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My ears are still buzzing from the explosion even after we went back to the estate. Even after two days, too. Silvio says it's normal but I have no way of proving that.

For the past two days I have been trying to open the safe, but without luck. I went through almost two hundred combinations before I eventually gave up. Thankfully, Silvio hasn't come around in a while to nag me to open the safe. But it's not just because of that, though. I'm happy he hasn't come around because his presence disturbs me in a way. The way my heart picks up an unplanned beat whenever I see him is unsettling. I blame it on the fact he's kidnapped me, but being attracted to him in any way scares me more.

The door of my new room swings open all of a sudden and Silvio, in all his fashionable glory, struts in. He didn't even knock before barging in.

"Did you open it yet?" he pauses when he sees the box on the table and me sitting by the window, up until now counting all the men that have passed in the last hour by the window outside.

"Not yet." I answer him and return my gaze to the backyard. For a while, I don't hear anything from him, but then I hear him taking a few slow steps, circling the coffee table and ending up right beside me. I don't turn around to look at him this time.

"Are your ears still ringing?" he surprises me with his almost sincere question so I can't help myself but turn to him anyway in disbelief. He's standing still, only two feet away from me, and waiting for my answer.

"A little," I reply truthfully. The ringing was the worst right after the explosion. After that it subsided bit by bit, but it still hasn't cleared up all the way.

"It's normal. It will go away," he tells me again just like two days ago when I complained of the ringing.

Even after he says that I still stare at him, but this time getting curious about his accent. It's always present, but sometimes it's more prominent than others. I've noticed when he's agitated or angry, he doesn't care that the pronunciation of some English words is harder to understand. He's letting his Italian accent slip with ease and even on some occasions fully jumping to speaking perfect Italian.

Silvio raises an eyebrow when he sees I'm staring at him without knowing the reason. He comes closer and my breath hitches in my throat at the sudden movement and close proximity.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Without no other excuse forming in my mind, I opt for the truth. "I was thinking about your accent,"

Silvio, in addition to his previously raised eyebrow, raises the side of the lips in intrigued smirk. "What about it?"

"It's cute how you change it according to your mood." I tell him quickly and instantly regret saying those words. Especially cute. And especially when he chuckles deeply and amusingly.

"Cute?" he repeats, his voice light and playful for the first time in a while. He's always so cold and calculating that I forget he has this other side. "Gattino, I can do many other things with my tongue than speaking Italian that are way... cuter."

My mind processes his subcontext very quickly and as a result to what he said, my cheeks gather all the hot blood and store it there, making me look like a blushing mess.

I turn my head quickly to stare outside, hoping by the time I look at him again my cheeks would be calmed down, but Silvio gently takes my chin in his thumb and index finger and makes me face him once again. The soft skin under his fingertips sends shivers down my spine, but I say nothing. I show nothing.

"Like what?" I dare say, even despite the rumble of my heart behind my ribcage and the shakiness in my voice.

Silvio's eyes twinkle with an undescribable thrill and shock, and he musters up the biggest grin I've ever seen on him. He, then, proceeds to put his hands on either side of my thighs as I'm sitting by the window, and moves his face bare inches away from mine. This simple action portraying him as the confident and dominant asshole he is.

"Do you want to find out?" his voice this time is a soft, sultry purr that holds more promise than it is portrayed as a question. I squeeze my legs together to ease the sudden throbbing there. That voice alone has more impact on the state of my core than any other boyfriend I've had before who's touched me. It's fucking terrifying.

Silvio takes note of my legs, his eyes traveling down then back up again in a fast second, and loses the grin, but not the playfulness. He knows what he's doing to me.

In a torturing manner, though, my mind reminds me of the picture of him from the bathroom few days ago as I avert my eyes downwards to escape his gaze, but land on the slightly bulging crotch of his pants. Oh, fuck...

"I can show it to you right here and right now," he adds and moves his lips closer, but stops before he collides them with mine. His hand, then, moves from the side and lands on the small of my back where my shirt has risen and a patch of bare skin is showing. He lightly grazes the skin with his fingertips, but then moves them further down and reaches the swell of my ass. Without warning, he squeezes my ass and jerks his hand toward him. Surprised at the movement, my legs come apart before I crash into him and my hands reach on either side of me to steady the action.

