The boys only looked at Rami with a pity look.
After a while, one of them slowly walked beside Rami and said, "Ciao. Io sono Enzo. Loro due sono Angelo ed Elia. Siamo qui per aiutarti a lavarti e a sistemarti. (Hello. I'm Enzo. These two are Angelo and Elia. Where here to help you wash and fix yourself up. )"
Rami looked at Enzo who talked.
Full of fear.
Enzo is a cute little guy Rami might say. I'm sure the greedy men out there liked this boy very much. That's why he's still alive because aside from his delicate appearance, he was also a greened eyed blonde.
Rami can feel the kindness that this boy had. So he felt at ease.
How pitiful.
'Don't worry, I will get you all out of here and help you guys start again.' Rami promised.
Enzo signed, "Non preoccuparti, non ti faremo nulla. Rilassati e basta. (Don't worry, we won't do anything to you. Just relax.)"
"Sei sicuro? (Are you sure?)" Rami asks nervously.
"Sì. (Yeah.)" Enzo nodded.
"Ma dove sono esattamente? Sai cosa succederà a me? (But where am I exactly? Do you know what will happen to me?)" Rami asks when he calms down in the other's perspective.
The boys looked at each other. But after a while, the other one, Angelo, a cold beauty with pink hair answered hesitantly, "Ora sei nell'Inferno Cremisi Famiglia. Quanto a cosa si aspettano da te o cosa faranno, lo scoprirai più tardi. (You're now in Inferno Cremisi Famiglia. As for what they need from you or what they will do. You'll find out later.)"
"Inferno Cremisi Famiglia?" Rami repeated.
"Sì. Lo saprai più tardi. Per favore, non chiedere più. (Yes. You'll know later. Please don't ask anymore.)" Angelo answered.
After that, the other two also went beside Rami and did their own things.
Rami stays silent.
As the boys helped him tidy himself up, they led him to Don Orlando's office once he was finished.
Enzo, who had guided him there, stepped out of the room, leaving him alone inside.
Rami observed the man in front of him. He was dressed in a tuxedo and black trousers, appearing to be in his early forties.
While reading the document on his desk, the man casually took a puff from the cigar in his other hand.
"Cosa vuoi? Chi sei? Perché sono qui? (What do you want? Who are you? Why I am here?)" Rami boldly asks the man.
Don Orlando set the document aside and looked at Rami.
When his eyes landed on the young man's appearance, a lewd smile spread across his face.
'Gross…' Rami grimaced.
"Cosa vuoi da me? (What do you want from me?)" Rami asked again.
Don Orlando took a long drag from his cigar before putting it out. As he slowly exhaled the smoke, he walked toward Rami. When he stood directly in front of him, he grabbed Rami's face and said, "Bene. Bene. Lorenzo ha preso qualcosa di buono oggi. (Good. Good. Lorenzo caught something good today.)"
Rami frowned and protested, struggling to pry the man's hand away from his face. "Cosa intendi? Lasciami andare! (What do you mean? Let me go!)"
Don Orlando's smile widened. "Bene, per informarti, mio caro ragazzo, soddisferò la mia lussuria con il tuo corpo finché non mi stancherò. Dopo che avrò finito con te, lascerò che il mio subordinato si diverta un po'. Comunque, potranno godersi te dopo che avrò finito. Diciamo solo che averti assaggiato è la loro ricompensa. Ahahah!! (Well, to inform you my dear boy, I will satisfy my lust with your body until I grow tired. After I'm done with you, I'll let my subordinate have some fun. Anyway, they can enjoy you after I'm done. Lets just say that having tasted you is their reward. Hahahaha!!)"
"Sei malato!! Lasciami andare!!! (You're sick!! Let me go!!!)" Rami yelled with panic.
He ran toward the door in an attempt to escape. Unfortunately, it did no good—instead, it only enraged Don Orlando.
"Qualcuno l'ha messo nella mia sala giochi! (Someone put him in my playroom!)" Don Orlando shouted.
Moments later, two armed men burst into the room and seized Rami as he struggled to open the locked door. This time, Rami didn't fight back. He knew it would be useless, so he forced himself to comply.
When they reached the room, the men shoved him inside without hesitation. Rami hit the floor hard, collapsing onto it. As if nothing had happened, they stepped out, closed the door, and locked it from the outside.
'Effin---'
Rami scanned the room.
As cliché as it seemed, it was bathed in dark red lights, and the walls were lined with disturbing objects—from dildos to ropes. Various obscene machines were arranged along the sides. There was even a Saint Andrew's Cross.
'What the—' Rami's eyes widened in disbelief. 'This owner is seriously sick.'
