Hana left the bathroom after finishing her errands, pointed at the pants and underwear in his hand with the tip of her chin.

"You took it off, so put it on again."

"Did you wash your hands?"

"Are you kidding me? You have to release the handcuffs to clean it no!"

"Ah... ."

Guilio took the bewildered woman back to the bathroom. Then he stood in front of the sink and opened the faucet.

Because her hands were tied behind her back, Hana was left in the posture of holding him. Her round forehead and lips pressed against Guilio's chest. The scent of his body, a mixture of the sanitizer and aftershave, rushed  with every breath she took.

Soon, lukewarm water tickles her palms.

Just as he washes a child's hand, he meticulously applied soap. A slippery feel burrows between her fingers. They intersected as if interlocking, then escaped with bubbles.

His lips touched her ear as he tilted his upper body a little.

I felt strange. Obviously, it must be because they seems to be hugged meekly.

The man rubbed her soapy palm with his thumb and dragged her hand in the direction of the faucet. Because of that, his arm is pulled and his body is bent. As she naturally lifted her chin, he whispered as he was washing the lather with lukewarm water.

"Do you want me to wipe the bottom too?"

Somehow, she thought it was too normal.

"I know you're at an age full of sexual desire, but don't you know that being too explicit doesn't make you look hot?"

"Ah, then you like gently flirt?"

"No. No matter how hard you try, I won't do it with you. I can't do it because my life is precious."

"Isn't what I'm supposed to say? I am the one who got stabbed while kissing."

"I was strangled. Can't you see this? It's black and bruised."

"It matches well."

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Crazy guy.

"Yeah, that one goes well with knife bread too."
 

Hana twisted her shoulder and pushed her chest out. Then the man giggled and stepped back, took out a towel and wiped her dry. She strode out of the bathroom and sat down on the bed. She then pointed with her toe at her pants and her underwear, which had fallen to the floor.

"Put it on."

After coming out of the bathroom with a wet towel, he glanced at the floor and tapped Hana's shoulder. Losing her balance in defenselessness, she fell behind.

She tried to get back up, but the man's arm cross her chest prevented her from doing so.

"What are you doing... !"

Hana blushed in surprise at the damp feel between her cr0tch.

"Open up."

The wet towel passes through the well-groomed pub*c hair and digs into the thickly cracked gap. Hana strained her thigh. With a towel between, he rubbed his cr0tch slowly.

She breathed heavily and looked straight into his languid eyes.

"Providing this kind of service to prisoners. What a great spirit of service?"

His lips lifter loosely as he fixed his eyes on her red eyes.

"Shall I show you how far I can serve?"

"No. Sorry, but I'm middle class. No service needed."
 

Guilio turned his head with a face that was clearly holding back a laugh. Then he tossed her wet towel on the floor and came up on top of her. Without taking his eyes off her one eye, he spreads her knees and caresses her black and bruised neck.

"I should have broken this neck."

A bluish vein stood out on the back of the hand that supported the seat.

"You'll think you did well no to kill me."

"I'm thinking of giving you a present if you behave well."
 

Hana raised an eyebrow.

When he reached into his pocket and saw the object he took out, her eyes widened.

"Give me!"

What Guilio took out was Duyi's cell phone. He waved the black flip phone in from of him, smiled and tried to put it back to his pocket.

'No.'

She saw a red light blinking. Indicates that a message or missed call has arrived.

Feeling impatient, Hana impulsively raised her upper body and went straight t his lips. He bit the man's slightly pasted lips and opened his legs to wrap them around his waist. As soon as he lost his balance, he turned his body with all his might.

"Ha!"

The position changed in an instant. It was when she crushed him and held her cell phone to her mouth with her face lit up.

A large hand digs into the back of her head. The back of her head was caught with strong force, then dragged her helplessly and bumped her lips against Guilio Parenti's.

A tingling sensation spread heavily as if teeth and lips collided. The tongue that had been thrust into her mouth began to burrow into the mouth. He wrapped around her waist and back of her head, and sucked her tongue.

It was a kiss that was so persistent that it took her breath away. Then, his hand, which had been wrapped around her waist, went down and gripped her butt0cks.

A red mark appears on the skin that was tightly gripped. The eyes that were consumed by the impulse were hot. But it was not an ardent gaze based on affection.

The hand that had been moving as if groping for the hip bone opened the moist gap.

Hana bit his lips as hard as she could. It taste like blood.

"Parenti!"

The corner of his mouth are red, as if he had become a vampire.

As his eyes, drunk with pleasure, slowly returned, Hana breathed heavily and straightened her upper body.

"Don't mistake me for your mistress. Go do that with her."

Guilio raised a hand to his sighing lips. Then slowly rubbed the part where the blood war smeared. The moment of time felt like an eternity.

"Right. You... don't look like her."

In an instant, her chest began to tremble strangely.