I notice the window bench is perfectly high for him to stand between my legs, now, but it's also perfectly high for his bulge to be aligned just right with my, unfortunately, already damp sex.

Fuck, I can feel his member twitch beneath his pants.

Too desperate for any kind of friction to soothe my throbbing bundle of nerves, I jerk my hips just a little bit forward to press even more against that hardened limb and feel his cock twitch again. Silvio takes notice of what I do, and the look he's giving me changes to a pure lustful one. With a swift and certain move of his hand, he takes it away from my ass and places it right above my sex first, feeling how wet I am, and only then reaches inside my leggings.

"Fuck, you're so wet," his voice is husky, satisfied at the state I'm in that he made possible. He starts out painstakingly slow, his middle finger barely touching the throbbing mess between my legs and giving me the bare minimum of friction I crave. My legs unconsciously widen more.

A soft gasp escapes my lips at the proper contact his middle finger makes, putting just enough pressure and going up and down at first. My eyes widen in shock at the sound I made. Silvio only smirks. He knows I'm enjoying this despite my mind telling me how wrong it is.

He continues with circling my clit and I begin holding back the moan that's begging to be released with every fiber of my body, but when I fail and it does escape, Silvio growls and quickens the pace. His finger feels so damn amazing and all the fear I had before vanishes for the moment. Only pleasure coats my thoughts.

Another moan leaves my lips, a louder one this time, and Silvio's lustful look is all I remember before I close my eyes and let his finger guide me to oblivious bliss.

"Open your eyes, gattino. Look at me," he orders a second later and that authorative voice makes me open my eyes again. He takes away his finger from my clit and slips it inside my core, the action as pleasurable as before. Then, he puts another finger inside and I can't help myself but let out a string of moans at the sensation of his fingers massaging that perfect spot.

"Silvio..." I find my voice for the first time in a while and use it to moan his name.

"Yes, gattino?" he quickens the pace again, and I feel his already too hard cock move again, presumably fighting to be let out. I resist the urge to touch him, though. That would send me over the edge.

My release is slowly building in my abdomen with every perfect thrust of his fingers and I put my hand on his free arm, steadying myself for the incoming impact of utter pleasure and satisfaction, but just before I go over the edge, Silvio stops and retracts his hand. With heavy breaths and newfound annoyance, I watch as he brings his middle and ring finger coated with slickness to his lips and puts them in his mouth, leisurely and all while keeping eye contact.

"You're stopping?" I ask him incredulously while out of breath. He just licks his fingers clean, smirks and hums in approval, assumingly to the delicious taste.

"That's what you get for not working on unlocking the safe and losing precious time while looking out of the window." he says arrogantly and earns a frustrated huff from my side. Silvio steps back, letting me close my legs in all my ashamed glory, and adjusts his suit jacket before adding, "Plus, I'd like it to be my tongue that'll make you cum."

When I say nothing, he says, "Be downstairs in fifteen. Someone wants to talk to you." With a wink, he disappears behind the door, leaving a very flushed, ashamed and sexually frustrated Willa.

***

Those fifteen minutes he gave me I used for a quick shower and new set of clothes that he provided for me yesterday before going downstairs. Silvio waited by the stairs that lead to the basement rooms and when he saw me, he led us another level down.

"What are we doing back in here?" I finally ask him when he stops at the big metal door behind which I resided for a few hours a while back.

"Open the door." A quick and simple answer comes from Silvio. His voice reminds me of what happened twenty minutes ago so to hide my red face from him, I stare down at my feet while he opens the door. My mind is clouded by the recent events and I don't have the time to think about who can be behind that door.

But then my heart starts beating faster with each move my hands do and the overwhelming thoughts of who might be in there makes me shaky.

"Open it." he orders again and I open it. As soon as I see who it is inside, I sigh with relief. It's not my family.

"It's Giovanni." A shaky breath leaves my lips as I close my eyes in hopes to calm myself down.

"Yes. Now, get inside."

"Why?"

"The asshole has something to tell you." Silvio says as his cold demeanor reappears. Not even a hint of the emotions he had twenty minutes ago.

I gulp and step inside.

Giovanni is sitting on the same chair I was with his hands tied up tightly behind his back just like mine were. His head is thrown down but I can clearly see his beaten up face–unlike mine. Many bruises and cuts are covering his defined face and high cheekbones, blood still leaking from one of the deeper cuts.

