CHAPTER 2

WHEN I OPENED MY EYES IT WAS NIGHT .

When I opened my eyes it was night. I looked

At the room and realized I have no idea where I am. I was lying in a huge bed

illuminated only by the light of lanterns. My head hurt and I felt like it vomit. What the hell happened where I am? I tried

stand up, but I was completely without strength, as if I weighed a ton, even my head she didn't want to get up from the pillow. I closed my eyes and again I fell asleep.

When I woke up again, it was still dark. I don't know how much I slept maybe it was another night There was no clock anywhere, I had no purse or phone. This time I was able to get out of bed and sit on the edge. I waited for a moment for my head to stop spinning. I noticed bedside lamp. When her light ﬂooded the room, I realized I think the place where I am is probably quite old and completely unknown to me.

The window frames were huge and richly decorated, opposite the heavy, a wooden bed stood a giant stone ﬁreplace - similar

I've only seen in movies. There were old beams on the ceiling, which were perfect blended in with the window frames. The room was warm elegant and very Italian. I started towards the window and after a while went out balcony with a breathtaking view of the garden in breasts.

- It's great that you're awake.

I froze at these words, and my heart went down my throat. I turned around and I saw a young Italian. That he was, indisputably

his accent testiﬁed when he spoke English. Also his appearance deﬁnitely conﬁrmed me in this belief. He wasn't very tall

- like the seventy percent of Italians I've seen. He had long dark hair falling on his shoulders, delicate features and giant lips. You could say he was a beautiful boy. Perfectly and impeccably dressed in an elegant suit, he still looked like teenager. Although he was evidently exercising, and quite a few, because shoulders

disproportionately expanded his ﬁgure.

- Where and why am I here ?! I said furiously, walking toward man.

- Please refresh yourself. I'll be back for you soon, then everything you'll ﬁnd out, "he said and disappeared, closing the door behind him. It looked as if he had ﬂed from me while I was terriﬁed of the situation.

I tried to open the door, but it was either latch or guy

he had the key and used it. I cursed under my breath. I felt helpless.

Next to the ﬁreplace was another door. I turned on the light and mine

a phenomenal bathroom appeared. There was a huge bathtub in the middle in one corner there was a dressing table, next to it a large sink with a mirror, at the other end I saw a shower under which

a football team would ﬁt easily. He didn't have a shower tray nor

walls, only the glass and the ﬂoor of ﬁne mosaic. The bathroom was size of the whole Martin apartment where we lived together. Martin ... probably worried. Or maybe not, maybe glad that ﬁnally nobody he bothers him with his presence. I was angry again with this together with fear caused by the situation in which it happened I found.

I stood in front of the mirror. I looked extremely good, I was

tanned and probably very sleepy, because the bruises that I had recently under eyes disappeared. I was still wearing a black tunic and costume bathing suit I wore on my birthday when I ran out

from the hotel. How can I get along without my belongings? I undressed

and took a shower, picked up a thick white bathrobe from the hanger and decided that I am refreshed.

When I visited the room in which I woke up, looking for directions where I could be, the bedroom door opened. Once again a young Italian stood in them, who with a sweeping gesture showed me the way. We went along a long decorated corridor vases with ﬂowers. The house was in darkness, illuminating it

only lanterns whose light came in through numerous windows. Kluczyliśmy through the maze of corridors, until a man came to one door and opened it

them. When I crossed the threshold, he locked me in without entering

me. The room was probably a library, the walls were covered with shelves with books and paintings in heavy wooden frames. In central another delightful ﬁreplace was burning around it dark green soft sofas with many pillows were set up in shades of gold. There was a table at one of the armchairs on which I saw cooler with champagne. I shuddered at the sight of him; after my last crazy alcohol wasn't what I needed.

- Sit down please. You did not respond well to the hypnotic, no I knew you had heart trouble - I heard a man's voice

and I saw a ﬁgure standing on the balcony with his back to me. I didn't even move.

