(Gruesome content up ahead)

She wasn't in my bed. Why the fuck is Scarlett not in my bed? I place my hands on the cool sheets just to make sure I'm not dreaming. Yep, she's gone. It irks me that she left. I've haven't slept in the same bed as a woman since I was sixteen. Not only that I've never fucked a woman in my own bed. So why her? She isn't anyone special.

I rub my eyes and sit up. Looking over to the clock I see I've slept in. I haven't done that in a while. Actually this is the best sleep I've ever had. The emotions swirling inside of me are confusing. I haven't known this woman for very long and she's gotten inside my head.

I walk into my bathroom and turn on the shower. Getting in I allow the heated water to loosen my tense muscles. Today is going to be a long day. I also have to take Bianca and Scarlett to the training compound. Having Anton in my basement makes it more likely for the Russians to attack so I need them to be prepared and at least have them know how to defend themselves if someone can't get to them in time.

I have breakfast and discuss the issues with some of my clubs. It seems we've had some rambunctious small gangs trying to stir up trouble. Their attempts are laughable but I decide to up the security just in case.

Walking down the hallway on the third floor I knock on Biancas door, she opens it "is Scarlett in there?", she smirks mischievously.

"Why yes. What is it you need to talk to her about?"

"That is none of your concern, now get lost." She rolls her eyes.

"Fine! I'll go get our breakfast since it still hasn't been sent up." She calls walking off.

"I don't really care." I mutter and step into her bedroom.

Walking around the corner I spot Scarlett sitting on the bed staring at the tv watching some action movie, Spider-Man possibly?

She doesn't look behind her as she's way too focused on the movie "Bianca? Where the food" she turns around and her eyes widen slightly.

"Princess." I greet.

"Mr Romano, where's Bianca?" I hate that she's gone back to calling me Mr Romano. I don't know why but it pisses me off even more.

I walk over to the bed and take a seat beside her but keep enough space between us so she doesn't feel too nervous or pressured.

I use Bianca's excuse to leave. "She went to go see why the foods been taking so long." She very clearly didn't buy the story but that's not really my issue. Bianca can deal with the repercussions.

"Why are you here?" I'm surprised at her boldness but I, myself don't really want to admit the reason I'm here. I'm not some pussy whipped man.

"You weren't in my bed when I woke up." Maybe I should've lied. Too late now.

"I wasn't because I had work." Well that will no longer be an issue.

"You don't anymore."

"You mean, I don't right now as it won't fit in with my timetable for school."

"No, I mean ever. You're fired."

"WHAT?!" Ah, she's clearly not overjoyed by this.

"Mr Romano-"

"Dante." I correct.

"Dante, I need that job. It's my only source of income and even though you supposedly 'own' me, I have dreams and I need to pay for those dreams."

"That's easily fixed. I'll pay for what you want and need." I have money, she shouldn't even feel the need to bring that up as an issue.

She proceeds to yell about all the reasons as to why she needs this job. I don't care if she stands here yelling straight for the next three years. I will not be changing my mind. She needs someone to take care of her now, it's her turn for a break and that's what I'm going to give her.

"I still don't trust you. After everything I think that it's completely understandable." Smart woman.

" I wouldn't trust me either."

"And since I've suddenly got the balls to actually speak to you, I'm not 'owned' as you put it, by you. I'm a person and I want more freedom." My jaw slightly clenches. I like that people know that she's owned by me. It means they won't try anything stupid unless they have a death wish.

But I understand where she's coming from so I agree. If not o have to deal with the devilish duo, Bianca and nonna.

"Thank you." She smiles softly.

"Also you and Bianca are coming to the compound to do some training with the new recruits. You two need to know every way to protect yourselves."

"What time?"

"I'll come get you." I leave and close the door behind myself. Now to deal with Anton.

I walk down to the dark and musty basement with Xavier following. While Xavier loves the gore that comes with the job, Leonardo doesn't. He sticks to the business and financial side of things.

The prisoners cower in the corners of their cells scared to death. I love the power I feel when I come down here.

