Elleonora's PoV:
No, no, sulla tua bocca lo dirò
Quando la luce splenderà
Ed il mio bacio scioglierà il silenzio
Che ti fa mia
I heard a song far at the end, my ears were still adjusting and my eyes couldn't open. I felt numb and weak but that song kept prnatratinv into my brain waking it up.
Dilegua, oh notte
Tramontate, stelle
The loud voice of Pavarotti, kept tingling my ears and my eyes tried to open so I could locate myself. My legs weren't working and my head felt so heavy that I couldn't rest so I tried to held it with my hands but they were stuck.
Stuck to each other behind my back by a strong rope that itched my wrists.
Where was I? What was going on?.. The last thing I remember was that Italian man forcing that cloth to my mouth and nose and then I blacked out.
Where am I?
Tramontate, stelle
All'alba vincerò
Vincerò
"spegnilo, lei è sveglia " Turn it off, she is awake a manly voice said, but this voice wasn't weird to me... or maybe it was just my confused head talking. As opened my eyes softly I saw a dim light between my lashes, with difficulty I opened them revealing 5 men, 4 of them really tall in black and grey tuxedos while in front of me was a small man seated in a leather chair with a big cigar between his lips, he had awfully gigantic mustache on his tuxedo was white matching his big white hat —
Hat...
His hat... I know this man. He was the one at the Brocotta's party. He was —
"Massimo Mancini. Piacere" Pleasure the man smiled at me crossing one leg over the other "Magari dovrei parlare in inglese" Maybe I should speak in English he said while holding out the smoke
"Why am I here?" I asked while straightening myself in the chair correcting my posture
He throw off a chuckle and finished with a smirk "Why?" he laughed again while looking at his bodyguards, I presumed, they laughed with him "Why you are here? Because of your husband! That's why!"
I frowned at his explanation wondering what could have Blaze did for this man to be doing this... plus why am I sitting here and not Blaze?!
"I think you are mistaken, he is my ex-husband"
"Oh right! Divorced !" he joked while looking at me up and down, I felt exposed and extremely uncomfortable maybe due to my tight skirt I also felt sick as the memories of that night in Piedmont fogged my memory. It was him. It was this man that touched me in a reluctant and disgusting way.
It was him who pushed me to the dance floor and grasped me tightly not letting me go. My expression changed as I looked at him with disdain.
"Ah I see you recognize me" He laughed "Remember our dance, sí?"
"I would rather not, it makes me want to throw up"
"Was it that bad?" he asked enjoying this
"Looking at you now up close, I guess it was worse than I thought" I spat, his eyebrow raised intrigued by my sudden straightforwardness
"You sure can talk"
"You haven't seen half of it" I said watching his head tilt and his finger touching the tip of his mouth
"I am excited to see it then"
"Sadly I won't give you that satisfaction"
"I can see why he married you... behinds being beautiful and skinny you have fuoco..." fire
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