Chapter seven

"I'll never do that!" Arabella screeched. Even with a gun pointed at her, baring her body in front of him was the furthest thing from her mind. "I refuse to yield to whatever you say!" Sandro chuckled, rising from his seated position and stepping closer to her. He stood in front of her for a few moments before abruptly shoving her against the nearest wall. "What did you say?" He growled, his fingers tightening around her neck. "I-I'll never do that..." Arabella's words were cut short as his hand struck her face with force, causing her to bite her tongue and grimace at the metallic tang of blood in her mouth. Her eyes welled up with tears as she looked up at him. His expression remained impassive as he sneered, "You'll do as I say, always, regardless of my orders. Disobey me again, and mind your tongue when addressing me. Understood?" Arabella nodded, her body trembling. "Good," Sandro gritted, releasing his grip on her neck. He yanked her by her long hair, dragging her back to the cent