Naitee
Fuck. I should've brought a gun. I really should've brought a gun. Alessio is standing behind me, I'm sure of it. He's found me. Somehow, and I'm absolutly defenseless. The bodies around us are pushing me closer and closer to his body and I still can turn around to look at me.
"What are you doing here Alessio?" His mouth is on my ear as he answeres, "I'm here for you... All of you." I hold back a gasp and try to sneak my foot in between his legs so I can crush his nuts but he sees it coming and blocks me efficiently.
"Don't even try." He threatens and through the fear in me a fire starts.
"How was jail rich boy?" He almost growls in my ear and I shiver. I'm poking the bear and it's a really, really bad idea.
"It was a learning experience." His mouth travels down my neck and my traiterous body reacts like an explosion between my legs. "You lost me millions of dollars Caramella. You want to know how you are going to pay me back?" Pay him back?! I force my way out of his stony grip and spin around. He's wearing the same costume as the man who had stood in the kitchen when Jake and I play and I feel a sinking in my stomach. I felt something as he walked by. Like his evil made me react.
He looks like a crazy man. His eyes are wild but his face is focused in a deadly calm that gives me shivers. He's going to kill me, I'm sure of it.
"Hey Lucy, what--" Jakes words trail off as he comes closer. He looks between me and Alessio, probably feeling the tension that's thick in the air. He slings an arm around my shoulders and the way Alessios eyes light up with glee is making me fear for Jakes's life.
"Do you know this guy?" Jake asks and he tries to look me in the eye but I'm staring at Alessio like he's a snake just waiting to strike.
"He's a acquaintance." Alessio smiles slowly and I can see the cruelty just waiting to strike.
"An acquaintance? Come on Lucy, you're going to talk about your ex that way?" He's changed his voice so his accent is completly gone. Maybe a skill he learned in prison? He says my fake name so tauntingly that Jake has to be wondering what he means.
Jake looks down at me and then at Alessio again with anger or maybe jealousy in his eyes.
"Come on Jake, let's leave." Jake doesn't even protest which tells me exactly what I need to know about what he's feeling right now. I throw one last glance back at my future murderer. Jakes fists are clenched as we leave the house, out in to the cold autumn air.
"What the hell was that?" Jake spins on me so his back is facing the house. I feel bad at the hurt in his eyes.
"I'm sorry Jake, that's not my ex. He's like a-- crazy stalker guy who followed me around shit a few months ago before I moved here." Jake looks so mad for a second that I fear I've made a mistake.
"I'll kill him." Jake doesn't have a chance against Alessio so I grip his shoulders.
"Let's just leave. Please." Jake looks me for a second before he nods. He slams the door to his car and I flinch. He notices and sighs.
"I'm sorry Lucy, it's just that seing that guy watching you like that. It was creepy." It was hot but I don't say that because that would be wrong. So wrong.
"Yeah I know but he's dangerous so don't try anything with him, please." He squeeses my knee with a hand but I'm busy watching the rearview mirror for a car or anything following us. There's nothing and it's almost like I imagined him. Alessios a ghost.
"Do you want me to stay with you tonight?" Jakes offer is tempting but if he stays with me that puts him at risk too.
"No that's fine Jake, I need some time to think." He looks like he's about to protest but then he nods, his jaw clenched. I haven't seen Jake like this before. I haven't even seen him angry before and I don't know how to handle it. I watch the road behind us the entire ride back to my house but there's no one there. At all. It's almost too empty.
Jake drops me off with a weak smile and I make the journey from his car into my house in two seconds. The first thing I get is a gun. Except the one under the bookcase is gone. The gun is gone . What the hell? Have I lost it? I must have, I go for the one under the TV and when I'm safe in my bedroom I pick up my phone.
He's here in alska, need immediate evac. / L
I look around the room for any thing that could help me keep him out because I just know that he's coming for me, tonight. I spot something I haven't noticed before a bulky black box sitting hidden in the corner of my room.
A camera.
Alessio
This actually fits my plans even better. I let them leave the party and give them a five minute headstart before I drive back. When I turn onto our street I turn off the headlights and drive the last way in darkness. I blew out her internet before I left earlier so even if she tries to contact any of her fed friends for help now that she has seen me no one will come to help her.
