WOLFGAGN P.O.V.
After being with Chiara, something changes in me. I don't know exactly what, but something changes in my mind. We didn't do any prior research on her because there's not much to know about a mafia princess, they're all the same, but I can't help but be curious about Chiara now that I'm close to her. And her muteness is now one of my greatest curiosities. However, I don't let her know how much I'm attracted to her, because mob princesses grew up believing they can handle men like me. Perhaps Chiara knows how to manipulate men. Maybe she makes everyone believe that she is harmless in order to later show her true intentions.
I move away from Chiara, and sit in front of Hans's seat. Hans is something of a friend, although — friend — is not an adjective we ever use with each other.
"I want you to find out everything there is about Chiara."
Hans scratches his chin.
"Why do you want to meet her now?"
"I'm not interested in meeting her" I growl, and lie outright. "She can't talk, and I want to know why she doesn't."
Hans raises his eyebrows understandingly.
“Now I understand why she didn't scream. Although I don't understand why she doesn't resist kidnapping."
I look at Chiara, she continues to look at the sky with a small smile, as if this were a vacation and not a kidnapping. At that moment something tells me in the back of my mind, that Chiara would not have resisted, even if she could have spoken. But why?
“There is something else. Gunther told me that everyone in the cemetery tried to protect Chiara. I understand that the men who work for Aldo would protect Chiara, but it doesn't make sense that the other clans would also protect Chiara. I think she's more valuable than I thought, which makes this an even better plan."
Hans nods in agreement.
"I'll tell Klaus to check on Chiara and Aldo when we land in Berlin."
“Tell them I won't stay in Berlin, we'll settle in Meersburg for a while. So tell the boys I'll be waiting for them in Meersburg as soon as they finish their part of the job in Italy.”
Hans raises an eyebrow with a mocking smile.
"Because right now? Are you afraid that Aldo will find you in Berlin?
“If Aldo gets to set foot in Berlin he will be dead in no time, and it makes my job easier, you know it well. But I want to see Aldo desperate to find his beloved niece,” I interlock my hands. "I will play with Aldo's mind and make him believe that at any moment I will kill his niece."
Hans nods without asking any further questions, then turns briefly to look at Chiara.
“There is something strange behind that girl. But you don't really plan to kill her, do you?"
The plane is getting ready to fly, so Hans and I fasten our seat belts while I watch Chiara do the same with hers.
“I just know that Aldo didn't think twice before killing my mother and grandmother. I am not going to be white with her, Chiara knows perfectly well the world in which she grew up and what awaits her."
“There is a problem regarding Meersburg.” Hans changes the subject. "How will you explain to Magda that you kidnapped Chiara?"
“I don't have to explain anything to Magda, and I won't let her see her either. Chiara is not here to be treated the same as she was in her Sicilian castle."
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As the jet lands at our private airport, Hans tells Chiara to get up and get ready to go down. I watch suspiciously how calmly she obeys her commands, even when we're sitting next to each other in the passenger seats of the car. Her docile movements and her lack of resistance only intensify my curiosity. What is this woman hiding behind her apparent calm? I can't help but wonder if her calmness is genuine or if there's something more behind her stolid facade. I think that Chiara was well trained to remain calm in this type of situation.
On the way to the country house, my mind wanders to my business in Meersburg. I haven't been to Meersburg for years because of my business with the mafia in Berlin. I needed to get away from the place where I grew up, where I made priceless memories with my grandmother and my mother that I knew well — they would not let me find the way to my revenge — because I never met two people as good as them, because I know that even in his deathbed, they forgave Aldo. But I didn't want to be like them. So I had made sure to leave trained people in Meersburg to handle the legal business.
The property that I own is surrounded by extensive acres of vineyards, a sample of my prosperous wine company. For decades, this company has been a family legacy, a tradition that was nearly wiped out by Aldo Bianchi and his shady interests. Now the vines are blooming again, but I can't help but think about the past and the obstacles I've overcome to keep everything going, thoughts that only motivate me to be better and more powerful.
I come back to the present and to be fully aware of Chiara's weak presence, her little neck is turned towards the window, this girl is stressing me out with her serene look as we move through the area, especially when we enter the streets surrounded by vegetation. The inexplicable serenity of this woman contrasts with my growing intrigue and with the certainty that there is much more than what she appears. I am determined to unravel the secrets that Chiara keeps inside her while I destroy her uncle.
As Hans approaches the territory of the country house, the atmosphere is permeated with a serene and silent atmosphere, interrupted only by the soft whisper of the wind that caresses the leaves of the vines that have already caught up with us on the road. The sun shines overhead, casting its warm glow on the idyllic landscape around us. It is a sunny day, but the heat is not oppressive, but rather comforting.
