Sold To The Dominant Mafia

6. Fire...Meets Ice

Amara

Fuck these contacts.

I blinked rapidly as the blindfold came off and the darkness gave into blinding lights. The lenses that concealed my green eyes to a darker shade of hazel were literally the most uncomfortable thing I have ever worn. Right after that insane, repulsive and revealing lingerie that I was still wearing under this flimsy dress. The moment my vision adjusted, I froze. Our eyes met and all the horrifying memories of that night flooded through my head like a Niagara Falls.

"This is your initiation, my boy. You know what that means, right?"

"Good. If only you can kill this traitor without blinking an eye will you be accepted as our future Capo dei tutte capi. And if you can't..."

"I will,"

"Good. Very good. Now, take the gun and shove it in the traitor's mouth. One pull is all it will take,"

This was him. Right there standing in front of me...the man who snatched my life away.

Leonardo Ammassari...

Dark eyes, like the color of raw unblended coffee shaded under equally dark eyebrows furrowed together in what seemed like keen interest gazed back at me. The first word that came to my mind as I met his stare was: deadly. Yes, he looked just as deadly as he was. He had an extremely angular face with a sharp jawline that was covered with dark stubble ending well below his chin and a broad forehead, half of which was covered by his semi-long dark hair. Wearing a sharp black suit, he stood a little distance away from me, his dark eyes taking in every inch of my body before coming back to rest on my face.

I held his gaze as I stared back at him, counting to ten in my head as an insane urge to shove a knife straight through his heart took over me. This was him. The boy who shoved a revolver in my father's mouth and killed him without blinking an eye. The boy who killed my brother and sister and the boy now grown into a deadly man and destined to die the most painful death in my hands.

"Who are you?" I demanded, not at all trying to mask the disgust that I felt for him but the fact that I knew who he was.

Maybe it was probably the very first time I saw him up this close but I have known him longer than he can even imagine. I have spent all my life studying him to T. I knew him and yet, he didn't know me. Shoving his hands in his trouser pockets, he smirked, c*****g his head to the side.

"You really want to know?" He asked. His voice was heavy and deep and he sounded egoistic as hell.

"I don't want to have anything to do with you in the first place..." I replied flatly.

"Then why ask?" He demanded, cutting me off and looking amused. "Beatrice," I turned my eyes away and shrugged. I didn't even want to look at him to be honest. The hate I felt for him was inexplicable. If I don't get myself under control, it will be a matter of time before my charade blows up on my face and everything is ruined.

"Just curious," I answered. He didn't say anything for a moment but a few seconds later, I could feel him in front of me. His smell, cologne mixed with something else invaded my nostrils and my entire being shriveled up in aversion. I could feel his dark stare on me but I was so scared of what might show on my face that I couldn't bring myself to turn and meet his gaze.

"Look at me," He said as he uncuffed my hands. His voice wasn't hard but his tone was authoritative. He wasn't asking. He was commanding me.

Taking a deep breath, I turned my eyes to him. I could feel the heat that flamed my face as rage and hate flooded through every part of me. Madam Irma will be so disappointed in me at the moment but when faced with the person who killed your entire family right in front of your eyes, can any sane person stay calm and pretend like nothing was wrong?

"I love the fire in your eyes," He murmured. "You are indeed what I hoped you would be,"

"You are wrong," I hissed, gritting my teeth. "I am everything you can't imagine in your wildest dream...whoever the f**k you are," Holding my burning gaze with his molten ones, he smiled inching so close to me that I had no option but to hold my breath and try not to let the suffocation and panic that flooded through me take over my mind.

"That's even better," He said, trailing his index finger down my cheek. A shiver ran down my spine at the contact and I gulped, breathing faster than I normally do. "I love a good challenge any day. I am Leonardo by the way...Leonardo Ammassari,"

"I don't know anyone by that name just in case you are expecting some sort of reaction from me," I snapped, moving away. But I was caged, between his massive body and the one of the posters of his gigantic four poster bed. He placed his hand beside my head and laughed softly.

"You...are probably the only one who doesn't know me," He answered breezily. "And I love that, baby girl,"

"Stop calling me baby girl," I scowled, irritated as hell.

"You. Are. Mine," He said, his voice deep and husky while his eyes shifted to my lips, painted in a ridiculous red. "I will call you by whatever name I like. I will do...whatever I like with you, understand? And as a starter...I would love to know your name," This brought a frown on my face. Why would he ask that?

"You already know my name..." I pointed tartly. Leo snorted as he ideally played with the strands of my hairs.

Don't touch me!

"And you expect me to believe that your name is Beatrice, huh?" He asked, raising his brows. "Do I look dumb to you?"

"You look obnoxious to me," I answered, trying to fight the alien smell, that was him for the matter from getting to my head.

"That would be a first," He answered with a cocky grin. "Usually, women faint at the sight of me. And I mean just my face...the rest of me is enough to induce coma," Rest of me? What the f**k was that supposed to mean?

