Red Hot Affairs: The Billionaire's Pimp

The Beginning of A Dangerous Adventure

The first day he met her, she looked really bothered. He'd been watching her before they both fell in line and when she turned to look at him with her dreamy eyes, he was immediately smitten. 

But there was something lurking in her eyes: Fear, apprehension, angst and the need to escape. He knew it was coming from an external force and when he looked around, he noticed that she was being followed by a man. 

That had been his opportunity to help her escape her killer. When he'd asked her if she was okay, she'd nearly burst into tears and the sheer thought of seeing this angelic woman cry drove him to madness. 

He had suddenly been overcome with this desire to protect her, the desire to kill anyone trying to harm her and while she slept on his shoulder, he was filled with dread at the fact that he had fallen for a total stranger. It wasn't his thing to do and luckily, he had gotten a call that had him leaving at the next stop, not failing to drink in the details of her beautiful face before he left her.

But he couldn't get her off his mind. The next few days had been filled with memories of her face, her eyes…those mesmerising eyes, the look of helplessness and sheer horror.

The next day, he'd given his private investigator a call, with a scanty description of her, promising to pay his private investigator double for the stress. 

For the next six months, all of his efforts turned out futile but he still couldn't forget her until he caught sight of her stepping out of a Maserati and walking into the club. 

He made his findings and realised that she worked for his rival, Drake Trevor. That had triggered the protective clause again as he knew how dangerous and utterly manipulative his rival was. 

Giovanni's plans had fallen into place. She had fallen right into his trap and he wished he could tell her why he'd done this but he couldn't. At least, not yet.

"Giovanni, I don't think it's a good idea to take one of Drake Trevor's escorts," his right hand man, Geraldo said as he paced around his office with worry. "You know how evil that conniving bastard is and you know what he did to us in the past."

How the hell could Giovanni forget? Drake Trevor had killed one of his best escorts, Gina, after kidnapping and torturing her till she was unable to even move a fucking limb. Giovanni had found Gina on the road half dead, ribs and bones dislocated with deep wounds that had her bleeding out hours before he could save her. That had been the start of their war.

"Geraldo, nothing is ever a good idea with the fucking bastard," Giovanni hissed, his body consumed with anger over and over again. "I don't care about revenge right now and that is not why I am taking his escort."

"So what do you want to do with her apart from having her tortured and killed?"

Giovanni stood to his feet. "And whenever did I mention having her tortured and killed, Geraldo? I have had her followed for over six months and I have my reasons. There's something about her that intrigues me."

"And you want to put your life and that of your faux sex workers on the line because of her?"

"Nothing is going to happen, Geraldo. You need to take a chill pill. You'll know everything in due time."

Geraldo didn't take his boss' words for it but he could at least count on him for protection. "Whatever interest you have in her better not drive us into a war with that fucker."

Giovanni was done with this topic. "Have some men go to my suite and pick her up. You know what to do."

******

Serafina was fuming. Giovanni had left her in his hotel suite, doors locked so she couldn't escape and with every fleeting moment, her hate for him grew. 

He had also taken her purse along with him and it contained every crucial thing she needed for escape. Her phone, bobby pins and anything else to pry the door open.

"Fuck!" She cried out in anger and kicked the edge of the bed, yelping in pain when she stubbed her toe.

She paced around his room, staring out into the city down below from time to time and wondering how everyone was casually living their lives while she waited for Giovanni to return back from his so-called meeting.

"You're going to wait here till I return and we can discuss." He had told her before he left. "Don't even think of escaping. I have you tracked."

She placed her finger on the back of her ear, directly on the tracking microchip he had planted into her skin. She hadn't realised he had done that until he tapped it and told her it was going to explode if she moved five hundred metres away from his suite.

Serafina wasn't ready to die. At least, not yet. She didn't come all the way from Italy, running for her life to die in the hands of a perverted stalker who had had her followed for six good months.

She heard movements in front of the door and stopped walking, her ears perking up in alert and when the door beeped, she grabbed the lamp on the bedside table and hid behind the door, waiting for it to be open. 

She crashed the lamp into the body of the man who walked in, confusing him for a moment and just as she was about to slip right through the door, another hefty man stood in the way and blocked her before grabbing her off the floor.

"Let me go, you fucker!" She screamed as she got carried down the hall. "I'll make sure I rip your fucking dicks out before having you killed. Drop me now if you care about your life because you don't know how dangerous I am!"

None of her threats worked. Who the hell were these men and why wasn't Giovanni here to drive her to her new home? Had he sent them here?

As she was carried down the hall, into a stairwell, she screamed and kicked to no avail. The men were unmovable. They finally got out into the afternoon sunlight.

"Help me, somebody!" She screamed, glad that they were outside where people could see her. "I am being kidnapped by these men! Help me, please!"

The men stopped in front of an SUV door that opened immediately. She was tossed into the car and before she could scream out again, large hands covered her mouth with a kerchief and slowly, she lost consciousness before blanking out into oblivion.