I focus on the meticulous and imposing structure that stands before us. The mansion we call the 'country house' rises majestically before my eyes, its greyish stone façade reflecting the sunlight in a muted way. The windows, neatly lined up, peek discreetly from the solid walls, like empty eyes that watch without expression. The design of the house is classic and sober, with straight lines and impeccable symmetry. There are no frills or extravagant details, everything is austere and functional. The simplicity of the structure reflects my own focus on efficiency and practicality.
Then, when we are closer, I can distinguish the impeccable state of conservation of the house. The surrounding gardens are meticulously manicured, with trimmed shrubs and perfectly aligned flower beds, which reminds me of Magda's husband, Bruno, who looks after the gardens and also runs the business when I'm not around. He hasn't done it, but they do a great job with everything.
Finally, upon arrival, Chiara waits patiently for the door to be opened on her side, like a princess, and not like a woman who came to suffer. I look at her pretty body and her curves when she gets out of the car, I would be lying if she didn't admit that she is beautiful and that imagining her in my hands doesn't turn me on.
Chiara walks beside us toward the entrance, her eyes shining with a glint of wonder and admiration. I watch her reactions as she walks around the place, noticing how her gaze falls on every detail. It's funny, despite her apparent lack of enthusiasm and her haggard face, there's something about that twinkle in her eyes that she hadn't noticed before. I stop looking at her, I'm angry because I'm aware of every detail of her, as if she were a magnet, a magnet that has special power over me.
I turn my attention to Hans and speak to him in German.
“You can announce our arrival to Magda, but make sure that she does not know of Chiara's presence, and that she does not cross the north wing of the house. That area is strictly prohibited, only you can pass."
Hans nods, and leaves to perform the assigned task. Then I grab Chiara by the forearm and we change directions. Leading Chiara, we came to a small room, austere and devoid of any luxury. The gray and worn walls contrast with the simple bed in the center of the room. Without frills or comforts, the environment reflects my goal to deprive Chiara of any enjoyment or comfort.
I stop in front of her, keeping my gaze cold and showing no compassion.
“This is where your torture begins,” I tell him calmly. “Don't flatter yourself that you'll feel the wind on your skin or the sun on your face again. You will spend 24 hours a day locked in this small room.”
However, something puzzles me. Chiara details the room with her gaze for a few seconds, and to my surprise, she smiles again. Chiara is not desperate or scared by my warning, which arouses my indignation. How can she stay calm in this situation? It's unheard of. How much does that smile so stripped of fear and carelessness cause you?
I decide to leave her in the room and close the door behind me. As I walk away, a question takes over my mind: 'Is Chiara crazy?' My curiosity about her grows even more, and I feel the desperate need to discover what is hidden behind her apparent tranquility.
At that moment, Chiara's uncertainty and mystery captivate me in a way I didn't expect. I never had an addiction to anything, but suddenly I find myself not only wanting to unravel the mysteries of her body in my bed, but my mind is filled with questions, and the need to unravel the secrets that this little girl keeps in her head, I They are filling with an unprecedented addiction.
CHIARA P.O.V.It's been five days since I came to this place, I think. I have no knowledge of the country I am in or its exact location. All I know is that I will never be allowed out, just as Wolfgang warned me.I've gotten used to confinement. In fact, there is hardly any difference between this room and the one I had in Sicily. The room I used in my uncle's house was bigger, but that didn't make me any less miserable. I have been wearing the same clothes for 2 days, and they have not allowed me to bathe. I wonder if I should feel panic and despair in this situation, but it's like those feelings have been sucked out of me along with the hope of living.I get out of bed and look out the tiny window in the room. Then I remember that for me there is a difference between this room and the room I lived in in my uncle Aldo's mansion. Outside this small room, there is something beautiful that makes me want to go out. The vineyard that stretches before my eyes is impressive. For the first t
WOLFGANG P.O.V.After the doctor arrives and everyone's crisis subsides, I realize that I haven't really been breathing much since the doctor and his medical team decided to use my room as an operating room to treat Chiara's wounds. . I try to maintain my composure, to maintain the indifference that has always helped me maintain my crown as king of the German mafia, but when I think that Chiara is even more innocent than she was when I kidnapped her, and that now she could die, the mask of indifference that I always have with me, begins to tremble.I am standing in the corridor with Magda and Hans. Magda stands by the door with her arms folded. Worry shows on Magda's face, but I can also see her disappointment in her eyes. She closes her eyes and breathes for a moment, then she looks at me, and I know what she's going to say will make me more miserable."How were you able to kidnap an innocent girl and put her in such a horrible room?" she tells me, her voice heavy with disapproval. S
