His'(Crazy Erotica)

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{“Do you have a fucking lose nut up there?”} {“Boss would never follow a little eighteen year old girl around because he gives some shit about her or anything. All he can do is keep her as a fuck toy just as she had naively given herself to Chase fucking Romano. She’s boss’ leverage to escape Romano’s wrath also for murdering her grandmother and also, to use it and get back at him. Either way, it’s a win win situation for us”}

Sophia didn’t know what they were talking about. A part of her wanted to know why it involved Chase, but a larger part of her wanted to free herself first. From the way they both talked, those two men didn’t seem like they were good news. Maybe, Chase’s place was much safer for her.

Using their argument as an advantage, Sophia forcefully yanked her arm from the first man, so hard it might have left a mark on her skin, but she didn’t care then. She turned on her heels and made her way to go back to the mansion.

But Sophia was late. She always was.

One of the men gripped her arm and pulled her into his chest, making her hit her forehead again.

“Not so fast, little girl,” She recognized his voice as the one whose chest she had bumped into earlier.

“Plea-,”before Sophia could complete her statement, an iron object was struck on her head, hard, from behind, and she hissed out, raising her hands to cradle her head in her palms.

She staggered on her feet the moment the first man let go of her arm, and she blinked her eyes to clear her blurry vision as she heard the faint yell of the first man at the second one-maybe reprimanding him for hitting her so hard like that-in Italian.

She suddenly felt herself being lifted up and thrown over a broad shoulder. The last thing her eyes saw was her hair blocking her eyes as whoever had her on his shoulder walked away with her.

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“Chiedi alla squadra di sicurezza di procurarmi le riprese CCTV della tenuta delle ultime tre ore, saro li subito,” Chase slammed down the telephone on his desk and stormed out of his study, his cousins trailing behind him with Charlie in Valerie’s arms.

{“Ask the security team to get the CCTV footage of the estate from the last three hours for me ready, I’ll be there right away.”}

In long strides, Chase was already in the security room, a cigar dancing between his fingers as he stood behind the head of the security team who was seated on a chair, typing something on a keyboard.

With a last click, the guy raised his head up and stared at Chase’s face, whose eyes didn’t blink or leave the computer screen, which was divided into four parts, for a second. “Don, il filmato che hai chiesto,”

{“Don, the footage you asked for”}

Chase nodded and took the cigar to his lips, drawing in smoke.

Valerie pointed at the first quarter of the screen where a smallish feminine figure, dressed in a black button-down shirt, walked aimlessly in the empty street of the Romano estate with slumped shoulders and her small hands limp at her sides. “Quella e Sophia!”

{“That’s Sophia!”}

Chase pulled out the cigar from his lips and blew out smoke, narrowing his eyes at the particular figure Valerie had pointed at. Sure, she was Sophia. “Fuck, Gattina” He then motioned to the guy in front of the computer. “a schermo intero,”

{“Kitten”}{“Full screen”}

The guy clearly understood what his boss meant and did as told. He put the first quarter of the screen where Sophia was showing on full screen.

They all watched as she walked, silently until a small chuckle left her lips. What was she thinking about? Had she ran mad?

Chase’s eyes narrowed into slits, watching a familiar man on black walking directly behind her. Sophia was too deep in her thoughts to even notice, he mentally noted, waiting for her to notice the person walking behind her. It couldn’t be a coincidence that someone was just walking by. The estate belonged to Chase and no one lived in there, except him and his men. The man following Sophia was definitely not part of the Romano empire and it sparked a suspicion in Chase. All he needed to confirm his suspicions was for the man to turn so he’d be able to identify him.

Soon, Sophia stopped, and Chase could swear his heart skipped a bit. They all stared with their breaths held in their throats as Sophia turned and finally bumped into the man.

The moment Chase saw another man appear from behind her and put a black bag over her head, he confirmed his suspicions.

Claudio Volkov took her away.

But still, neither Chase nor anyone in the room asked the guy to stop the footage despite all of them knowing the truth. They kept on watching, listening to the two men argue up to the point where the second one hit Sophia on the head with an iron rod.

Chase’s jaw ticked. His fists curled into a ball beside him, and his eyes turned red, fierce even, staring at Claudio’s lapdogs, taking a half conscious Sophia away. His Kitten.

That minute, he swore. He swore to do a few things to those two men before going after Claudio because the bastard had his own special treatment.

But first, he had to deal with those two who dared to touch something that belonged to him. He was going to do the same thing they did to Sophia and more.

He would first suffocate the second man for an hour with a black bag and not let him die through the torture. And then, he would chop off both their fingers, along with their tongues, beat up the second man with a similar iron rod on the head countless times and break the shoulders of the first man who had carried Sophia on his shoulder. After that, he would send their fucking heads to Claudio as a gift. A gift for being the first person to ever challenge him.

That was when the battle line would be drawn between the two empires.

“Mettimi in contatto con Volkov,”

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