- Laura, sit in the armchair. Once again, I will not ask you, just sit you down force.

My head was buzzing, I could hear my heart beating and it seemed I am going to pass out. It was getting dark before my eyes.

- Damn you, why aren't you listening to me?

The ﬁgure from the balcony moved towards me and before I sank on the ﬂoor, she grabbed my arms. I blinked, wanting to catch sharpness. I felt him seat me and put an ice cube in my mouth.

- Possij. You slept almost two days, the doctor gave you an IV to get you

she is not dehydrated, but you may be thirsty and you have the right not to feel best.

I knew this voice and, above all, this characteristic accent.

I opened my eyes and then came across that cold, animal look. The man I saw in the restaurant and hotel was kneeling before me and ... oh god, at the airport. He was dressed the same as the day he was I landed in Sicily and fell on the back of a great bodyguard. He had wearing a black suit and a black shirt unbuttoned under his neck. He was elegant and very haughty. I spat an ice cube straight into his furiously face.

- What the hell am I doing here? Who are you and what right am I here więzisz?

He wiped the water residue of the ice off his face and picked it up showed me the way. We went along a long decorated corridor vases with ﬂowers. The house was in darkness, illuminating it

only lanterns whose light came in through numerous windows. Kluczyliśmy through the maze of corridors, until a man came to one door and opened it

them. When I crossed the threshold, he locked me in without entering

- Sit down please. You did not respond well to the hypnotic, no I knew you had heart trouble - I heard a man's voice

and I saw a ﬁgure standing on the balcony with his back to me. I didn't even move.

- Laura, sit in the armchair. Once again, I will not ask you, just sit you down force.

My head was buzzing, I could hear my heart beating and it seemed I am going to pass out. It was getting dark before my eyes.

- Damn you, why aren't you listening to me?

The ﬁgure from the balcony moved towards me and before I sank on the ﬂoor, she grabbed my arms. I blinked, wanting to catch sharpness. I felt him seat me and put an ice cube in my mouth.

- Possij. You slept almost two days, the doctor gave you an IV to get you

she is not dehydrated, but you may be thirsty and you have the right not to feel best.

I knew this voice and, above all, this characteristic accent.

- What the hell am I doing here? Who are you and what right am I here więzisz?

He wiped the water residue of the ice off his face and picked it upfrom the thick carpet a cold transparent cube and threw it at the burning ﬁreplace.

- Answer me, fuck! - I screamed furiously to the borders, forgetting how terrible I felt just a moment ago. When

I tried to get up from the armchair, grabbed my shoulders hard and threw me on place.

- I told you to sit, I do not recognize disobedience and not I'm going to tolerate him, ”he growled, hanging over me about armrests.

Enraged, I raised my hand and aimed the man spirited cheek. His eyes burned with wild fury, and I collapsed in fear in the seat. He slowly stood up, straightened up and pulled in loudly air. I was so scared of what I did that

I decided not to check where his strength limits lie.

He started toward the ﬁreplace, stood facing him and leaned on both hands against the wall above the hearth. Seconds passed and he was silent. If it wasn't for the fact that I felt imprisoned by him, I probably would now remorse, and my apology would not end, but

in the current situation it was diﬃcult for me to feel anything other than anger.

- Laura, you are so disobedient, it is strange that you are not Italian. He turned and his eyes were still burning. I decided not to speak,

in the hope that I will ﬁnd out what I am doing here and how long it will last.

Suddenly the door opened and the same young Italian entered the room, who brought me.

"Don Massimo ..." he said.

Black gave him a warning look and the man

suddenly it seemed frozen. He came up to him and stood so that they almost touched cheeks. He deﬁnitely had to bend down, because between him and the young There were a dozen or so or several dozen centimeters of difference Italian.

