Renzo


    I’ve seen every fucking bare inch of Skr’s delectable body.


    I lied because I didn’t want her to have that kind of knowledge. If she finds out I’ve seen her naked, she might get it in her head to seduce me in an attempt to gain her freedom. It’s thest thing I need. She’s my prisoner, and that’s the extent of our rtionship.


    After I’ve showered, I change into ck suit pants, a crisp white dress shirt, and a vest. I don’t bother with a jacket as I don’t n to leave the apartment.


    Tucking my Glock behind my back into the waistband of my pants, I let out a sigh as I leave my bedroom.


    When Carlo dropped off Skr’s shit, I told him to go shopping so the woman will have ingredients to cook with. I’ve watched her long enough to know exactly what she needs to prepare a five-star meal.


    Dario will finally get his wish for me to eat healthier. That should put a smile on his face.


    Passing the guestroom where Skr is, I notice the door’s shut, and I don’t hear anything.


    I take the stairs down, and when I reach the living room, my eyes scan over every live feed from the Davies mansion. I grab the remote and turn up the sound.


    “…can’t go to the police,” Han snaps at his housekeeper, who has tears running down her face. “We can’t do anything that will risk Skr’s life.”


    “How did this happen?” Louisa asks. “Just as things were finally returning to normal and Skr wasn’t sick anymore. This isn’t right, Mr. Davies.”


    “You think I don’t know that?”


    The man’s losing his cool. Good.


    “Skr is my entire life! She’s my daughter,” he continues to shout, the unrelenting worry on his face giving me great satisfaction.


    “We have to do something,” Louisa exims.


    Watching the Davies household spiral is exactly what I wanted.


    Now they’ll feel the pain I have to live with.


    As the memory of Giulio calling me an old man flits through my mind, my eyes snap shut from the intensity of the grief hitting me.


    It feels like, with every passing day, it’s getting worse. It still feels like he’ll walk into the room at any moment. I expect to hear hisughter.


    Then the emptiness sets in, and once again, my heart’s shredded to pieces.


    I feel Skr before I hear her soft footsteps as shees down the stairs.


    My eyes open and flick to her, seeing that she’s cleaned herself up. She’s wearing another dress, this one cream with a big ck flower over half the skirt.


    Her features are tense with a cautious expression, and her eyes still tremble with horror and fear.


    Even though my little mouse is shit scared, she lifts her chin and looks at me.


    “You said I have to keep the ce clean, but there are certain things I won’t be able to do for the next four weeks.”


    Right. She’s still recovering.


    When I just stare at her, her tongue darts out to wet her lips. She nces at the kitchen before meeting my eyes again.


    “Cooking isn’t a problem. I can sit while doing most of the prep work.”


    Again, I don’t answer her, but my gaze leaves hers to travel up and down her body.


    Skr starts to fidget with the skirt of her dress and eventually wraps her arms around herself in an attempt to keep still.


    My eyes flick back to the TV screen, and I see the housekeeper sobbing her little heart out in the kitchen. There’s no sign of Han.


    My gaze moves from one live stream to the next until it stops on Skr’s empty bedroom.


    I finally have the little mouse. I no longer have to watch her from a distance.


    I turn my attention back to Skr, whose breathing has sped up. Sweat beads on her forehead, and she’s back to looking pale as fuck.


    “Sit,” I bark.Còntens bel0ngs to N?(v)elDr/a/ma.Org


    She darts forward and, a secondter, takes a seat on the couch farthest from me.


    “A nurse will continue with your follow-up checkups.” My eyes lock with Skr’s again. “Until Bianca’s cleared you, you’ll only cook.”


    I’m surprised when my little mouse is brave enough to ask, “What am I supposed to do with the rest of my time?”


    The corner of my mouth lifts, and I almost let out a bark ofughter. “You’re not here to be entertained, topolina.”


    She tilts her head slightly, then asks, “What does the Italian word mean?”


    A smirk forms on my face before I murmur, “Little mouse.”


    Climbing to my feet, I walk closer until I’m towering over her and she has to look up at me. I bring my hand to her face and watch as she flinches when I brush a finger along the curve of her jaw.


