Chapter 87
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"Poison?" His voice that came out was calm but wasn't able to hide the uninhibited anger that came along with it was chilling, paralyzing my body with fear as I took him in with a wobbly smile and water eyes.
Alessandro brought his hand to my face and I flinched squeezing my eyes shut as I was bracing myself for the torture that he would inflict on my body.
I felt instead a warm hand soothingly cupping my left cheek, the rough pad of his thumb stroking it. I hesitantly opened one of my eyes into a slit to see what was going on. Both of my eyes sprung wide open when Alessandro mythical eyes looked at me with worry impaled in them, scanning every corner of my face for any discomfort.
"Are you okay?" He asked in a haste, panic filling his rich deep voice. Both of his hands were now cupping my face as they turned my head sideways, up and down, letting him inspect everywhere.
'What the hell is wrong with him. Isn't he going to kill me?'
Folds started to appear between my eyebrows, not understanding this unprecedented behavior that he was showcasing and I jerked my head out of his hold giving him a sideways-glare. "Of course, I am okay. Why wouldn't I be? This isn't the first time that I have done something like this."
Alessandro scowled at that and reached swiftly for his phone in his pocket. He dialed something on it before placing it against his ear letting the phone ring.
"What are you doing?" Weariness together with confusion marred my voice.
Not saying anything he only glared at me. My heart skipped a beat when I heard the person from the other line pick up the phone.
Alessandro kept his eyes on me as he begun to speak in his authoritative voice "Yeah, it's me. There's someone who I want you to do a full body check up on, so come now." Alessandro commanded and without waiting for the other person's response ended the call and shoved the phone back in his pocket.
My jaw dropped. "Did you just call a doctor?" I asked mystified.
He silently looked at me, not denying my assumption.
I glowered lowly at him. "I am fine." I said slowly, putting the emphasis on 'fine'.
He narrowed his eyes at me. "We will see when the doctor gets here."
I threw my head back letting out an aggravated groan. I would have face-palmed myself if my hands weren't chained up right now.
I brought my head back and let out a heavy sigh. "Listen Mafia boy, I have been doing this ever since I was small. My body is immune to the poison. No need for a doctor."
A sour expression took over Alessandro's face. "Ever since you were small?"
Closing my eyes, I nodded. "Yes, yes. Just like how I have been selling my body ever since I was a child, I have been eating poison to survive."
Losing my parents at an early age and with no relatives to turn to going to an orphanage was the only option. But that orphanage was run by wicked people that got off by abusing children. I got most of my scars thanks to them. They would starve us for days, leaving us no choice but to eat the plants from their garden. Not a smart choice as it left us with intense stomachaches. Most of the times it was so bad that we had to go to the emergency room earning us another hundred whips from our caretakers when we get home.
Few years later I was adopted. I was singing praises, thanking God for releasing me from this hell hole, but I soon realized after being adopted that I was thrown in an even worse of a hell hole. I was being used as a tool to appease the sexual urges of my adoptive parents.
Another few years went by and I ran away from home, leaving me stranded on the streets. I had no choice but to sell my body to survive until someone from my corporation took me in and brought me up as a killer.
All that shitty experiences shaped me into the person that I am today. A person who will only trust and rely on himself.
I looked at Alessandro. Sadness clouded his handsome features. I let out an elongated sigh, averting my eyes from the eyes that seemed to look at me with pity.
'I fucking hate that look.' I don't need anyone's pity. I don't want nor do I need anybody to feel sorry for me. My past may have been a huge shit-stain but I am living an awesome life right now. The moment I became strong enough I took the liberty to kill my old caretakers at the orphanage and my adoptive parents.
The corner of my mouth went slightly up as I tried to suppress my grin. Ah~ it feels me up with exhilarating happiness every time when I think about their snot-covered faces as I tortured them to death. I became really well-off as my killing targets became more expensive and as a bonus a steamy hot night was waiting for me if I was able to seduce them.
As I was enthralled by my beautiful thoughts Alessandro used his hand to grab my chin, making me look back in his eyes. His before saddened face was transformed with awe as he looked at me, smiling proudly at me. "You've done well."
"Huh?" I voiced out shocked as my eyes went round.
Alessandro's expression then hardened, lines marring his forehead. "But that ends now. You never have to do that again. I will not allow it." He said resolute through his gritted teeth as he placed his forehead against mine.
"You're mine." He growled possessively.
My brows furrowed displeased. "No." I said disgruntledly and jerked my head away from him. "I am not yours. I will not stay here."
I will not let this bastard take away my only freedom.
Alessandro drew back, locking his eyes with me and my heart stopped beating. I swear he took my breath away with the possessive and dominant look in his eyes. My body went on an immediate strike.
"Wrong response, Bambino."
