Chapter Two (Edited)

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**(7 Years Ago Part Two)**

It has been two weeks since Juliet moved in and things are going better than I expected.

The morning after I saved her, I walked into the kitchen to find my father, his underboss, and some others eating breakfast. They stopped talking when they saw me and avoided making eye contact.

My father said he got a call from Cristiano's head bodyguard around ten in the morning saying that Cristiano was dead along with twenty or more of his men. My father pretended to know nothing and acted surprised. He asked if I really killed all those men and when I said yes, I saw something in his eyes that I thought I'd never see. I saw fear. He feared me. They all did. They were afraid of a sixteen-year-old boy.

My father somehow managed to take over all of Cristiano's assets, businesses, and men. I didn't ask how and I didn't really care.

After breakfast that day, I took Juliet shopping at the mall. She didn't want to spend my money but I told her not to argue and that it was fine. By the time we left the mall we had spent around $20,000 on clothes, makeup, shoes, a phone, a kindle, laptop, and other accessories.

Nina set up the room across from mine and we bought her things to decorate it with but she ended up not staying there that much.

Around two of night three of her being there, I heard my bedroom door open and then felt her slip into my bed. She told me that she had had a nightmare and didn't want to sleep alone. She has slept in my room with me every night since then.

I also noticed that she only ever spoke to me when we were alone and that when large groups of people were around she went into panic attacks. I had Doctor McCall come over and speak to her and he diagnosed her with Selective Mutism and anxiety. He said that the mutism is caused by trauma and it means she is comfortable talking to only a few people. Doc said some people get over the mutism in a month or two but some take years or never get rid of it. He said her anxiety was manageable with meds but she didn't want any.

After he told me that, I asked her how long she had been with Cristiano and what had happened to her within that time.

She told me that she had been with him for one year and that him and his men would hit her and the others. He would starve them for being bad. When they spoke out of line or back-talked then he would choke them or beat them.
He only let them bathe when they behaved.

I asked if he had ever raped her and thankfully she said no.

She said that he would never rape or touch the ones under 18 but he would stare at them naked to get himself off and he would make them watch as he and his men raped the older ones.

I wished he had been alive so I could kill him all over again.

By the end of week one, most of her clothes and stuff had begun to slowly start piling up in my room but I didn't mind. I cleared out some space in my closet and one of my drawers for her. Everyone around the house quickly learned about who she was and what I did so she was not touched and she was treated with respect, even from my father

The word about what I did eventually got out and spread through our world and I got the nickname Il Diavolo, The Devil. They said that the only way someone my age, weight, and height could take out the number of men that I did in just fifteen minutes, was if I was the Devil because only he could do something like that.

I didn't mind the nickname or how people began to get the story mixed up because it caused more people to fear me and to listen to whatever I said.

I know Juliet heard the stories and heard what people said about me but she remained the same. She was the main reason that I got the nickname and I'd do anything for her. She wasn't afraid of me and she had no reason to be. Even after she heard the stories, she continued to sleep in my room at night in the same bed as me.

We never did anything. I didn't want to push her and I didn't know what she would be comfortable with. She was, however, comfortable being naked in front of me and me being naked in front of her.

I walked into my room a few days after I saved her and found the bathroom door wide open while she was in the shower. I could clearly see her through the shower doors and she could see me but she did nothing. Later that same day, I was in the shower with the bathroom door shut when I heard it slowly open and then watched as she hopped up on the sink and sat there. She later told me that she didn't feel safe/comfortable being in the house without me close.

Like I said, I never tried anything with her, at least not until a few days ago.

It was late at night and we were laying in bed. I was leaned up against the headboard and she was snuggled up against my side reading a book. I liked watching her read. When she got to exciting parts she would chew on her bottom lip and when she got to a sad part she would stick her lip out in a pout.

I had never wanted to kiss someone as much as I did her at that moment. She looked at me as a savior, her hero, when I was anything but those things. I slowly reached over and caressed the side of her face. She closed her eyes and leaned into my embrace more. My thumb moved toward her pouty lips.Her breathing hitched when I pulled on her bottom lip. My hand suddenly moved to grip the back of her neck and bring her up towards me. I gently pecked her lips, beckoning them to open for me. She did, releasing a soft moan when she felt my tongue in her mouth.

It was f*cking heaven.

I didn't want to push her too far so after a minute or two I pulled away. Her cheeks turned bright pink and she wouldn't look me in the eyes.

"Dolcezza," I said forcing her to look up at me."Non lascerò mai che ti succeda qualcosa. Tu mi appartieni. Adesso e per sempre."

I knew she didn't understand a word of what I said  but I didn't care. No matter what the following years would bring, I would make sure that she was safe.

Even if it meant that I would have to lose my soul and my sanity.

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