Chapter Seventeen

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Giulia dropped me off out front and the door to the estate was swinging open before I'd even made it up the steps. A nervous looking Luca rushed me inside, shutting the door behind me. Well, freedom had been fun while it lasted. I handed one of the men the plate of arancini and asked him to put it in the refrigerator.

"Where have you been? He's had men looking everywhere for you." Luca asked.

I blinked in surprise. "He was looking for me? I was with his mom, what was he so worried about?" I asked with a laugh.

"Alaya, this isn't a joke, I've never seen him like this before." Luca warned me. "He's livid."

"What? Why?" I asked.

"He didn't think you'd come back. Come, I'll take you to him." Luca said, starting up the stairs.

"Can I just go to my room and you can tell him I'm here?" I asked, but I already knew the answer.

"No, he'd definitely cut one of my fingers off." Luca said with a laugh as I followed him up the stairs.

"Yeah, well what about my fingers?" I asked.

"Your fingers will be fine, just don't piss him off." Luca stopped in front of Stefano's office and knocked on the door, saying something in Italian before opening it. He gestured for me to go inside.

I gave Luca a tight lipped smile and walked into the office. Stefano was sitting behind a big desk looking through what appeared to be paperwork. He didn't even look up as I sat down in the chair across from him.

"Where were you?" He asked, still shuffling through his papers.

"I was out." I knew my answer would piss him off. I watched his jaw clench, but he still didn't look up at me.

"Alaya." I was testing his patience and we both knew it. "Where were you?"

"I told you, I was out."

He slammed his fist on the table and stood up, finally looking at me. "Where the fuck have you been?"

"I was with your mother, jeez! What are you so worried about?"

"All night? Bullshit. Who were you with?"

"Are you insane? I thought you wanted her to like me and now you're mad that she does?" I didn't understand why he was so angry and it was upsetting me.

"Alaya, guiro su Dio, I'm going to-" He started, but I cut him off.

(I swear to God.)

"You're going to what? Threaten me? Hurt me? Kill me? Then what? What are you going to tell your mother?" I taunted him.

"Watch yourself, Alaya." He warned, looking like he was about to explode.

"You know what? No!" I started, fuming. "Fuck you, Stefano Colombo. Fuck. You." His jaw clenched and his eyes were slits. He was really fucking angry and I was testing his patience, but I didn't give a damn. "You're the worst, goddamn person I've ever had the displeasure of meeting. You're rude, you're mean and you have no respect for me! You think you're the fucking shit? Well guess what? You're not! You-!"

Before I could finish my rant, Stefano decided he'd had enough and lunged at me. I let out a startled scream as his arms grabbed me around the waist. He tossed me over his shoulder easily, as if I weighed nothing.

"Put me down, you crazy fucking mobster!" I screamed at him, kicking out, but his grip only my legs only tightened as he made his way out of his office and down the stairs. "I swear to fucking god, I'm going to make your life hell of you don't put me down right now!" I screamed.

"You're not in any position to be making threats, Alaya." He said my name like it left a bad taste in his mouth.

I was almost certain he was heading out the front door, but when he turned, leaving me with a clear view of the front door as it got farther and farther away, my stomach dropped. Where the hell was he taking me? "I'm going stab you in your ugly fucking face!" I screamed, beating my hands against his back.

A few of the men that had been walking around the house, including Luca, stared at us in shock as we passed by. "Luca, help!" I screamed.

He held his hands up helplessly. "I told you not to piss him off!"

I heard Stefano open a door and I focused my attention back on him. It wasn't until he started descending a staircase that his destination became crystal clear in my head and I freaked out. He was taking me to the basement.

"Stefano, stop!" I hooked my fingers on either side of the doorway as we passed through, momentarily slowing him down, but the crazy Italian only pulled harder, making me lose my grip. I watched Luca, close the door to the basement as Stefano took the stairs two at a time, leaving me alone with him in the basement. Traitor.

Panic bubbled up in my chest and I started breathing harder. He walked into an empty concrete room and closed the door before putting me down. I stumbled away from him, putting some distance between us. My eyes darted around the room, but Stefano was blocking the only exit with a look of pure rage on his face.

I held my hands out in front of me slowly. "Let's talk about this." I said shakily.

"I don't want to talk. I'm done talking with you. You think I'm disrespectful? I've never met anyone that's disrespected me more than you. You should be dead. I should kill you." Stefano said. It almost sounded like he was trying to convince himself and he had a crazy look in his eyes.

I warily watched him walk to a rusty cabinet in the corner of the room. He turned around with a bundle of rope in his hands and made his way towards me. With every step he took towards me, I took a step back, until my back hit the wall, trapping me.

"Wait!"

He ignored my panicked plea. "Turn around." Stefano said quietly, uncoiling the rope in his hands.

My eyes jumped from his face to the door on the other side of the room. If I was quick enough, I might be able to dart past him and run back upstairs, out of the basement. He was close enough that the chances that I could pull this off were slim, but there was still a chance. I glanced back at his stoic face one last time before sprinting towards the door.

Before I'd even made it halfway across the room, Stefano grabbed me, but my momentum sent me tumbling to the ground. He fell on top of me, knocking the air out of my lungs. Just as I caught my breath, Stefano flipped me onto my stomach and straddled the back of my thighs. I froze when I felt his erection press against the curve of my ass.

