/Riccardo's POV/
I can't believe it. The day, Bella's accident, and most importantly, the video. I'm at a private bar repeatedly watching the video of the woman I love begging to be fucked, by who I originally thought was her kidnapper.
"I'm such an idiot!" I laughed at myself. Thankfully, there was no one.
'Please what. . .'
'Please. . . Fuck me,' those were her words not mine. I wish I didn't listen. I wish I didn't see. Just then the phone rang for the fifth time and I picked it up.
***O.T.P***
"Hellooooo. . ." I giggled.
"Rick. . . Rick, it's me," her excitement caressed my ears. Making me sit properly.
"Ow hey, melee," I giggled again,
"Rick, look I'm so sorry. But believe me, I don't know what happened. I lost control over me and—"
