Luca's POV.
The last thing I expected to happen to me was being caged by a woman.
I was furious at myself for failing my Mafia clan. But I was also furious as I was being framed for the death of a woman I knew nothing about.
I tortured women, yes. But I never pulled the trigger on them–that was my rule.
And despite making it clear, she still tortured me, had sex with me and punished me as much as she wanted.
My heart burned for revenge, I wanted to teach her a lesson.
But I needed to get out of here first.
There was no means of communicating with anyone as I was locked in a dungeon.
However, I recalled installing a tracker on my body so it'd be easy to reach out in cases where my phone went off.
I lifted my arm, wanting to find the bump on my back but the sore wound on my arm restricted me as it throbbed with pain.
'You have to do this Luca, you need to get out of here!' the voice in my head encouraged and I lifted my arm again.
With groans and persistence, I managed to activate the tracker by shaking the skin surrounding the bump.
From the subtle beating internally, I could tell it was now activated but I needed to be out of here so my detective would be able to find me.
The moment I dropped my hand, the door to the dungeon opened.
The silhouette of her body wreaked of terror, and I hated that her presence was so dominating.
She turned on the lights, the white bulb shining above my head as she walked in.
"What do you want this time?" I questioned, not wanting to be surprised by her actions.
As she got closer,I got a closer look at her face. Her blue eyes glistened with fury as she glared at me, her curly black hair flowed down her face, complimenting her round face.
My lips curled downwards, how could a beautiful woman be so horrible?
"I'm here to use your body," she announced, dragging her black leather skirt up to her waist.
"Don't you dare touch me," I warned, retreating back.
She pulled out a knife from her upper body, "Want another slice of your skin? I'm thinking your face would do."
Seeing that, I stopped in my tracks–not wanting to be hurt anymore by her.
"Sit down right now!" She demanded and I reluctantly took a seat.
Following my seating, she grabbed my cock, stroking it with force and intention.
She pressed a hand on my bruised arm, while the other stroked my cock.
It was a mix of pain and pleasure. I couldn't fight it, I wanted her away from me but she kept my body in a position that anticipated more.
Her tongue played around the tip of my cock, making me groan in pleasure.
"Don't you dare make a sound until I ask you to!" She stated, striking me across the face.
She returned to her position-kneeling before me- as she sucked on my meat, tightening her mouth around my meat in tight sucking.
I tried not to make a sound, but the harder she sucked, the difficult it became to keep quiet.
She sucked and licked simultaneously, making me shudder in pleasure.
And just when I was about to come, she suddenly stopped.
Her hands found their way to my neck, squeezing tightly as if she wanted life out of me.
"Yes, kill me. At least then, I'd be free from this misery," I forced the words out, frustrated from the sudden withdrawal of pleasure.
"You're not going anywhere, anytime soon." She grinned, letting go of my neck.
As she dragged her skirt down, she turned to the exit.
"Get him some clothes." She ordered to a figure standing outside before leaving.
As she left, a figure walked in, dropping some clean pants and shorts on the wooden table.
He stood there, his gaze piercing as he stared at me.
I took the clothes, putting them on as I occasionally stared at the open door behind the figure.
It was risky but this was my chance to escape.
As I fixed the buttons on my shirts, I slowly paced forwards, the gaze of the figure following me.
My pulse quickened as the guard tagged along everywhere I went to in the room.
The moment I got a little close to the door, I dashed out of the dungeon.
But instead of being chased, the guard stood at the door, watching me leave.
"The fuck?" I muttered as I fastened my pace, in fear of being stopped.
I ran into a passageway that led to the sitting room, the dark blue walls of the mansion was lined with gold designs.
Different sculptures and weapons hung around the living room, making it look like the typical Don cave.
My heart raced as I ran towards the door, seeing that it was wide open with no one to stop me.
But the moment I got out of the door, I felt a hard metal at the back of my head.
"If you take one more step, I'd blow your head off," The familiar icy tone of Aria came forth.
I slowly turned back, my eyes landing on the black-haired lady.
With the gun now pointed at my temple, she shoved a phone in my face.
The video displayed how I had activated the tracker on my back, I closed my eyes in disappointment.
"Look at it!" She demanded and I opened my eyes, to see a new video playing.
It was a video of Mario tied up above a large pot of boiling water.
"He's your trusted loyal man who's supposed to save you right? Well, now you can save yourself." She said, lowering her pistol.
"But if you do leave here, know that he'd be dead before you get to your home." She added, fixing her pistol in her pocket.
My fingers curled up by my sides, I needed Mario.
But I also needed to be free.
This wasn't an easy choice to make.