Chapter 5 HIS TO DESTROY

Massimo's POV

"There is nothing worthy for my eyes to drink," Amelia said.

The girl is as mysterious as she is tempting but she has a sharp tongue...one I hope to tame.

"I can smell your fear, Piccino," I said.

I could see it in her body movements, especially when I asked the guards to leave the study.

"I can smell how evil you are," Amelia retorted.

She really has a knack for ruining my mood and causing my emotions to turn into something else.

I put my hands into my pockets and took a step towards her.

"Where are you going?" She asked but I said nothing and just continued walking towards her.

When she saw I was not going to stop in my tracks, she began to shakily move back.

"What are you trying to do?" Amelia asked, her fear visible in her voice.

I said nothing till her back hit the corner of my shelf and a book fell down.

I picked it up and placed it back in place, right above her head.

"You seem to have a great deal of hatred towards me. Why is that Piccino?" I asked as I leaned down a little towards her face, my eyes admiring those bow shaped lips I had tasted two years ago.

Her eyes held unshed tears but I could see the determination of whatever she was about to say in it.

"You take me away from my family like I'm a freaking piece of property, you threaten those I love, to stay away from me and you expect me to be totally subservient before you?" Amelia asked, her eyes flashing with rage.

I never had pity for those I place my demands on. Nothing happens.

The numbness within me always overcomes whatever emotion that should be but the eyes of Amelia almost had me cracking for a second.

"Don't elevate yourself Amelia. You are the least property I have ever acquired.

Of all my physical assets... you are the least expensive.

Stop trying to be a baby...those boys were only after your body Piccino" I said but the next second, my face was whipped to the side.

She slapped me!

"You are no different from Jacob...and I f**ing hate you" Amelia said and the hatred in her could no longer be hidden.

Oh...she still has to learn some things.

I turned her quicker than she could catch herself and she was facing the books while I held both her hands behind her before I pressed myself to her.

"Don't you dare compare me to that bastard ever again.

Since you feel like I'm after your freaking skin that is less in comparison to those I have at my call, I guess you should know your job description.

I didn't purchase you to have a freaking life to yourself.

You are to work your ass off...you are to be my personal maid.

You will take care and clean after my every mess.

You will be the freaking floor I walk on and seeing you in tremendous pain would calm the anger of Jacob's betrayal and theft.

You are mine now and whatever I want to do to you is my decision to make...you are mine to pity and mine to destroy.

Do you understand?" I said stiffly in her ear, my words echoing in the room.

She gradually nodded her head but that wasn't the response I needed.

"Words Amelia" I said before planting a kiss on her ear.

"Yes Sire" Amelia said, her voice croaking and almost choking.

"Good," I said.

I almost returned to my seat but then her shirt had shifted because of how I had turned her and her shoulder was out on display. Angry and fresh slash marks were drawn on it and my eyes caught the sight.

I held the shirt to pull it lower for a wider view. "Who the f**k did this to you?"

"No one," Amelia said.

"Don't test me Amelia. I need a name" I said, my voice rising a tad higher.

She blinked away the tears in her eyes before she answered.

"Jacob...Jacob Marciano" Amelia said.

Red. Rage. Anger. Danger.

I lifted Amelia from the floor before she could protest and my other hand pushed down the papers on my table.

I sat her on the almost empty table.

I reached for the shirt again but she stopped me.

"I told you not to try to stop me" I said through gritted teeth.

"I'm your maid and not your whore. You can have as many..." Amelia said, though she was looking downwards and no longer at my face, I could feel the fear in her body.

"Angelo would give you a list of the things you are to do. You may leave" I said and I took a step away from her.

Like she had been sitting on hot coals, she jumped down from the table.

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**In an abandoned warehouse**

"Why are you doing this Massimo? You have taken her but what more do you want?" Jacob growled and shouted as more strikes came on his bare back.

"I watched her everyday for the past seven years hoping no danger would come to her from the outside world. Unknown to me, that the world that sheltered her was the danger.

You dare to lay your hands on her!" I barked and he quivered.

"The only reason a bullet is not sitting pretty in your head is because your equally wicked wife is pregnant. But I need you to be scared Marciano because I will come for you when you least expect it. But for now...enjoy your life" I said.

I planned on walking right out but then I saw Thomas leaning on one of the cars through the window.

He was about to light a cigarette and an idea came to my mind.

I brought out the lighter from my pocket and walked towards Jacob.

"It will be wrong to leave you without a preview" I said to Marciano and he lifted his bloody face.

I placed the fire close to his broken fingers and his screams filled the warehouse.

The smell of burning flesh wafted in the air and my anger was satiated... a bit.