CHIARA P.O.V.I blink with pain in my head and my throat feels dry. Confused, I wonder if I'm dead. However, the faint peculiar smell that enters my nostrils warns me that this is not the case. That intoxicating and dangerous scent belongs to Wolfgang, and if he were in hell, he would be there. I wake up in a completely different room than the one I've been confined to for the last five days that I can remember. The little I can see of this dark room is that there is not much in it, there is little, but it clearly belongs to a man. I look at the needle that connects the IV to my vein, I also look at the heart monitor next to me.For the first time in a long time, I am afraid to assume that I am in a worse place than the dirty little room they locked me in, or worse, a place even worse than my uncle's house. At that moment, Wolfgang walks into the room, as if he had read my thoughts from wherever he was.The threatening silhouette of his large body covers me from the corridor light for
I'm in my office, sitting in my chair with the phone to my ear — it's almost 11pm — but I accepted a call from a man looking for an investor for his company. I need to distract myself so I don't think about Chiara, about her small body enjoying the silky sheets of my bed, without me. So I listen carefully to the arguments and numbers that the man gives me, and I assess whether this investment is worth it or not. My wine company is completely legal, it was founded by my parents, so it is a family symbol that I have never tarnished. In addition, it is the employment and livelihood of many families. After a few more minutes of meaningless conversation — because at that point I decide not to invest in that man's olive company — I hang up the phone and sigh, letting thoughts of Chiara flow freely in my mind. I think of the threatening words I said to Chiara from the moment I kidnapped her, she never avoided looking me in the eye, she faced her fate calmly, she was giving up. Before I know
CHIARA P.O.V.Several days have passed since I woke up in this room, and the routine has become predictable. Especially when it comes to Wolfgang. While acting like I'm asleep, I watch my kidnapper's movements every day and have recorded them in my memory, after all, I had nothing better to do. He comes into the room to change clothes or take a shower at night, but then he disappears and I don't see him again until the next night.I wonder if Wolfgang resents not sleeping in his room, or why he hasn't tried to torment me with his threats to torture me. And most of all, I wonder how long I'll spend in this room before he sends me back to the other room, where he told me my hell would begin.Meanwhile, I've been feeling confused. Although I still don't feel safe around Wolfgang or in his house, I have noticed that I don't feel as depressed as when I arrived. Maybe I feel that way because Magda has been taking care of me. A nurse helps me bathe and change my clothes, and a psychologist h
When I see his evil eyes, I wake up. I cannot afford to suffer from Stockholm at this point in my life.Magda leads me to one of the chairs next to Wolfgang. He leaves his Tablet face down on the table, but doesn't take off his glasses. So he looks older than he probably is, but Wolfgang doesn't look any less attractive for that."We'll be serving food soon," Magda announces before returning to the kitchen.I frown, only now realizing that this was perhaps planned by her. The woman has a malignant cell then."How are you today?" I jump when I hear the question come from Wolfgang's lips.I am more surprised because there is no threat in his voice. I look at him for a moment, but I don't know how I could answer him even if I wanted to. Wolfgang surprises me once more and raises his hands to move them nimbly until he creates words.“You can talk to me in sign language.”I look into his eyes, and hesitate to answer his question, but finally decide to answer him."I'm fine."He nods, and s
After lunch, I follow Wolfgang and Magda to the front of the house, feeling a mixture of curiosity, fear, and resignation. My mind is torn between running back to the room and hiding in the comforting darkness that has protected me so far, or going ahead and accepting this opportunity to get out of the four walls where I sleep, even for a short time.The darkness, paradoxically, has become a refuge for me. In his embrace, there are no hurtful words like the ones I used to hear from my uncle, no threats like the ones Wolfgang utters. It is a place where I can feel safe. But now I'm curious what I'll see in Wolfgang's vineyard. Did he also kidnap his vineyard workers? I ignore my guess when I remember the happy women in the kitchen. I decide to focus on Wolfgang's promise not to hurt me.I watch Wolfgang's broad back as he walks in the sun, the rays illuminating his glossy black hair. He is wearing a black dress shirt that he rolled up to his elbows, and matching dress pants. The spitti
WOLFGANG P.O.V.I watch as Herman, the production manager, chokes on his cigar smoke upon noticing my presence, and as he tries to get up from his chair, he causes a little mayhem by knocking pencils and other objects off the desk.I have had a previous conversation with Derek, the man who gave me the keys to the jeep, and he has finally gotten me the necessary evidence to reveal the theft that Herman has made of me, it is not that I need evidence to kill someone, but it is supposed that this side of my life shouldn't get involved with the dirty mafia. For the past two months, Herman has been taking about five cases of white wine every Friday night. Of course he wasn't doing that job alone, but it's a matter of time before he tells me the names I need.“Mr. Krüger, what are you doing here? Herman stammers the question from him.It doesn't surprise me, as Bruno is the one who handles matters related to the wine company. The idiot thought he could take advantage of Bruno's absence. He w