The last cell holds the man I despise most in this world. Xavier hands me the key which I gratefully take and unlock the door. Anton has been strapped down to a metal table. The perfect angle to really let my sadistic side take over.

"Look who's lost all their control now? How does it feel to be restrained and tortured just like you did to my sister?"

"You know Dante, she wasn't even that good of a fuck. Her tits were great but that pussy was awfully dry." He grimaced before throwing me a smirk.

Anger courses throughout my bloodstream. This son of a bitch is going to pay for what he did. Moving away from him to the table that holds any form of device that can be used on the human body.

I reach for a simple butcher knife. Xavier hands me the knife sharpener so I'll get a nice clean cut when I use it. I begin to sharpen the large object that sits heavy in my hand and walk back over to the table.

"I hope you realise- Anton- that you will not be making it out of here alive. So I suggest taking it all in while you still can." He rolls his eyes.

Yeah do that while you still can too.

I hand the knife sharpener back to Xavier. He takes it then moves back to his post by the door. Grabbing Anton's left hand I proceed to cut off his fingers one by one, watching as he try's not to convey any sort of emotion such as pain.

All five fingers from his left hand are scattered across the dirt floor. I proceed to do the same with his right and soon enough there are ten fingers discarded on the floor.

I toss the butcher knife on the floor and trade it for a small blade. I cut the buttons off of his shirt so his chest is ready to be carved. I have to lean over him to get a good placement.

I notice Xavier subtly inching his way forward to see what I'm doing. Yes, the original plan was to kill him after making him suffer but now I think I'll keep him around. Maybe turn him into my own personal torture dummy.

I look down at my handy work and smirk. "What does it say don?" I grab a dirty rag and wipe the blood away so Xavier can make out what it says.

"Come see for yourself." He comes to my side slightly leaning down to make out the words. A grin breaks out across his face.

"I fucked my dad? Real mature." I smirk back.

"I thought so."

"-You did not fucking carve that into me!" We both look down at Anton with complete disinterest. I pull the gag up from around his neck to his mouth.

"Call the doctor to bandage him up. I want him alive so I can continue having fun. Also, make sure to cut off his dick and feed it to him before the doctor arrives. After what he did to my sister he deserves to feel what she felt." Xavier smiled and picked up the butcher knife. I could hear Antons cries as I left the room and continued down the hall. Time to take the girls to training.

I'd just left taken them to the training room and left them with Fabio. Scarlett was nervous when we walked in and it caused me to feel an odd need to protect her.

She was also wearing a pair of leggings and sports bra. I had to fight with myself to keep my dick under control. Does she not realise the affect she has on me?

I sit down at my desk. I have an office at the compound to do work if I need to stick around. I look at the new emails but I can't focus. I'm horny, really ducking horny and I just had this girl last night.

There's a knock on my door. A familiar head pokes through. "There you are Dante." She steps into my office wearing a black sports bra that has a mesh backing and a tiny pair of shorts.

"You miss me?"

"Sasha." I greet. Sauntering over to me she stands behind my chair and begins to massage my shoulders. I lean back allowing her to remove the knots.

Sasha has been a casual hookup I've had for the past three years. There are no feelings involved, I call her if I'm horny or if I need a stress reliever. Maybe she can get Scarlett out of my head. Maybe if I fuck her the intruding thoughts of Scarlett's will vanish. It's worth a shot.

Sasha's hands have moved from my shoulders to my biceps. I know what she wants and I'm happy to oblige. "Get on my desk." I growl out. Removing her hands from me she moves around my chair and jumps up onto my desk. I watch as she lifts the bra up and over her head. Her tits bounce as they're let free from the confines of the bra. Normally this would be a major turn on but doing this I feel fucking sick. Like I'm cheating on her which is completely irrational as we're not even in a relationship, we just fucked one night.

Sasha moves her hands to my shirt as she begins to unbutton it. Subconsciously my hand places itself over hers gesturing for her to stop. She looks at me confused. But I don't have an answer as I'm confused too.

"I'm sorry but I need you to leave." She pouts and continues to unbutton my shirt.