The man got up and unlocked her handcuffs  with a key from his pocket.

Hana moved her eyes after him with a bewildered expression. Guilio seemed to ask when he was excited, and he had a cool smile as usual.

After returning Duyi's cell phone, he goes down the bed and throws her underwear and pants on the floor.

"Put it on and come out. A guest is coming."

"A guest?"

Hana asked while holding Duyi's cell phone in her arms. Then he turned around, staring at her indifferently.

"A relief pitcher who will help you end you captivity."

***

Coming down to the first floor with Guilio, who was waiting outside the room, she found three men sitting on the sofa in the drawing room and breathed in vain.

"Huh?"

As if they were also surprised they jumped up without saying anything first.

The guests are Logan Valentine and Oslo Hansen. And there was Yoo EunSeong.

When Guilio pressed his bloody lips with a handkerchief and moved, she naturally followed him. The three men's eyes were on the handcuffs around Guilio's left wrist. The remaining one was filled with Lee Hana's right wrist.

Logan stared at Hana's face with a smileless expression. Just the blue bruise under her chin could tell how she was treated.

"Sit down."
 

Yoo EunSeung, who had been standing expressionless at Guilio's words, opened his mouth.

"Lee Hana-san, come here."

Hana raised her handcuffed hand and said,

"Even if I wanted to go, I couldn't. Because this is how it is. I am a prisoner now."

Oslo's rugged face turned red at the calm and weak reaction. He looked like he wanted to blow Guilio Parenti's head off right away.

"Mr. Parenti, did Lee Hana make any mistakes?"

Logan asked with a skillful public smile.

"Oh, that doesn't look good. But I couldn't help it. If I let her free, my men's lives would be in danger."

Logan and Oslo sighed and nodded. Hana clicked her tongue at the attitude that seemed to understand her heart.

"Three of you, what are you doing here."

"Mr. Parenti contacted me. By the way... Are you okay?"

"It's okay. I... I stabbed Mr. Parenti in the shoulder."

"What?'

"It's really fine."

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However, there was no way she who did not notice the red bloodshot eyes. So Hana avoided their gaze as much as possible.

Then, Guilio stretches out his handcuffed hands and caresses her.

"Tell me if you need a handkerchief. I will lent it to you."

"Shut up? Ask a question. You said you were curious about my identity."'

he lightly shook his head, crossed his legs, and asked Logan, who was good at managing his expression.

"Is Lee Hana One?"

For a moment, Logan and Oslo's expression hardened.

"Why is that important?"

"I asked the question first. Logan Valentine, is Lee Hana really One?"

Logan was the only one who noticed that Yoo EunSeung's eyes darkened.

Logan reluctantly nodded.

"Not now, but she was once called One."

"I guess that means she's not the FBI."

"No."

Hana muttered to herself, "You see."

Guilio rubbed his swollen mouth and slowly stares the faces of the three men.

Then he looked at Yoo EunSeung for a long time, who did not take his eyes off Lee Hana.

It's a familiar kind of look. Did you say that peers recognize each other?

Yoo EunSeung, who was staring at Hana, made eye contact with Guilio and raised the corners of his  mouth loosely.

"Then... . I want to make a request for Valentine's Day."

Guilio poured the Scotch that was on he table into a glass. His eyes as he watch the liquid being filled up shone dangerously as if he  were about to play a game.

"We need someone to protect Lee Hana."

That was one thing that surprised her the most.

"A guard? For me?"

"I will."

Guilio's eyes turned to Yoo EunSeung as he had just put his drink on his lips. This time Oslo and Logan clenched their fists in amazement.

"Yoo EunSeung, that's... ."

"I will, Mr. Logan. We grew fond of each other while living in the cabin, and we have quite a lot of time left."

Hana snatched the glass from Guilio, who calmly swallowed te Scotch. She then brought her face closer and she gnashed her teeth.

"Why are you taking him? It's my job. Don't drag anyone in."

But was ignored. She put her lips to the glass she had taken from him, and she tilts her head then swallows the drink.

Hana, who was furious, threw the glass wil all her might.

Fragments of the glass that was shattered upon hitting the wall, spread everywhere.

"Guilio!"

"That's why, I can't attach my men. Even the mafia knows their life is precious. Hey, what's your name?"

At Guilio's question, EunSeung, who was looking at Hana through her bangs, held out her right hand.

"My name is Yoo EunSeung."

Instead of shaking hands, Guilio gave him an empty glass. Then after pouring him a drink, he nodded his head.

Yoo EunSeong poured the scrotch into his mouth and looked at Lee Hana with downcast eyes.

Her hand clenched tightly in Guilio Parenti's.

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TL/N : Hmm... guys I am taking up another series . But I will done the first few chapters then posted it some time soon. I hope you will like it as much as this series. I will give more info tomorrow. see you <3 ^^