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Immediately he had walked in, the torture stopped, and the victim’s loud screams turned into ragged breaths. Those ragged breaths emitted from the victim was the only sound that could be heard as silence stretched in the room.

Chase’s voice boomed through the whole room. “Partire,” That one order was all it took for the man torturing the victim to bow his head in respect and leave. Just as he was instructed.

{“Leave”}

Chase didn’t for one take his eyes off Alvaro . His white tee was torn at different places, blood staining it all over.

“White doesn’t suit you, Nipote”, His uncle’s words replayed in his mind. “Why do you think Fratello and I never wore it? You don’t want to get stained with a sinner’s blood, do you?”,

Chase dragged his eyes lazily over Alvaro ‘s whole body, taking note of each and every single injury on him. He had a few injuries on the face, and there was a streak of blood trailing from somewhere in his head. He had injuries on his arms, legs and other parts of his body but they weren’t bad enough to make him die. Chase didn’t want him dead. Alvaro was only going to be allowed to die if Chase wished and that would be the next time he dared to go close to Sophia.

Chase brought out his cigar and lighter, lighting it up before placing the cigar between his lips and the lighter, back in his pocket. He pulled out the cigar and held it between his fore and middle finger. “Ti e mai stato insegnato a non toccare mai qualcosa che non e tuo?”

{“Have you ever been taught not to touch something that’s not yours?”}

Alvaro stared silently at Chase. He didn’t remember doing anything to incur his wrath. He didn’t remember touching anything that belonged to him either. In fact, he’d been on his best behavior ever since he arrived. All he ever did was help his grandpa out with a few work, visit his new friend, Sophia. “I-,” He breathed out. “I haven’t done anything, Don” He was so sure he didn’t do anything. “I’ve only helped Nonno and spend my remaining time with So-ahhhhh!” His remaining words turned into a scream as Chase placed the burning cigar on his arm, pressing it deeply into his skin. It was sure going to leave a scar.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Chase pulled away the cigar and flung it across the room, then pressed his thumb on the burnt skin, digging his finger in.

“Ahhhhhh-” Alvaro ‘s scream died when Chase pulled out his thumb from the burn, with blood on it.

Chase rubbed it across Alvaro ‘s shirt. “Anytime you look at that scar, you remember that you should never mention her name”

Alvaro ‘s head sagged, and his breathing labored.

Chase gripped Alvaro ‘s hair in his hand in a tight fist and raised his head up so he would be able to look at him. “Do you want your old Nonno’s life to be taken away?”

“No-,” Alvaro pleaded. “No, please. I’m sorry for whatever I did”

“Good” Chase replied. “If you want your Nonno to live longer, you’ll stay away from her, hmmm? She’s not yours. I hate people going close to my territory. Sono dannatamente chiaro?”

{“Am I fucking clear?”}

Alvaro nodded and Chase let go off his hair. He turned and walked outside the door.

“Don,” the man from earlier bowed.

“Assicurati che riceva le migliori cure. Non voglio che le sue ferite vengano infettate. Giuseppe ha bisogno che il suo unico Nipote sia accanto a lui a questa eta della sua vita,” Chase turned to face him even though the latter was staring at his feet. “Comunque vada, Alvaro non dovrebbe morire altrimenti lo stai seguendo. Ho capito?”

{“Make sure he gets the best treatment. I don’t want his injuries getting infected. Guiseppe needs his only grandson beside him at this age of his life”} {“No matter what, Alvaro shouldn’t die else you’re following him. Am I clear?”}

“Si, Don,”

{“Yes, Don”}

~~~

Sophia curled herself into a ball and shut her eyes tight when she heard the door of the room opening softly and then closing with a soft click.

She then dragged the duvet down and peeked through her lashes, watching Chase take off his shirt, her eyes trailing down to the tattoo on his bare back. What did it mean?

When she saw him turn, she closed her eyes immediately and pretended to be asleep.

With her heart thumping wildly against her ribcage, she waited till she heard she sound of the shower running from the bathroom, meaning he had gone to take a bath.

She wondered what might have happened to Alvaro. All she hoped for was that Chase kept to his words and let him live. She was going to try and see him first thing in the morning, but at the moment, she wanted to talk to Chase.

She had thought about her decision throughout the whole evening.

When she had woken up after Chase took her, she wasn’t surprised to find herself alone on the bed and dressed in one of his shirts. There was also dinner waiting for her on the bedside table and she remembered eating it before sleeping back. When she woke up again, it was already late, the plates weren’t there and Chase wasn’t back, so she used the spare time to think about her decision and waited for him to return.

“I know you’re awake,” Chase’s voice startled her. “You don’t need to pretend to be asleep”

Sophia blinked and pulled off the duvet from her body. She stared at him, wondering how long she’d been deep in thought that she didn’t realize he was already out of the bathroom. He was already dressed in a black sweatpants and Tee shirt which clung to his body like a second skin.

Sophia’s lips parted, and she blurted out; “Why do you always wear black? White would suit you too,”

“White doesn’t suit you, Nipote. “That torturous voice played in his mind. “Why do you think fratello and I never wore it? You don’t want to get stained with a sinner’s blood, do you?”,

Chase ignored her question and got into bed sliding beneath the duvet. “Why aren’t you asleep?”

I want to talk to you. She badly wanted to say, but her eyes fell on his fingers adorned by rings, and she blurted out again. “I love your fingers,” It wasn’t all about the rings. No. His fingers were naturally beautiful, and she really loved them. Those rings on each finger just seemed to make them even much more beautiful.

Chase turned his face to her. “Are you noting out my features?”

Red hue stained her cheeks, and Sophia avoided eye contact, her eyes settled on his sharp jawline.

“You want to say something? Say it and go to bed. Its late. You have classes tomorrow morning,” He laid on his back.

Sophia ran her eyes across his side profile. “I-,” She swallowed. “Since you’re taking my body, I-I need a favor from you too”

Chase turned to her abruptly. “You want to make a deal with me?” When she didn’t say anything, he continued. “You don’t make deals with your body, Gattina. It’s wrong”

{“Kitten”}

“You-you already made me use it as leverage to save AL- to save his life,” She said. “It’s of no use”

Chase turned his face away and stared at the ceiling. “That’s because your body already belongs to me, Gattina. Your approval wouldn’t have mattered anyway. I only wanted to give you a choice,” He then turned to her. “If you have something to say, I’m all ears,”

{“Kitten”}

Sophia breathed out. It was her body they were talking about like some ragdoll. “I-I’m bored of those online class. I don’t like them,”

“So?”

“I want to go back to college,”