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A grunt falls from my lips as they push me out of the house to a red sedan. I’m blindfolded almost immediately. It reminds me of Alessandro, causing my body to jerk involuntarily.
“Where are you taking me?”
“To Aldo’s home.”
Cazzo (Fuck).
***
The blindfold is taken off a few minutes after a drive, and I have no fucking idea where I'm at.
A massive building is in front of me as I step out of the car. Armed guards are everywhere surrounding the building. The huge bungalow has its exterior adorned with some of the finest materials.
“Move, Adriana.”
I stare at the house as one of Aldo’s men pushes me. He has a gun pointed behind me.
We walk to the front door and a guard opens it wide for us. I stop outside to take a peek at the insides. The walls are painted white and left plain.
“Go on, Adriana.”
One of the guards leads the way, walking in front of me. I follow behind with another guard at my back.
The air smells sweet. Like a baked pastry. An old woman dressed in a white and black uniform passes us by. She has an apron on. We exchange glances as she walks past me. All I get is a stiff smile from her.
The guards stop walking as we reach the living room. It is well furnished, with a small bar space at the left side corner.
Dark brown sofas are neatly arranged in the room. There are no pictures on the walls and I notice how clean the white walls still are.
“I finally get to meet the famously beautiful Adriana Gustavo,” a voice says. It’s coming from the hallway. His voice is mildly deep, with a coarseness that irritates my ears.
I turn to face the path to see who it is. A bald old man walks out almost immediately.
“Aldo?”
He lets out a crooked smile. His left hand is in his pocket as he walks closer to me. I swallow hard as he reaches for my hand and places a kiss on it.
“Everyone calls me Bruno. That’s if you’re not working for me or my prisoner, but you can still call me Bruno. Welcome home, Adriana. You are a very hard woman to find.”
Aldo is of average height with big brown eyes that look like they would fall out of their sockets any moment. He has a checkered shirt on with black, well-tailored pants.
“In fact, I’ve lost a number of my men trying to get you here. Come, sit.” He points to a sofa as he walks to the bar.
“What do you want from me?” I grunt, remaining in the same spot.
“Want from you?” he laughs and grabs a bottle of wine with two clean wine glasses. “I could have anything I wanted with just a flick of my fingers. The right question would be, ‘Why do I want you?’”
He pours the red wine into the glasses and comes back to me with a glass. He has one for himself.
“Here you go, darling.”
The guard behind me nudges me with the tip of his gun to collect the glass.
“You are the answer to everything I’ve always wanted. A mafia empire. It’s you I want, Adriana.”
I reluctantly take the glass with a stern look at the fuckface.
“Watch everything play out, Princess.”