The conversation was in Italian, she was calm, and the man who

he imprisoned me here, stood and listened to me. He answered with one sentence and young The Italian disappeared, closing the door behind him. Black walked around the room and then went out onto the balcony. He leaned on the railing with both hands and whispered something again.

Don ... I thought they were talking to Marlon in the Godfather Brando, playing the head of a maﬁa family. Suddenly it all began put together: security, cars with black windows, this house,

not objecting. It seemed to me that something nostra was an invention Francis Ford Coppola, and in the meantime I found myself inside Sicilian history.

- Massimo ...? I said softly. - Is this how I deal with you? Ask, should I speak don?

The man turned and walked conﬁdently toward me.

The ﬂood of thoughts in my head made me breathless. Fear ﬂooded my body.

- Do you think you understand everything now? He asked, sitting down couch.

- I think I know your name now.

He smiled slightly and as if relaxed.

- I realize you expect an explanation. But I do not know how you will react to what I want to tell you, so you better have a drink.

He stood up and poured two glasses of champagne. He took one, he gave me and from another he took a sip and sat back on the couch.

- A few years ago I had, let's call it an accident, I was shot

several times. This is part of the risk resulting from belonging to a family, in which I was born. When I lay dying, I saw ... -

Here he stopped and got up. He came to the ﬁreplace and set the glass and sighed loudly. - What I will tell you will be so amazing that the day i saw you at the airport i didn't think it was true. Look up at the picture that hangs above the ﬁreplace.

My eyes went to the place he pointed. I froze. Portrait he depicted a woman, speciﬁcally my face. I grabbed a glass and swung him down. I shuddered at the taste of alcohol, but it worked soothing, so I reached for a bottle to top it up. Massimo he continued.

- When my heart stopped, I saw ... you. After many weeks in the hospital I regained consciousness and then full eﬃciency. Whenever I was able to convey a picture that all the time

I was in front of my eyes, I called the artist to paint a woman whom he was painting then I saw. He painted you.

It was obvious that I was in the picture. But how is that possible?

- I was looking for you all over the world, although searching is probably too much word. Somewhere within me there was certainty that one day you would stand above all me. And so it happened. I saw you at the airport, leaving

from the terminal. I was ready to catch you and never let go again, but that would be too risky. From that moment my people were already watching you. Tortuga, the restaurant you came to belongs to me, but it's not me, but fate put you there. Once you were inside I couldn't

base the opportunity to talk to you and then once again a fate made you appear behind the door you shouldn't have been behind. I cannot say that providence did not favor me. A hotel where you lived, it belongs to me partly ...

At this point, I understood where the champagne on our table came from, why the constant feeling of being observed. I wanted to interrupt him

And throw him a million questions, but I decided to wait what would happen next. "You must belong to me too, Laura."

I couldn't stand it.

- I do not belong to anyone, I am not an object. You can't do that after just have me. Kidnap and count on me being yours, I growled through the teeth.

- I know, that's why I'll give you a chance to love me and stay with me not from coercion, but because you want to.

I snorted a hysterical laugh. I rose calmly and slowly

from the armchair. Massimo did not object when I approached the ﬁreplace, turning a glass of champagne in your ﬁngers. I tilted it, drank it to the end and turned to my kidnapper.

- You're making fun of me. I narrowed my eyes glared at him hateful look. - I have a guy who will look for me,

I have family, friends, I have my life. And I don't need you from you chances for love! - The tone of my voice was deﬁnitely raised. - So please kindly let me out and let me come home.

Massimo stood up and crossed the room. He opened the cabinet

and took out two large envelopes. He returned and stood beside him. He came to me close enough that I could smell it, an overpowering combination of power, money and toilet water with a very heavy spicy note. From this one the mixture was dizzy. He handed me the ﬁrst envelope and he said:

- Before you open it, I will explain to you what is inside ...

I didn't wait for him to start, I turned away from him and with one move I tore off the top of the envelope and photos spilled onto the ground.

"Oh God ..." I sobbed quietly and sank to the ﬂoor, hiding my face in hands.