"Well, apologies, sir...but in that case you are in for insane bad luck here," I sneered, glaring at him. "Because to me...you are just a vile, disgusting, ugly monster," His eyes darkened as he stared at me and yet that wicked grin didn't leave his lips. I stared back defiantly at him but in a matter of seconds the defiance turned to shock and disgust as he raked one hand around my waist and pulled me closer, crashing my body against his chest.

"Don't touch me!" I cried out, trying to wriggle away from his steely grasp. It f*****g sucks not to be able to fight him back with my usual strength and moves. But if I do that, the game will be over before it starts.

"Usually...I don't tolerate such insolent behavior from anyone," He whispered, his face barely an inch away from me, eyes like burning embers as he glared down at me. "Especially not a woman. But you...you are doing the opposite. Do you now how turned on I am at the moment? Keep this behavior up and I will come with my ways to deal with you...and I mean it,"

I blinked, my mind completely blank. f**k, he doesn't mean...does he? No...no...no, not now. I wasn't ready. Not so soon. s**t, who was I kidding? I wasn't ready. Ever. I could barely breath at the moment, panic flowing full force through every vein in my body. He was going to touch me. Like madam Irma said.

"Do you know what they do at the slave house?" Do you know what will happen once Leo buys you?"

"He will touch you. And he will let others touch you,"

Crap. I needed more time. Despite everything that Madam Irma taught me in the last one week, I wasn't ready. Theory was nothing close to practical most of the time. I needed to take him in and adjust to everything before I can allow him closer. First of all his scent that seemed like a predator to my senses. Next, his demeanor. The way he walks and the way he talks and all those tiny details. My brain was a complicated fucker. It always takes the long road to everything. Leo Ammassari will be the first man to touch me...ever. And as much as I hated to give him that smug satisfaction, it was what it was.

Because now I was here. I actually didn't expect him to fall for the trap that Alessandro set but he did. Out of all those women, he wanted me. Why? I don't know that yet. In the past week, I have just focused on how to get here. It never occurred to me to think about what happens when I do get here. How was I going to implement all that crap that Irma taught me? Half of which has already left he building as I was rendered speechless, captivated by his dark eyes. Resultantly, I was blank and panicked to my core.

"Now, be a good girl and tell me...what is your name?" He asked, his voice breathy and yet deep somehow. "Because I know you aren't Beatrice. You can't be,"

What was that supposed to mean? Why can't I be Beatrice even though to be honest, I hated that name. I wanted Fiona or Elena but they were adamant on Beatrice for some reason. I parted my lips but it took a thousand years for the words to come out of my mouth. It has to be the way he stared down at me. It was unnerving.

"Amara," I breathed. I don't think I should have told him my real name. It just slipped out but I knew he will catch me if I came up with a fake name again. Plus, nobody knew who I was so it was okay, I guess. I hoped it doesn't cost me later but right now my mind was literally all over the place to think clearly.

"My name is Amara..." I repeated again. His eyes widened as he stared down at me and to my surprise, a smile, an appreciative smile crept up his lips again as he c****d his head to the side and appraised me.

"A...mara," He tested the word around in his mouth and weirdly, it sounded different coming from him. It sounded seductive. Fucker, I hated my name coming out of his disgusting mouth. But I was getting an idea that I have to get used to a lot of things that I hated.

"Amara..." He repeated, thankfully moving back a little. "Yes...you indeed look like Amara. There is that fire in you that sits well with your name. Why the f**k would they name you Beatrice when you have such a beautiful name?"

Was he asking me or talking to himself? I didn't reply. The less I talk, the better. He stared at me for a bit before finally moving completely away from me. But to my horror, he started undressing, throwing off his suit jacket, followed by his waist coat, eyes glued to my face all the while. I was about to open my mouth and say something but I stopped as I realized that he didn't took off his white shirt. Simply, rolled the sleeves up to his elbows before walking over to the huge bar in his humongous room. With his back to me, I quickly ran my gaze around and immediately spotted two CCTV cams. One above the huge double oak door and the other on the corner. Both probably working.

"Drink?" He asked, turning around just as I drove my gaze back to him.

"No," I answered glumly. He shrugged, grabbed his glass and walking over flopped down on the black leather couch in front of me. Tilting his head, as he took a long sip of whatever the crap he was drinking, he said nothing. Just stared at me like I was some piece of art he just bought.

Wasn't I?

"Stop staring like a pervert," I hissed, unable to control myself. He narrowed his eyes at me as he placed his cup down on the round coffee table before sitting back and throwing one long leg over the other.

"You are mine, the faster you register that in your pretty head, the better," He hissed. "I will do whatever I feel like with you. If I want to stare at you...I will. Next time you open your mouth and insult me, trust me...I will throw you across my knees without an ounce of hesitation. Or cuff you up and f**k you until you can't breath. So, really don't push me, Amara," I was appalled. He did not just say that!

Nico was the only man who ever had any kind of real contact with me and he has never, I mean never talked to me this inappropriately. Ever. He was soft and sweet and even kind compared to this abominable specimen in front of me. Nico was good.

And I missed him.