Chapter 7 Nerve-wracking

"So, Leila..." Dante began, my name rolling of his tongue so well, his Italian accent making it sound so much better "I'm sure you've been bought before no?" he asked.

"I-I have, a lot." I spoke clearing my throat to try and cover the stutter I always seemed to have when I spoke to him.

"Well, I'm sure you've had rules before but I don't think the rules will be the same for me." Dante explained.

I stared at him in anticipation, trying to keep eye contact with him but somehow breaking it every five seconds - he made me too nervous.

"First off, I don't just want respect, I demand respect - it is obligatory." he began moving in his seat and turned to face me better causing me to move back a little in my seat.

At my movement he smirked and looked as if he were going to say something about it but clearly held back when he continued "You will do as I say, no matter what it is or where I am."

"You will also not leave the house without my permission unless you must get groceries. If you need anything personal you will go with somebody I trust to take you."

I listened carefully and nodded my head as he spoke, these rules weren't so bad they were a little extreme but nothing I hadn't dealt with.

"You won't be allowed your phone without asking me - you don't need to contact anybody except from me." he said sternly staring right into my eyes

I gulped, and furrowed my eyebrows. Now that was a little too much, I mean I didn't really have anybody to contact anyway but if I did that wasn't fair.

He tilted his head to the side ever so slightly and brought his brows together forming a crease between them "Is there a problem, Miss Aliyev?" Dante questioned.

I opened my mouth to protest to him and tell him the truth but decided against it, I didn't know this man and I most certainly didn't know what he was capable of considering Leonardo's warning.

"No." I quietly spoke in response.

Dante nodded his head in approval "Good...now, for your final rule you must never go into my room without permission. The same goes for anybody else." he stated.

"Yes sir." I said nodding my head, placing my hands in my lap.

"Now I might have forgotten some, you know, other rules but for now my mind is blank. I'm sure I've cleared it all up, but if not I will let you know." Dante explained looking at me intensely and I immediately looked down, then quickly back at him again to save being told off.

"Yes sir." I repeated again. He seemed to have a look of annoyance on his face for a moment as I spoke, but it almost immediately disappeared to be replaced with a much more serious look.

"As you may have guessed, disobeying the rules come with consequences. These consequences being punishments for you disregarding what I've just told you." he told me warningly.

I suddenly felt brave "Uh...what will these punishments be?" I asked nervously.

He chuckled very lowly for a moment, and if it hadn't have sounded so sinister it would have been a lovely sound. After a few seconds he spoke "Gattina, you do not need to know what your punishments might be. Just don't break the rules and there won't be any punishments necessary." Dante spoke sounding slightly amused.

I felt a shiver down my spine. That didn't sound very good, I thought.

"Okay." I said obediently.

"Good girl." he nodded at me, seemingly impressed, before staring at me for a moment longer and then leaning back into his seat.

After that short conversation, I knew I was in for a treat.

And by treat I mean, a shít show of a time.

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"Thank you Mr..." I spoke to the chauffeur as he handed me my bag, waiting for his response as to what his surname was.

"Mr Firage." the man spoke nodding his head at me with a small smile hidden behind his short white, gray beard.

"Mr Firage." I quietly spoke to myself keeping his name in mind, before looking up and smiling back at him appreciatively.

"Let us go." Dante said snappily to me as he made his way out of the vehicle before turning to face his house...well mansion.

The place was huge, no enormous. To get into the actual property, we had to drive through this, almost forest like area, and then Dante had to use a security code to open the huge black gates leading into the vicinity.

The mansion itself was like something you'd see in the movies. It was painted all white, with huge wooden varnished doors, with some sort of small gargoyle door knob. As well as this, there were pillars on either side of the house where the staircase was to get to the actual doors.

Surprisingly there was a fountain centred right opposite where the stairs were in the centre of the property. Surrounding this fountain were white roses in the layer of bricks that were built up filled with soil.

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Around this area of concrete and bricks, that were layered out in a perfect pattern, was a grassy area and the grass was as green as anything and trimmed to perfection.

We were just on the outskirts of this area, where more concrete tiles were and where about seven or eight other cars were parked as well. All in all, this place looked incredible.

I shook my head getting out of my daze of staring at the mansion and hastily, waved my hand at Mr Firage before hurriedly following Dante towards the stairs.

My heels clicked against the concrete and I made my way down the pathway that split between the grass.

Dante was on the first step as I just got over to the fountain, and when I got a closer look I could have sworn there were gold specks floating in the crystal clear water.

Pfft, show off, I thought with a small roll of my eyes as I continued to follow closely behind.

Dante stood by the door waiting for me with an amused look on his face like he always seemed to have when he watched me, and being honest I wasn't even doing anything funny nor was I trying to.

"Took you long enough." he grumbled, the amused look wiped off his face in an instant.

"Sorry." I apologized, looking up at him as I stepped on the same area that he was on.

He looked at me up and down for a moment, before swiftly turning around and opening the door.

Rude, jerk, ass hole - were a few of the many things I was thinking about this man so far.

As soon as he opened the door I was faced with an amazing inward look of the mansion.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad...

and maybe that was the superficial side of me talking - which there was very little of so I didn't believe a word I'd said.

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