My heart clenched and tears began to ﬂow down my cheeks. In the pictures there was Martin fucking a woman. Photographs were evidently taken out of hiding and unfortunately they deﬁnitely portrayed my guy.

"Laura ..." Massimo knelt beside me. "I'll explain what in a moment." you see, so listen to me. When I tell you to do something and you do you will do otherwise, it will always end up worse for you than it should. Understand this and stop ﬁghting me because in the current situation you are on losing position.

I raised my hazy eyes and looked at him with such hate that he moved away from me. I was angry, desperate ripped to shreds and I didn't care.

- You know what? Fuck off! I threw the envelope at him and lunged to door.

Massimo still kneeling, grabbed my leg and pulled my own page. I fell over and hit my back on the ground. Black is ﬁne he didn't do it, he dragged me down the rug until I was under him. He released his right ankle he pulled quickly and grabbed it

my hands at the wrists. I threw myself in all directions, trying free.

- Fuck me! I screamed, struggling.

At one point, when he pulled me, calling to order,

a gun fell from behind his belt and hit the ﬂoor. At this view I froze, but Massimo didn't seem to care at all, no

taking my eyes off me. He gripped mine more and more wrists. Finally I stopped ﬁghting him, I lay defenseless and weeping, and he penetrated me with his cold eyes. He looked down on my half-naked body; the robe that covered them pulled up quite enough high up. He hissed and bit his lower lip at the sight. He came my mouth until I stopped breathing - it seemed to absorb mine smell, and in a moment will ﬁnd out how I taste. He swiped his lips after my cheek and whispered:

- I won't do anything without your consent and willingness. Even if I like it it seemed like I had it, I would wait until you want me, you want me to

you will come Which doesn't mean that I don't feel like going into you very much stop your scream deeply and with your tongue.

At these words, spoken so quietly and calmly, I felt hot.

- Don't ﬁdget and listen for a moment, I will have a hard night tonight, the last days have not been easy, and you do not make my task easier. No I'm used to having to tolerate disobedience, I can't

be gentle but I don't want to hurt you. So or in a moment I'll tie you to a chair and gag you, or let you go, and you you will politely follow my instructions.

His body was sticking to mine, I could feel every muscle of it an extremely harmoniously built man. Left knee that held between my legs, pushed up when not

I reacted to his words. I groaned softly, suppressing the scream as it hit between my thighs, irritating the sensitive place, and my back involuntarily I arched, turning my head away from him. My body was behaving

so only in situations of excitement, and this despite tangible aggression she deﬁnitely was.

"Don't provoke me, Laura," he hissed through his teeth. "All right, I'll be calm and now get up from me." Massimo gracefully rose from the carpet and put the weapon down on the table. He took me on my arm and seated me in an armchair.

- It will deﬁnitely be easier. So when it comes to photos ...

- he started. - On your birthday, I witnessed the situation at the pool between you and your man. When you ran out, I knew it was the day I bring you to my life. After yours

the man didn't even ﬂinch when you left the hotel, I knew he didn't

he is worth you and he will not despair long after you. When you disappeared your friends went to eat, as if nothing had happened. Then my people took your things from the room and left a letter in which you wrote to Martin that you leave him, return to Poland, move out and disappear with him

life. There is no way that he would not read it when he returned to yours apartment after a meal. In the evening, when they passed by the reception dressed up and in champagne moods, a service man asked them, recommending visiting one of the better clubs on the island. Toro also belongs to me and thanks to that I could control the situation. When you look photos, you'll see the whole story on them that you just heard. What it was happening at the club ... well, they drank, had fun until Martin got interested one of the dancers - you have already seen the rest. Pictures probably speak for themselves each other.

I sat and looked at him in disbelief. Within a few minutes hours my whole life turned upside down.

- I want to go back to Poland, please let me be home again.

