Tangled Obsession

Authors pov

Vincenzo's furious eyes roamed on florina's body. Her shirt was torn making her bra visible to the eyes of these hungry vultures making his hands clench in a fists as he noticed how his men were eye raping her. She had a wound on her forehead with some dried blood and fresh blood was dripping from her lips. She also had a very nasty bruise on her left cheek.

The heart he thought is dead clenched in pain when he saw her crying and pleading him with her beautiful green eyes. After decades he felt these familiar emotions.

Vincenzo kneeled in front of her chair and released her hands from the bounds and Florina quickly fixed her torn shirt. She was still shaking and seeing this Vincenzo was fuming in anger.

Florina slightly flinched back when Vincenzo slide his hand under her knees and other behind her back. He effortlessly picked her up in bridal style and she looked at him shocked, she wasn't expecting him to do that.

The men who had harassed her were now shaking in fear. They have never seen their boss treat someone like this and if he is doing this gentle then she must be someone special to him and they are going to be doomed now.

"Legateli Tornerò." (Tie them down I will be back.)

He ordered his right hand man glaring towards the men who were harassing Florina.

"Don___"

The man came forward with pleasing voice but Vincenzo's one glare was enough for him to cower back.

Florina was witnessing everything with blurry eyes. She had wrapped her arms around vincenzo's shoulders as his warmth was making her feel safe.

Vincenzo walked outside the basement and Florina quickly closed her eyes as she came in contact with the bright lights of the mansion. The guards and maids looked shocked as they saw their don with a girl in his arm. They were used to seeing him kill people and humiliate his whores which he hires for quick fucks. They have never seen him behave like this with anyone, no one has ever seen his this side.

Florina tried to take in her surroundings as much as she can do. His house was beautiful inside out. The shiny marble in which one can see his face clearly, royal chandeliers hanging from the ceilings, the one she has seen only in movies and the beautiful paintings on the wall. Everything screamed money and power.

Vincenzo kicked open the golden color door of his room and got in. Her mouth dropped when she saw his room, it was nothing less then a chamber of a King. The king side bed was big enough to fit 5 to 6 people easily. His room alone was bigger than her whole apartment, decorated with golden and black color. It has a big portrait of Vincenzo on the wall behind his bed. Florina felt like she is in a five star hotel.

Vincenzo gently placed her on the bed and she leaned against the bedpost.

"I was___"

tried to break the uncomfortable silence but he ignored her

angry on me... He hasn't even questioned me about anything. What's going on in

Vincenzo sitting in front of her with

Vincenzo ignored her weird looks

when it burned. He didn't bother to make her comfortable or blew on it to soothe her. He cleaned the wound the way he wanted and it was not at all gentle. He did the same with

cotton ball in the dustbin and closed the box which he literally threw on the

the great Italian mafia just

She internally screamed.

of her

"Painkillers..."

in his gruffy

pounding due to the blows she received from

were done and now Vincenzo folded his

you do that you

accent again made her feel weird

at him for a second. She could see his build arms and his tattoos from his folded sleeves and his white shirt was clinging to his body like second skin showing all

fingers in front of her and she awkwardly cleared her throat. His lips slightly twitched upward

any necklace last night when I

and he

"Necklace?..."

Did you find it, it is very important to me. That's why I came to meet

She said hurriedly.

second

I didn't found

He replied nonchalantly.

have had it but he was clearly denying it. Why would he lie if he has it, it was not like

okay... Thank you

with a small smile and his