"You're hiding something, Valentina. I don't know what it is, but you better tell me before I find out. Because I will find out," Luciano warned.
Valentina scoffed internally.
She couldn't believe the nerve of him. He was the one that stole from her, yet he was acting so self righteous.
Her retort was about to be reckless, and harsh, when her eyes stumbled on his fingers.
They were bleeding.
She sighed, and reached for his hand.
Luciano froze, confused as hell, as her finger circled around his hand.
"What are you doing?" He questioned cluelessly when she began to pull him along, without saying a word to him.
She didn't respond, only guided him to the far end of the room where she spotted a hand sink.
The thoughts that followed that discovery weren't pretty.
She figured since this was a room for punishment in the most brutal form, it was only appropriate for a hand sink to be present..
Stopping before the sink, she lifted his hand to the bowl.