Silvio walks to the corner and gets a bucket full of ice cold water. Before I can think of a reason for why he would need the water, he dumps it on Giovanni's head, making him jolt up awake and gasp in shock.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Giovanni growls, staring coldly into Sipvio's brown eyes.

"Many things. Now, tell her what you told me." Silvio stares back at him with a much colder glare. I don't think anyone can be cold and feelingless like him. Especially when he holds an injured guy unconscious in a basement.

Giovanni looks tired as he starts talking, his eyes turned to me, "Two months ago, your sister Jade was found by my men, stealing a valuable package from my vault. She escaped with that package and my men couldn't find her. Since then I was trying to find her and the package but no luck. That is until four days ago. I accidentally encountered her in a casino and I nearly had her..." He hisses, clearly annoyed that he couldn't catch her.

"I nearly had her but she fought my men and disappeared. Before she disappeared, though, she said to me something. I thought it was nonsense until I found out about you. That's why I was looking for you at the warehouse."

I listen to him carefully. I don't know how to feel about all this. Hearing about my sister who I haven't seen in more than a week and hearing about her secret life kind of hurt me. Why couldn't she tell me her secret? Maybe all this would've been avoided.

"Go on. Tell her what she said to you." Silvio nudges him to speak forward and Giovanni does just that but not before sending another fiery dagger at him with his blue eyes.

"Tiga tuan bintang." Giovanni finishes and I am left very confused. What does that even mean? Since when does Jade speak like the Sims?

"Did she say anything else? Maybe something in English this time?" I question Giovanni hopefully he might know more.

"No." He growls out again after Silvio decides to dump another bucket of freezing water. I turn my look to Silvio and glare at him for doing that.

"What?" He only raises an eyebrow at me, his eyes glistening with mischief and amusement.

"That was unnecessary, really."

"Are you questioning my movements now, gattino?" He dares me to say yes but I mumble a quick sorry.

After our talk finished an we left the place, I am sent back to my room with an order to continue trying to unlock the safe.

The evening is slowly coming to an end. The sun is now replaced by the full moon and the lights sre lighted up in my room to give me some illumination to get back and try again with the damn safe.

Tiga tuan bintang.

What does it mean? What!? Oh, Jade, damn you and your stupid languages.

An hour passes and all the tries are failed. My mind keeps replaying Silvio and his stupidly gifted finhgers. It's even more of a failure now because of the foreign sentence I don't know what means, too.

After dozens of failed number combinations, Silvio knocks on my door an hour later.

"Any progress?" He asks casually as he takes a seat on the sofa where I am, looking as if earlier didn't happen at all. Prick.

I take a sharp breath and scoot a bit away from him. "It would be easier if you provided me with a laptop or access to the internet. I have to do a research on what Jade has said."

"Actually, I found out what that translates to."

"How did you found out?"

"My brother... He's has a thing for languages. Anyway, does 'the three star lords' mean anything to you?"

The three star lords? Why does it sound fami-- Oh my God!

The three star lords was a cartoon that me, Jade and Christopher watched before it got canceled last year. I know we're too old for that, but it was a good option to spend soms quality time with our little brother. The show itself was an actually hilarious cartoon about these three star lords' misadventures as they traveled together through the universe in their spaceship. Christopher liked to think we were just like those lords. Now, the funny thing was that they were named after numbers. The first lord was Double-Three, the second lord was Double-Eight and the third was Double-Four.

Realization hits me like a brick in the face when I connect the dots. I hurriedly tap 33-88-44 on the pin pad and it lights green before it opens up with a click.

"It opened." I whisper in disbelief. "It fucking opened!" I repeat louder this time, my eyes widened, and a full on grin on my face. Silvio look surprised, too, as he bends down and opens the safe only to reveal a sheet of paper with something written on it.

"What does it say?" I peep from behind his shoulder as the curiosity starts nudging me forward.

"It's just some old death certificate." He replies, letting his confusion seep through his words. But before I can read what whose it is, he puts it away and reveals a small red circular object that has been hiding under the document.

"Is that a poker chip?"

"Yes," Silvio confirms and inspects the red and black chip closely.

"Okay. So we have a chip and a death certificate. How is that helpful?" I sigh and fall back on the sofa while Silvio still inspects the chip.