Tied To Temptation

Giulia was the first person to step foot in a casino before this moment. Subsequently, she found herself in a casino that exuded an aura of wealth. The gold lights glowed from the ceiling. Velvet curtains adorned the walls. Every corner whispered secrets from the powerful and wealthy. The men, dressed in smart suits, strolled through the room with icy and sharp eyes.

"This place is insane," she said. "The owner of this place must be extremely wealthy."

Vincenzo didn't flinch. "Yeah. I'm stupid rich."

He swung her head towards her, and her eyes were large. "Wait... this is yours?"

"This and four others. Come on."

He took her to a seat that had a perspective of the playing floor. Giulia attempted to maintain her composure, yet her nervousness was palpable. What was going on? Just a few days ago she tried to keep herself out of danger. She was now eating with a man who resembled a character from a mafia film.

The words fell from her lips before she was able to end them. "Are you really a... dealer or something?"

The smile he had on his face didn't disappear. "Do you want the truth?"

The woman paused and then shook her head. "No. Probably not."

A tall, red-haired woman sat at the table with her husband, looking as if she had walked straight from a fashion magazine. It wasn't a problem to hide her appearance. Giulia exuded radiant glow from head to toe.

"Good evening, boss."

"Villa Rosso Classico," Vincenzo said with a casual smile, not looking at her.

Then he looked at Giulia. "You are probably starving. Then he sat for a moment in the vehicle ..."

Her cheeks were hot.

Was he truly speaking those words aloud to himself?

"Um... anything's fine."

"Anything doesn't exist. Pick something. Or are you hoping for another spanking tonight, amore?"

"No... Daddy."

The waitress's gaze was not on her. However, a small part of her loved the way he took her in as his own, how he gave her the impression that she was part of his.

Vincenzo smiled and leaned close. "Good girl."

Food arrived shortly following--dishes she didn't recognise and tastes she'd never had. It was expensive and beautiful but also unbelievable. She did not hold back. She let herself be enthralled.

Then, a fillet landed gently on her.

The woman froze. Her fingers tightened around her fork.

"What's this?" she enquired, even though she knew.

"Just some paperwork."

Her chest was tense. "Did you have this ready already? Do you... do this a lot?"

He placed a pen over the table. "You think too much."

"I can't just sign my name and disappear for a month. My sister will freak. And Nona Rosa... she'll think I'm dead."

"Behave for twenty-four hours, and maybe I'll let you call your sister."

"And if I don't behave?"

He licked his lips. His eyes were dark and smoky. The woman shivered.

"Just sign it."

The document was opened. The words blurred slightly out of the chaos that was forming in her head. Her hands shook slightly when she sat down to take the pen.

"This is crazy," she considered. "What if I regret this? What if I can't leave?"

Despite her hesitation, she still wrote her name on the paper.

As she turned her head, she saw him watching her.

"Now what?"

He leant leaned in, his voice sounding like velvet. "Now... you give me your panties."

"Here?"

"Now."

Her eyes became wider. However, he did not appear like he was laughing.

The woman swallowed her food, reached underneath her gown, and gently pulled her legs down. The lacing was damp in her hands.

She gave it to her.

He took it in without even blinking, and he held it up to his face. Her jaw dropped.

"Like moist heaven," he whispered"

Her heart was trying to jump into her chest.

"When we get home... I'm going to tie you up and taste you until you're crying stars."

"I can't wait," she said.

They headed towards the exit. They walked out. She was flopping around, flushed and confused. However, his phone started to buzz before he slowed down.

"Wait here."

He put a kiss on her lips. He rubbed his hand over her back before he swung and left.

Giulia was leaning against the wall, her breathing slow.

What's going on with me? I was afraid about him yesterday. Then I'm... I'm falling deeply in love with him.

"Hey there, sexy," an uneasy voice interrupted her thoughts.

She turned. A large, towering man, adorned with tattoos, gazed at her as if she were indulging in dessert. He wasn't Vincenzo. He was not well-polished. The surface is not completely clean. It's just a matter of danger.

She didn't say anything. Then she turned and walked away.

"Hey! At least say thank you."

She would move.

The boot's sound got more pronounced. Closer.

An unforgiving hand pulled her to the back.

"You little tease."

She was screaming.

"Get off me!"

"Shut up!"

Her hand was buried in her gown. He tried to push the dress to come up.

"Dirty little slut... I bet you're all wet under this."

Then—a gunshot.

Blood splattered her dress. After screaming, the girl fell to the ground.

A large body fell on her.

A moment later the girl was unable to get her feet to move.

She then pushed the weight. It did not move. Her fingers touched cold, dead skin.

Vincenzo appeared.

He dragged the deceased man off his wife like he was absolutely nothing. The gun he held was still burning.

"You shot him!"

"No one touches what's mine."

He took the weapon out and snatched the woman up.

"Take her to the car!" He yelled at a man who appeared next to him.

Giulia didn't resist. Her hands were shaking hard. Gunfire echoed from the casino, causing her to shut the door to the limo behind her.

Her head rested on the cold window.

That was how it was. Guns. Blood. Vincenzo is a man I admire greatly.

Do I have the capacity to last for another thirty-one days?

Am I over the horizon?