"Aww come on baby, you know you want me." I yank her hand away.

"Look Sasha, I need you to leave." She begins to move her hand towards me again but pulls back.

"You're such a fucking dick Dante." She jumps off my desk and puts her bra back on. I cringe at the sound of my door slamming. I never let people talk to me that way but she isn't wrong.

Sighing I turn on my computer and look at the live security footage. Everything seems to be normal. Moving the computer mouse I press onto the training room, changing camera angles until I see her.

She's with Bianca who seems to be teaching her how to shoot a gun. I watch as Scarlett fails miserably. I'm tempted to go in there and teach her how to do it properly.

Fabio comes into frame. He wraps his arms around her. She doesn't seem to mind and that's what irks me. She seems to be enjoying it. This time when she shoots with Fabio it's a bullseye. He stands back and they're both smiling.

I can't believe I'm jealous. I shouldn't be fucking jealous. But I am. She's mine.

I continue watching her through the cameras. A while later her and Bianca end up in the ring. Looks like they're about to have a fight. That's something I want to see in person.

Leaving my office I head to the training centre and quietly open the doors as not to disturb them. I stay in the corners of the room and watch as Bianca throws her to the ground. Scarlett proceeds to right hook her and gets on top of her. There's some banter going on between the two as they spar.

Scarlett ends up on top of Bianca and jabs her. I'm surprised Bianca gave up so easily. Then I see that her nose is bleeding but Fabio's already dealing with it.

I make my way to the ring as everyone leaves. They all throw curious glances my way as I get into the ring where Scarlett is. I decide to challenge her to a fight.

I'm not surprised when she accepts. The girl puts up a good fight but when you've been training since you could walk? It gives you an advantage. I have her pinned under me in three minutes.

"Give up." I state as she heaves under me.

"No." Innocently she smiles and wraps her long legs around my neck pushing me backwards.

"Now this position seems familiar. Probably with you and Fabio too, no?" I didn't realise what I'd said before I said it.

"Huh?" I'm not surprised she's confused. She doesn't know I was watching. I twist up to the side so she's back on the floor.

"I said that position must be familiar for you and Fabio too." Words keep coming out of my mouth and I don't know how to stop them. I'm aware I'm a dick, an unfair asshole and I'm extremely possessive. I'm feel so angry that she allowed Fabio to get so close to her.

"What do you mean?"

"I saw you two earlier with the guns. The way he held you."

"Um first, he was teaching me how to shoot a handgun properly. Second, why are you jealous? We're not together and just because you took my virginity doesn't mean I'm suddenly dedicated to you. Lastly you're being completely immature and unreasonable." My mouth twitches, I hate hearing that from her. Because I fucking want her as my own. That much is clear. I just don't know how to tell her. I haven't been great at expressing my emotions since I was little.

"Well you're bold now aren't you? You're right. I'm acting unreasonable but to be honest I don't really fucking care."

"Excuse me?!" She heard me. I know I'm a shitty person and I'm irrational but this woman gets on my nerves.

"I don't fucking understand! Why are you stuck in my head? There's nothing special about you. Yet you manage to ween your way back inside my mind." My head falls in between her breasts. I feel safe and happy around her and I hate it so fucking much. It's a weakness. But I'm so desperate for her. There's a goddamned internal battle going on and I don't know what to fucking do other than be angry.

"I can't seem to want any other women. In my office I tried to fuck another girl but no, you were on my mind. Jesus, Scarlett get out of my head."

The wheels are turning in her head as she it in. Suddenly my head in pushed away from her breasts and I miss the contact. She stands up and takes off the gloves she's wearing.

"I'm so sorry that you couldn't fuck a woman Dante. I couldn't even imagine taking someone's virginity then not even 12 hours later being unable to fuck some girl. That's truly awful."

FUCK FUCK FUCK!!

I call after her but she's already gone. I hit my hands against my head. Why am I so fucking stupid. On one end I want a life like my grandparents but on the other I hear my father yelling expletives at me for caring for this girl. I'm at a crossroads and I don't know what to do.