"What the fucking hell is this!" I yelled, throwing off the box. To say I was terrified was an understatement.
I couldn't even say what my eyes was staring at.
"You don't like your present, Peach?" Romano said, cleaning the blood stain off his hand with a towel.
"Who's palm is this, Romano" I asked, my voice coming out small. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
When he said he had a gift for me, I was happy. Only to see a fucking severed bloody palm. I closed my mouth, trying to suppress the urge to puke all over the bed.
"I told you I'll burn down the world for you. I'd fucking rip anyone who dares to touch you without my consent" He sneered.
"That doesn't answer my question"
"That's the hand of the fucker that almost raped you few nights ago." He said, his gaze fixated on my face
"No shit" I covered my face with my palm. I didn't if I was normal for feeling butterflies in my stomach.
I should be mad right?
"You're welcome" Romano said, strolling out of the room
"I didn't thank you!" I yelled. "Can you send your guards to come take this away from me before I actually puke"
Thinking about it.
"Romano.." I called out to him. He stopped and then turned to face me.
"Who did this?" I asked, playing with my fingers nervously.
"My enemies. But I'd always fish them out and fuck them up before they get to you" He said, his words holding some kind of promise
"Who cut his hand, I mean" I knew he was a monster but this?
How did he even bring himself to do this?
"Me. I took my time as I slowly ripped his palm off his body. His screams... Hmmm!" Romano licked his lips. "They were like music to my ear." He began to laugh like a maniac.
Petrified, I stood there watching him silently. Who was this man?
"I have another present for you" Romano said, his laugh dying down.
"No!" Shaking my head, I stepped backward. "I don't want any more presents. Thank you for the previous one"
"Trust me, you'll like this one." He smiled, opening his drawer with the key. The present was wrapped.
What would be inside that one? The bastards cock?
"I hope you're not about to gift me the bastards cock, Romano. I ..."
Romano burst into fits of laughter. I was surprised because I have never heard him laugh out loud, sincerely. His laugh was carefree and it was beautiful to hear. It was just too genuine and normal. It wasn't the usual sinister laughter.
"Wait... What?" He stopped to ask and then continued laughing, covering his face with his palm. "Why didn't I think of gifting you that too"
"Romano..."
"I promise, it's not any human part. As long as they keep their hands to themselves, you won't be getting those kind of gifts" His tone was now serious as he spoke.
I looked at his outstretched hand skeptically, contemplating if I should trust him or not. He promised. He's usually a man of his words so I think I should trust him.
Eyeing him, I snatched the gift from his hand. He just stared at me calmly, waiting for me to unwrap it.
"Oh my God!" I said, looking at the package. It was a phone pack. "I hope you're not trying to prank me by putting an apple inside this shit"
Romano chuckled, pinching his forehead. "Where do you get these mad ideas from? Damn!"
I gasped when my eyes connected with the blank screen. "It's real? It's not going to blow up in my face if I pick it up, right?"
"How about you try and see?" Romano smirked.
My smile grew wide when I turned the phone on. "This ... This is mine?"
"Yes but..."
"Thank you so much" Not waiting for him to complete his statement, I threw myself on his body, hugging him tight.
I was overjoyed. I could use this to keep myself company. Hell, I could use it to communicate with Mother too.
"Shhhh" Romano patted my back softly. I didn't even know I was crying until I sniffed.
"Sorry. It's just overwhelming" I chuckled softly pulling away from him. "Are you becoming a softie?"
"Why would you ask me that?" Romano frowned at me.
"You got me a phone. That means you're having pity on me." Ignoring the hard frown he threw my way, I wiggled my eyebrow at him
"You wish!" He scoffed. "You are not allowed to call anyone except me. Everything is that phone is censored. It's a customized phone" He patted my cheek.
"Why would I call you? You give me too much trouble and heartache" I bit my lips when I realized what I had just said.
Yeah he gave me heartache but that's because of emotional stress he puts me through
"Hmmm..." He said taking threatening steps towards me. "Tell me about it"
"Tell.. tell you about what?" As he took a step forward, I took one backward. I stopped when I noticed I was close to the bed. I crouched down, placing my ass on the bed.
That was a bad idea, for your information.
He leaned into me, his big body hovering over me. He placed his knee at both sides of my body, caging me in-between his legs. My breathing tempo changed. Everywhere suddenly became too hot.
"The trouble..." He placed his palm on my bare stomach which was exposed due to the fact that my top had ridden up. He dragged his hand along my stomach, up to my breast and then to my neck, gripping it lightly.
I closed my eyes, trying to curtail my emotions. I wasn't scared or anything but I felt like I'd make a move on him.
"Open your eyes, Piccolo" He growled lowly.
Piccolo? He's calling me Baby?
Biting down on my lips, I opened my eyes slowly. "Yes master?"
"Fuck this" He crashed his face down on mine, taking my lower lips into his. Lost in the kiss, I threaded my hand into his hair, gripping on it as our tongues tangled, fighting for dominance and moving rhythmically.
"Boss, they're here to take her"