    “Have you ever seen a cat y with a mouse?” The question is a low rumble from my chest.


    Skr shakes her head, her eyes sparkling with terror.


    I have to be careful because I’m actually starting to like it.


    “They don’t kill the mouse instantly. They’ll torture it for hours…” my finger moves down Skr’s neck to her racing pulse. “Taking a bite here…” I mp my hand around her throat and only use enough force to make her gasp. “Taking a bite there…”


    When I pull her to her feet by her neck, Skr grabs hold of my wrist with both her hands, her lips parting as her breaths burst over them.


    I lean in close until her terrified breaths hit my lips, then I whisper, “When the mouse finally begs for death, the cat rips its head off.”


    The elevator doors open, and I let go of Skr. Turning around, I see Carloing in with the shopping. Bianca follows him into the penthouse, carrying a medical bag.


    “I think I got everything you asked for, boss,” Carlo says before taking the shopping to the kitchen.


    “Just leave it on the ind,” I order. My eyes flick to Bianca, and I say, “You can check her here in the living room.”


    Bianca’s face remains neutral when she approaches Skr, who’s still trembling in fear.


    “Are you taking your medication?” Bianca asks.


    “No.” Skr’s eyes flit to me. “It’s in the kitchen at my house.”


    “Carlo,” I bark.


    Hees rushing back into the living room. “Yes, boss?” “Go to the Davies mansion and bring Skr’s medication.” “Yes, boss.”


    “I’m going to draw some blood,” Bianca informs Skr. I watch as the blood is drawn and her vitals are checked.


    Bianco nces at me, then murmurs, “I have to check the surgery cut.” “Then check it,” I mutter.


    Bianca’s eyes dart to Skr’s before she says, “Please lift your dress.”


    I give them zero privacy and almost smile when I see Skr’s wearing ck panties again.


    Bianca inspects the scar, then says, “It’s healing nicely. You can cover yourself.”


    Bianca packs everything back into her bag, then nces at me again. “In two months, she’ll have toe to the clinic so they can do a kidney biopsy. I can’t perform the procedure here.”


    “We’ll deal with it when the timees,” I reply.


    “Her vitals are normal… under the circumstances,” the nurse informs me. When I lift my eyebrow, she exins, “Her heart rate is fast, and her blood pressure is low. She needs to eat and get rest.”


    I can see Bianca wants to say more, so I mutter, “What else?”


    “Her mental health is just as important as her physical health, Mr. Torrisi. This is a critical period after the surgery, and with too much distress, her body can reject the kidney.”


    So basically, I can’t torture Skr in any way for the next three to six months? Fuck that shit.


    I stare at the nurse until she starts to squirm, then she whispers, “It’s just a clinical opinion, sir.”


    “How long before she can do basic things like household chores?” I ask. “Oh, she can start with light duties, and after four weeks, she can


    resume most activities.”


    Nodding at the elevator, I say, “Thanks, Bianca. Let me know the results of the blood tests.”


    “I will.” She nces at Skr, who’s still sitting on the couch with her head slightly bowed.


    I watch as Bianca leaves the penthouse, then my eyes flick to Skr, and I order, “Make something to eat.”


    She meets my gaze for a moment before she gets up and walks to the kitchen. I hear as she opens and closes cupboards, probably familiarizing herself with where everything is.


    Turning my head, I see her pull a couple of knives from a block, and she stares at the one that could easily slice through my neck like butter.


    Letting out a chuckle, I walk closer.


    Skr startles at the sound, her eyes flying to me.


    My voice is low, but a hint of amusement trickles through the words as I ask, “Thinking of killing me, topolina?”


    “Would it make any difference to my situation?” she asks bravely. “Your men would still kill us. Right?”


    The corner of my mouth lifts in a smirk as I stop within striking distance of her. “Oh, little mouse…”


    Before she can take her next breath, I grab her wrist and twist her around so her back ms into my chest. The sharp de of the knife presses against her fluttering pulse.


    Leaning my head down, I whisper, “You couldn’t kill me even if you tried.”