From Heart With Hate

Count It, Caterina

I woke up with heavy pain in my spine and saw  Niccolò sitting in front of me with wide open legs while smoking a cigarette.
I panicked when I realised my hands were cuffed against the handles of a chair in the same basement from that night.

The look on his face could make even the brightest soul fear him. My breathing hitched as I saw him standing up.

"Fracture in the leg, huh ?" He gripped my chin harshly while his left leg rested on the chair's handle.

"Please don't hurt me," I whispered with teary eyes.

"No, Caterina, I must teach you what an actual fracture is. I think you got --confused earlier?"
He chuckled darkly as he softly slapped my face to the other side.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw him carrying a baseball bat on his shoulders. My eyes widened in shock.

"No, No, No, Please, You — "  He placed the bat near my neck, making me face him.

"Shh, it was my fault I have been too kind to a person like you; you don't deserve my kindness. Do you?"

I couldn't dare to look into his eyes. I was trembling badly, not ready to feel the pain I was about to experience.

The next moment, I felt a strong force on my leg; he began hitting my leg repeatedly. I cried for help, but no one dared to stop him; I desperately tried to free my hands.

"Count it, Caterina ", He whispered.

I shook my head continuously, begging him to stop, but the more I did, the more painful the hit became.

"SAY THE BLOODY NUMBER !!"

"One.."

"For trying to leave the country."

"Two..ah."

"For throwing a fit and cursing at me."

"Three ... please.."

"For stealing in my house."

"Please don't ah— four."

"For lying to us."

"Don't do it, please !!"

I kept on begging him to stop, but he didn't. He wasn't in any mood to stop.

Six

seven

eight

nine

Finally, he threw the bat at the corner of the room, panting. My head was hanging low, and my vision was blurry. I couldn't feel my legs at all.

Niccolò

I held her hair lightly and wiped her tears with the tip of my thumb. She was whimpering under my touch, giving me a certain satisfaction.

"Why do you keep pissing me off, Princess ?"

She could barely keep her eyes open. She parted her lips slowly, muttering something. I brought my ear closer to her mouth.

" It hurts ..."

"Aw, I know, Princess, it was meant to hurt."
I patted her head lightly before she passed out on the chair.

Probably this is the only way to make her fear me. She is a little different. Exceptionally solid and stubborn for a 21-year-old girl. But I know exactly how to deal with them.

I removed remaining of the ropes and carried her to my room after applying a pain reliever to both her legs.

She moaned in pain as I laid her on the bed. It was making me wonder if it was too much for her.

"I am sorry, Princess, but you shouldn't have done that."
I mumbled while rubbing her lower lip with my thumb.

I laid on the bed, too, her face inches away from mine.

She is so beautiful and innocent to be born with this cursed life.

I brought her head against my chest and laid her on my left arm while stroking her cheeks softly.

I could hear her soft snores, making me smile. It's been a while since I have been this happy.

This woman makes me happy. Seeing her this close to me makes me want to keep her for myself forever.

'The girl must die, son'

'Promise me '

Caterina

I woke up with throbbing pain all over my body. Soon I realised that I wasn't in my room.

I looked around to see a glass table with the same ashtray. It was Niccolò's room. How dare he bring me into his room after beating the shit out of me?

I sat up to drink the water kept near the bed stand. I noticed bandages wrapped around my legs, making me roll my eyes.

What's the point of hitting someone and applying for medicine to it? Is it going to undo the pain and the humiliation?

I was thinking when I saw the door open, revealing Tristano. An angry Tristano; after all, I did fool him twice.

He looked at me from the door. Suddenly his expression changed when he saw my bruised legs.

"You lied to me, Caterina."
He sighed as he sat beside the bed. Did he look heartbroken?

I didn't say anything.

"I told you he won't take it easy on you; It hurts me to see you like this."

"You think I like to get beaten and burnt? No sir, I have no options; I don't want to die by the filthy hands of a monster."

"He is the mafia boss for a reason, Caterina; he will always have a track of you."

"But how does he do that?"
I asked with confident hope.

He sighed.

"Tell me, Tristano, please," I begged.

He raised his finger slowly and pointed his finger toward my left shoulder.

A/N

I just want her to get out of here 😭😭😭 ( after I beat Niccolò's ass🥰)

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