Massimo got up from the couch and stood facing the smoldering ﬁre that

it dimmed slightly, creating a warm twilight in the room. He leaned on one hand

against the wall and said something in Italian. He caught a deep breath and turned away in my direction and he replied:

"Unfortunately, it won't be for the next three hundred and sixty-ﬁve days." possible. I want you to devote the next year to me. I will try to do

everything for you to love me, and if next year on your birthday nothing is wrong will change, i will let you go. This is not an offer, only information, I don't give it you choice, just telling how it will be. I won't touch you, I won't do anything what you don't want, I won't force you to do anything, I won't rape you if you are afraid of it ... Because if you really are an angel to me, I want to show as much respect as your own life is worth to me. Everything

in the residence will be at your disposal, you will get protection, but not for control, but only for your safety. You will choose

people who will protect you in my absence. You will have

access to all properties, I'm not going to imprison you, that's why you only want to play in clubs or go out, I can't see the problem ...

I interrupted him.

"You're not serious right now, are you?" How am I here?

sit still? What will my parents think? You don't know my mother, she

she will cry when they tell her that I have been kidnapped, sacriﬁce the rest of my life, to ﬁnd me. Do you know what you want to do to her? I prefer you to me

he shot now than I was to blame if something happened to her because of me. If you just let me out of this room, I'll run away and never me again you will see. I'm not going to be the property - yours or anyone's different.

Massimo approached me as if he knew it again

something not very nice will happen. He reached out and handed me the second envelope.

Holding it in my hands, I wondered if I should open it or not will be the same as a moment ago. I watched my face with research Black. He stared at the ﬁre as if waiting for my reaction to what was hidden inside.

I tore open the envelope and, with trembling hands, pulled out another photo. What the hell? I thought. The photographs depicted my family:

mother with dad and brother. In ordinary situations, taken next to the house, on lunch with friends through the bedroom window when they were sleeping.

- What is this ?! I asked, confused and pissed off borders.

- It's my policy guaranteeing you won't run away. You won't risk it safety and life of your family. I know where they live and how they live and where they work, what time they go to sleep and what they eat for breakfast. No I'm going to watch you because I know I can't do it when

I'm not here, I will not imprison you, tie you or lock you up. The only thing i can do

to do is give you an ultimatum: you will give me a year - and your family will be there safe and protected.

I sat in front of him and thought about whether I could kill him. On the table between us lay a gun, and I wanted to do everything to protect your family. I grabbed the gun and aimed it

in Black. He was still sitting still, but his were on ﬁre anger.

- Laura, you're driving me crazy and crazy at the same time.

Put the weapon away, because in a moment the situation will cease to be funny and I will have to hurt you.

When he ﬁnished speaking, I closed my eyes and pulled the trigger. Thread did not happen. Massimo lunged at me, took my weapon and tugged at me shoulder, pulled me from the chair, throwing me on the couch, from which he jumped up. He twisted me on my stomach and tied me to one of the pillows

hands. When he ﬁnished, he seated me, or rather threw me on a soft seat.

- You have to unlock it ﬁrst !!! Do you prefer to talk like that?

Are you comfortable Do you want to kill me thinking it's so simple? You think, that nobody has ever tried it before?

When he ﬁnished screaming, he ran his hands through his hair, sighed

and he looked at me furiously and coldly.

- Domenico! He screamed.

A young Italian appeared in the doorway, as if he were behind the wall all the time, waiting for the call.

- Take Laura to her room and don't lock the door - spoke English with his British accent so that I would she understood. Then he turned to me:

"I won't imprison you, but will you risk escaping?"

He lifted me by the rope that Domenico took from him completely

unaffected by the whole situation. Black tucked his pistol into his belt in his pants and left the room, casting a warning look at me in the doorway.

