Vallea sat tied to the chair, her hair hung over her face. The water was thrown over her. She slowly opened her eyes and cut under her hair. ‘Good afternoon Vallea it’s nice to see you are finally with us.’
‘Who are you?’
‘I’m Nicolo Russo. The maffia king.’
Oh great a f*****g ameture.
‘You are not the Mafia king my brother Matteo Robustelli Is.’
‘I am and you should remember that.’
‘Why am I here?’
‘You are here as bare my princess.’
‘I am not your f*****g princess.’
‘Yes you are.’ He looked at me. ‘While you are here you will eat with us and share my bed.’
‘So you know how old I am asshole?’
‘No, but at a guess you’re going to tell me.’
‘I’m fifteen you a*s hole.’
‘Well I guess we’ll have a little fun till you turn sixteen won’t we?’
I can’t believe this a*s hole only a f
