Chapter 2
The Mansion of Wolves
Zaria
I woke up not knowing where I was, and silk was clinging tightly to my skin.
No, wait a minute
That doesn't feel like silk in any way.
That was one of his many tight shirts.
Luciano De Luca's.
This wasn't just any shirt, it's the one that belongs to the same man who I watched with my two eyes, cruelly murder someone for no reason, in cold blood not quite long, maybe an hour ago… and still, after doing that, stared boldly in the eye like he had just tasted my soul.
My eyes immediately snapped open on recalling everything that transpired. I sat up rather too fast. Well, that was a wrong move.
My head didn't wait for me to memorize my environment before it spun. Even the room spun uncontrollably, and everything in it.
I noticed that I was on a bed twice the size of my living room. I also discovered the bed was covered in black sheets and carefully decorated with chandeliers that looked too expensive for me to breathe well under it. The mirrors by the side were glazed. The room curtains all screamed of velvet. But for me? I was left in a shirt that barely had the decency to cover my thighs, there was no phone, and no shoes to show I walked in myself. I was left with no idea how we got here.
Suddenly, I got a panic hit.
I jumped out of the bed and rushed to the door side, then reached the doorknob.
It was properly locked.
Of course.
"Searching for something important, huh?"
I turned to the direction of the voice only to see him carelessly leaning against the wall, his muscular arms crossed, and on one corner of his lip was plastered an annoying smirk like the devil on any vacation. He was wearing a tailored black shirt, but ensured to leave two buttons undone, and on his chest were tattoos crawling up to the direction of his neck like a warning sign.
And those charming eyes on me.
It was shining like silver, and just looking at it, it was still inescapable.
"What exactly did you do to me when I passed out?" I asked, giving him a long distance like that could save me if he wants to do something stupid.
"Nothing serious… yet," he replied, too calm for his kind of person. "Though your fainting was quite dramatic back then in the alley. Though not very assassin-like in nature."
"Assassin, how please?! I'm just a student, you seem lunatic!"
"Right," he drawled like he had other intentions, then he moved closer to me. "A student who, for no reason, wandered like an assassin until the moment she found herself amid a mafia execution and still didn't make any effort to leave, but decided to watch for the fun of it, doesn't that smell like moonlight and heat?"
I blinked in confusion. "You're totally insane."
"Maybe, you can't tell by just looking at me. I may be more than my physical appearance is showing you," he said, eyes narrowing. "But as for you, you're something else, like a puzzle. And I must tell you this for free, I don't appreciate unknowns in my city."
"I demand that you release me, I want to go home."
He chuckled like I just made a funny joke. "Oh, sweetheart, don't be funny. This is your new home. Well, at least for now."
"No...no, this can't be, I never asked for any of these..."
"You were at the wrong place at the wrong time, and you witnessed everything that happened, things that you shouldn't have seen."
"Then don't waste time, it would be best if you kill me," I snapped out of frustration.
His smile suddenly disappeared. I wasn't expecting it, though.
Oh, that means I said the wrong thing. He didn't like it that I suggested he kill me? But why doesn't he want to kill me? Why does it annoy him so much much to the point of changing his mood?
As I was still contemplating the reason for his change of attitude, he stalked forward towards me, and before I had the opportunity to process what was happening, I found myself pinned to the bed. He had me pinned like I weighed nothing. His masculine hands were all on me, not giving me a breathing space as his lips were just a breath away.
"I don't in any way kill what's completely mine."
My stomach churned like I was having food poisoning. Like, how on earth will he call me his? We have never met before, and on our first meeting, he wants to claim me, to turn me into what exactly? S*x toy?
"I'm never yours. I belong to no one, so you have no right to claim me for yourself."
His voice didn't rise as I expected; it dropped into a whisper, then a growl. "We'll see to that as time goes on."
I saw his facial expression change, but I couldn't place my finger on what I saw in his eyes. It was more of something feral, but it wasn't.
"Why did you choose to change my clothes yourself?" I asked, my voice shaking as I questioned him.
"I never changed your clothes," he said coolly, as if it was nothing. "I instructed one of my maids to do that. And don't bother flattering yourself, I am not the type to touch unconscious girls."
"Well, you may not have touched my body, but you touched my life!" I snapped angrily. "I demand to be released from this mansion!"
He straightened up, then made his way to the door. "You shouldn't see yourself as a prisoner, because you are not one."
"Then unlock the door and let me go."
He paused on his track. "You're definitely not a prisoner as you thought… you're simply a mystery. And for your information, mysteries don't get released, they only get solved."
Then without saying another word, he stepped out, and the lock on its own clicked shut behind him.
That was the moment it dawned on me...
I didn't just come in contact with a brutal mafia boss.
I was for reasons I know nothing of, trapped in a mansion ruled by something way darker.
And to worsen it all?
A part of me even though I'm protesting to leave, didn't desire to leave!