The young Italian gave a wide gesture to show me the way and walked down the corridor, leading me behind the "leash" Massimo prepared for me. After passing tangled corridors we got to the room in which I woke up a couple

an hour ago. Domenico untied his hands, nodded and closed the door, leaving. I waited a few seconds and grabbed the door handle - the door didn't they were locked. I wasn't sure if I wanted to cross

threshold. I sat on the bed and a stream of thoughts rushed through my head. If he was he serious A whole year without family, friends, without Warsaw? On I thought I was in tears. Would he be able to do something so cruel

my loved ones? I wasn't sure of his words, but I didn't want to

check if he was bluﬃng. The wave of tears that ﬂooded my eyes was like catharsis. I don't know how much I cried, but eventually I fell asleep from fatigue.

I woke up curled up, still wearing a white down coat

dressing-gown. It was still dark outside, again I didn't know if this one lasted terrible night, or maybe it's another.

There were hushed male voices from the garden - I went out onto the balcony, but I didn't see anyone. The sounds were too quiet for the talkers to be able to be near. I thought something was happening on the other side possessions. I gripped the door handle uncertainly, the door was still off closed. I stepped outside the room and thought for a long moment whether to take a step forward or whether I can step back. won curiosity and I walked through the dark corridor towards me votes. It was a hot August night, light curtains ﬂuttered in the windows on the sea-scented wind. The house in the dark was calm.

I wonder how it looked during the day. Without Domenic, getting lost in the tangles corridors and doors were rather obvious, after a short while I did not have no idea where i am. The only thing I suggested was following

ahead, there were more and more distinct sounds of male conversations. Passing through the slightly ajar door, I reached the huge hall

with giant windows that overlooked the driveway. I went to the glass glass and leaned my hands on the huge frame, partly behind her hiding.

In the dark I saw Massim and several people standing next to him. In front of

they were kneeling by a man who was shouting something in Italian. His face she betrayed terror and panic when he looked at Black. Massimo stood calmly with his hands in the pockets of loose dark pants. pierced man with an icy stare and waited for the end of the sobbing sobriety human. When he fell silent, Black said in a calm voice to one or two sentences, then pulled a pistol from his belt and shot him in the head. The man's body fell to stone driveway.

At this sight, a moan escaped from my chest and I suppressed it with my hands, putting them to your mouth. However, it was loud enough that Czarny turned away

gaze from the man in front of him and looked at me. His

the look was cold and dispassionate, as if she hadn't done anything on it

impressions of the act he has just done. He grabbed the silencer and handed over the weapon the man next to him; then I sank to the ﬂoor.

I tried desperately to catch my breath, but to no avail.

I only heard my heart beating slowly and pulsating in my head

blood, it started getting dark in front of my eyes, and my stomach was clearly signaled that soon the carpet will be drunk earlier

champagne. With shaking hands, I nervously tried to untie the belt a bathrobe that seemed to tighten ever more, blocking me inhale. I saw the death of a man in my head like a ﬁerce one ﬁlm scrolled the image of the falling shot. A repetitive scene it caused the oxygen to drain completely out of my body. I gave this and stopped ﬁghting. I registered the rest of my consciousness as the strap on my robe is loosening, two ﬁngers on my neck are trying feel a weak pulse. One hand slipped through the back and neck until it caught me behind my head, and the other under my half-bent legs. I felt that myself I move - I wanted to open my eyes, but I couldn't

lift eyelids. There were sounds around, clearly to me only one arrived:

- Laura, breathe.

That accent, I thought. I knew my arms were around me Massima, the arms of a man who took someone's life a moment ago. Black entered the room and kicked the door shut. When i felt

as he puts me on the bed, I still struggled with the breath that despite he was becoming more and more regular, still not deep enough to give me as much oxygen as I needed.

Massimo opened his mouth with one hand and slipped it under his tongue with the other tablet.

- Relax, baby girl , it's a heart medicine. The doctor who followed you took care, left them in case of such a situation. After a while, my breathing became more regular, into the body

more oxygen was reaching, and the heart from a mad gallop slowed down to

calm walk. I fell in bed and fell asleep.

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