This sent a ton of mixed signals and confused the hell out of me. He took me down into the basement after I insulted him and now he had an erection? Maybe he got off on torturing people. My confusion allowed him to easily grab my arms behind my back and to tie them tightly together.

As soon as the rope was secured, he got off of me and I flipped over, scrambling away from him. I used my legs to push myself back. Stefano stood over me with a predatory grin that honestly terrified me. When he pull out a knife, I could've shit myself. But I didn't.

Instead, I stared at the silver blade as he approached me. He kneeled down in front of me, holding the blade lazily in his hand. "Nemmeno immagini cosa ho intenzione di farti." He murmured, trailing the top of the knife down my legs, the cool metal tickling me through my leggings.

"W-what?" I asked, completely frozen under his lethal stare. He was a predator and I was his prey.

"You can't even imagine what I'm going to do to you." He translated evenly.

I swallowed hard, not sure whether he meant that he was going to fuck me, torture me or both. "What are you going to do?"

He picked up my foot and lifted it up, touching the end of the knife to it. The cold metal tickled as he trailed it down from my toes to my heel. "I'm going to punish you for disrespecting me." Stefano murmured looking back up at me. "Then I'm going to fuck you."

I swallowed hard, a pool of heating rushing to my core. Before I could answer, he twisted the knife and ripped the side of my leggings, all the way up to where they sat on my hips. My eyes widened as he did the same to the other side, before pulling the torn fabric away from my body. Even with my shirt and underwear, I felt naked under his heated stare.

"La tua pelle sembra seta." He murmured, sliding a tan hand up my leg.

(Your skin is like silk.)

Stefano put the knife down, allowing me to relax a little. He held my gaze as he slowly undid his tie. Learning forward, he tied the tie around my head, gagging me. He stood, hoisting me up with him. He carried me to the chair that was placed in the middle of the room and sat me down.

"I want to carve my name on your forehead so that everyone knows you're mine." He growled, a new blade appearing in his hand. "I want to cut off every single one of your fingers for all of the times you disrespected me." He continued, his tone dangerous. "I want to chain you up and leave you down here so that you'll never leave me. I want to fuck you until can't walk straight. I want to shove my cock so far down your throat that you choke and beg for me to let you catch your breath. I want to watch your eyes roll back in your head as you come, over and over again. I want to let you go, to keep you safe from me. Cazzo, Alaya. Che cosa mi stai facendo?"

(Fuck, Alaya. What are you doing to me?)

The first part of his confession terrified me, but the second part sent sharp jolts to my core, making me uncomfortably aroused. I wanted him so badly, but I would never admit it. Stefano was a psychopath, but he was my psychopath and I knew in this moment that he wouldn't hurt me. That's when my fear turned into painful arousal. I squirmed in the chair, may hands still bound tightly behind my back. Stefano was good at tying people up and it was either because he was into bondage or he tied people up to torture them fairly often. I had a feeling it was the latter.

"Mi fai impazzire."

(You drive me crazy.)

He stood right at the edge of the chair and I had to arch my neck to look at him. His eyes were dark as he roughly grabbed my ponytail, angling my head even higher up. Before I could protest, he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine roughly.

Of all the places he could've picked for us to sleep together for the first time, he chose the basement.

"Stefano." I mumbled against his lips.

He pulled away, looking vulnerable, like the next few words that came out of my mouth could make or break him.

"Can we maybe not do this in the basement?" I asked, feeling my cheeks redden.

"What? Oh! Yes." He said, looking around. He looked a little fidgety as he grabbed a knife and cut the rope from my wrists. He pulled me up and, to my surprise, pulled me to his chest for a hug. "I'm sorry for acting crazy. I can't think rationally around you."

I wrapped my arms around his, hugging him back. It was like all the tension in the room had suddenly vanished. "I've noticed. I'm sorry I was being a bitch."

He chuckled. "I don't like it when you leave me." He admitted quietly.

"I don't like it when you drag me down to the basement." I countered, pulling back to look at him. "Your mom made you some food and she had me bring it over."

His eyes lit up immediately. "What did she make?"

"God, I'm going to butcher this so badly." I groaned. "I think she said it was arancini?"

Stefano raised his eyebrows at me with a smile. "We need to work on your Italian. It's pronounced arancini." He corrected.

"Yeah, when hell freezes over." I joked. "I'm terrible at learning new languages. I barely passed high school Spanish."

He made a face at that comment. "Italian is not Spanish."

"Well I know that." I muttered. "Can we get out of the basement? I don't like it down here."

He chuckled. "Yes, let's go upstairs. I believe we were in the middle of something."

"Wait!" I said, as he started up the stairs.

"What?" He asked, turning around.

I giggled, making his eyebrows furrow in confusion. "Stefano, I'm not wearing pants. I can't walk through the house like this."

He looked down and suppressed a smile. "Do you want me to go get you pants?" He offered.

"No, I want to walk around a house full of men half naked." I said sarcastically.

His eyebrows rose. "Would this work?" He asked, shrugging off his suit jacket.

"Yes, that's fine." I laughed, typing his jacket around my waist. "Let's go eat some Italian food."

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