The first thing I do is watch the camras. Naitee is standing in her bedroom with her back to a wall and a glock in her hand. I'm sure it's loaded. She's scared alright now I just have to wait until she falls asleep and then I'll execute the last part of my plan. It's all going faster than I planned but she's scared and ready for me. Besides if I want more of her I'll just take her with me back to Italy. She owes me five months of my life and maybe I'll make her pay them back too. There's just so many options.
She stays up for a full five hours before sleep claims her and she slumps against the wall. I grin I've waited way to long for this.
Getting into her house is the easiest part of the night and I smile as I reset the lock so it's locked from the inside as well. I drop my bag of things on her couch and I'm actually kind of hoping that it wakes her up. Her putting up a fight before I make her admit her every dark and twisted need would only be even more arousing.
I take the last steps to her room with easy and stop to look at her in the door way. She looks even prettier when she sleeps, her face so relaxed and even. No anger or hate. I'm so occupied watching her face that I don't see her hand rise up. She fires the gun with a bang and a piercing pain lances through through my side. The bullet grazes my skin but I still grunt in pain.
"You nasty little--" Naitee is up on her feet in a second rushing toward me. She swings right at my face and with hand still on my I duck driving my shoulder into her midriff. She huffs and falls back ward onto her ass. I jump at the chance I grab both her wrists in my hand and use the other one to unbuckle my belt. It takes me a second to have her securely strapped down with her hands stuck over her head.
"I am going to enjoy torturing you Caramella." Her eyes are wide with fear, pain and something else-- something promising.
"I'll kill myself before you ever touch me." She grits out through a clenched jaw and I just laugh.
"Cara, I own you now and for aslong you are paying off your debt you are mine." I growl out the pain in my side still annoying me.
"You--?!" She starts but I shut her up by pushing the black lace panties I stole from her a week ago into her mouth. Since then they have been used, thorougly and she seems to notice that from the widening of her eyes.
"Now where should I begin?" I pick her up with ease and throw her on her small bed. In my bag I have exactly what I need. Rope. She struggels like a a crazy woman kicking me making muffeld sounds through her gag.
It tie her legs to eiter side of her bed and tie the belt to the bed frame. She's spread wide for me, still dressed, and I stare at her for a second before taking out her gag.
"You mother fucker, I'm going to kill you slowly when I get out of these fucking bonds." She pulls on them, hard, and I raise my eyebrows.
"Are you now? How did you know I was coming anyway?" I say casually and she shows me her teeth in a feral grin and says, "I found the cameras you fucking creep." I grin right back at her and pull off my shirt to better see the wound. Blood has covered the entire left side of my shirt and I grimace. It's not deadly but it will hurt.
"When did you find the cameras?" She frowns her eyes on my wound and then traveling up to my newly added tatoos.
"Today or yesterday I guess." The realisation hits her and she gasps, "When did you put them up?" I smile but don't answer instead I pickup one of the big, sharp knives from my bag. It has a deadly edge and I drag it up her leg. Slowly splitting the fabric of her jeans.
"When. Did. You. Put. Up. The. Cameras?" She bites out every word like a viscious cat.
"Is that really what you should be worried about right now?" I say with a smile and her jaw locks up again. I belive it is a mix of both fear and anger.
"Ross will be here any time now and he'll blow your fucking brains out if you touch me." This will be sweet.
"No Caramella, you can't send messages if you don't have internet and since I blew the entire streets internet to hell earlier you are stuck here. With me." Her eyes widen just slightly in fear and something I'm sure is anticipation.
I start splitting her other pant leg and the sound of the fabric splitting is like music to my ears. I rip the last part of her jeans wide open, being careful not to ruin her underwear and toss the destroyed fabric to the side. Her chest is rising and falling as fast as a hummingbirds flapping wings as I split the fabric of her crop top.
"It was you wasn't it? Moving all the shit around in my house?" I nodd smugly at her from my position over her. Her tied up and only in her white underwear is a holy picture, there's only one thing wrong. Her eyes still contain the contacts and I frown at them. Wanting to see her brown angry eyes without anything in the way but I don't know how to take them out. Besides that five month idea is getting more and more appealing the longer I look at her.
"Ofcourse Caramella. Now, it's time for you to confess." I let my hands roam and I almost groan at the feeling of her skin against mine for the first time in eight months. Eight. Damn. Months.