After a while of calming himself from shock, Rami touched his simple black earring that he wore, "I'm in."
A blink sounded.
Salvatore's voice sounded full of concern, "How's it going?"
"Hmm. Everything's working properly. Don't worry, Salvy. I'm fine—for now." Rami reassured Salvatore, even adding a teasing tone at the end.
"Shut up, will you? You can't stop me from worrying about you," Salvatore scolded him.
Rami sighed. "I know! I'll be okay. Trust me. Bye—for now."
He ended the call.
Inside the room, he did nothing. When he noticed the bed, he simply sat down and waited.
He was mentally exhausted. If possible, he wanted this mission to end already.
It didn't take long before the door opened, revealing Don Orlando with a wide smile—one filled with malice and anticipation. Rami was certain the bastard could hardly wait any longer.
He needed to act again, pretending to be terrified and nervous—the role of a kidnapped, fragile, pretty boy.
"E adesso? Puoi lasciarmi andare a casa adesso? Voglio andare a casa!!! (What now? Can you let me go home now? I want to go hoommee!!!)" Rami spoke nervously.
He backed up onto the bed. His hands pressed against his chest, unconsciously gripping his crop top, causing the fabric to rise slightly and reveal his pale, smooth stomach.
"Facile. Ma mi dispiace informarti. Una volta entrato in questa villa, non ne uscirai più. (Easy. But, sorry to inform you. Once you enter this mansion, you will never go out.) " Don Orlando said teasingly at Rami, whose face turned pale.
"Cosa intendi? (What do you mean?)" Rami asks with a crumpled eyebrow. Not believing the man's words.
"Ahahah. Mia cara, immagino che tu non sia di qui, quindi permettimi di presentarmi. Sono Orlando Palumbo, il Don della Famiglia Inferno Cremisi. Come forse saprai, siamo ampiamente considerati buoni samaritani. Ma in realtà, siamo noti per i rapimenti di belle ragazze e ragazzi.. proprio come te.(Hahaha. My dear, I assume you're not from here, so allow me to introduce myself. I am Orlando Palumbo, the Don of the Inferno Cremisi Famiglia. As you may know, we are widely regarded as good Samaritans. But in truth, we are known for kidnapping pretty ladies and boys… just like you.)" Don Orlando removed his hat and gave a slight bow, presenting himself like a perfect gentleman—the kind many Italian men pride themselves on being.
Rami's face paled even more, "Che cosa? (What?)"
"Devo dilungarmi ulteriormente? Va bene. Giusto per soddisfare la tua curiosità, quei ragazzi e ragazze rapiti sarebbero morti o venduti come merce ai nostri clienti. Beh, se sei fortunato e ti guadagni la simpatia dei nostri membri, rimarrai e diventerai schiavo. (Do I need to elaborate more? Okay fine. Just to fill your curiosity, those kidnapped boys and girls, they would be dead or sold as goods to our clients. Well, if you're lucky and gain our member's liking, you will stay and became slave.)" with much patience for this time, Don Orlando explained.
Rami moved backwards even more until his back touched the bed's head board, "No. No. Non può essere. Vuoi dire--- (No. No. It can't be. You mean---) "
"È corretto, mio bel ragazzo. Con questo tipo di faccia. Immagino che mi divertirai molto. (That's correct my pretty boy. With this kind of face. I guessed I will enjoy you very well.)" Don Orlando said this as he stepped in front of Rami and lifted his chin with his right hand, forcing him to meet his gaze.
Rami struggled but of course, Don Orlando would not make it happen.
In front of him is a big meal.
Would he let this go?
No!!!
"Lasciami andare!!! (Let go of mee!!!)" Rami screamed while he slapped Don Orlando's face, leaving a red mark.
Don Orlando got so angry because of the slap. Because he felt very offended.
"Mi piace. Immagino che tu sia un tipo feroce. Vediamo fino a che punto riesci a resistere. (I like that. I guess you're a fierce one. Let's see until when you can endure.)" Don Orlando exclaimed then while holding Rami's face for him not to move, he forced a kiss.
But before he could kiss Rami, Don Orlando released his grip on Rami's face. Both of his hands then moved to his own neck, wrapping around it tightly.
"Cos'hai fattooooo? (What did you doooo?)" Don Orlando asked in a panic as he stared straight at Rami, his hands still tightly wrapped around his neck. His breathing quickened, and his face began to turn red, as if he were the one struggling for air.
Seeing the suffocating man in front of him, Rami dropped his act and resumed his cold face.
On the other hand, Don Orlando saw Rami's panicked face become calmer and regain a cold face.
He paled.
This can't be.
Nooo!!!