

I could feel my thighs heating up, just by thinking of his words.

Unable to move, I stayed right there then he placed a soft feathery kiss on my forehead and walked out of the room afterward.

My hand clutched my throbbing chest and I let out a drawn-out gasp.

What the hell was that?