Lower your head and kiss my left hand in exchange for a pledge of forgiveness.
Li Xiaobai stood handcuffed in the Texas Prison’s most magnificent main building. He had no idea that the top-floor parlor here was decorated in Victorian style.
The informant walked out and tilted his head expressionlessly. “Go in.”
The carved door opens both left and right…
Inside was the man who had captured him and left a mark on him that could never be erased.
And he stole his most valuable personal possessions.
This will be a tough battle of wits and fortitude.
Li Xiaobai calmed down and entered calmly.
The room was nice and cozy, with the scent of champagne wafting over… The man sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, while the servants and bodyguards moved discreetly through the room, following their assigned routes.
“Long time no see, dear Mr. Thief. Do you still remember me?” The man stared at him with deep eyes, and his thick and long eyelashes made his eyes look friendly. Oh, don’t get me wrong; Italians have a natural, meaningful glance that they maintain even when looking at a telephone pole.
“Of course, Mr. Lorenzo.” Li Xiaobai paused. “You are the owner of ‘Guernica’, the master of the Leo family, the de facto godfather of the entire European mafia, and the person who illegally imprisoned me for twenty days.”
“That’s right, dear Mr. Thief, but you missed one thing. I am still a man whom you almost killed in bed.”
That was one of the things Li Xiaobai sought to forget—the single time he ever missed a kill. It wasn’t his fault; after all, the only weapon he had at the time was a pillow, and he had three bullet wounds in his body after being injected with a strong sedative…
So, Li Xiaobai began to look around, looked at the glass in the man’s hand, and murmured softly, “Mr. Lorenzo, I thought a gentleman like you would enjoy drinking red wine.”
“Indeed.” The man said with a smile. “But today is a day worth celebrating, and we should open the champagne.”
Lorenzo’s English had a distinct Italian accent, and the atmosphere that should have been that of a gangster was interpreted very elegantly by him. He is an average Italian male, descended from the Greek and Roman empires. He has a straight and graceful silhouette like a statue of David, a slightly curly mane, a warrior’s body, a philosopher’s temperament, and gorgeous dark gray eyes. If it were 20 years ago, he would have been the woman’s obsession. Now, this man is in his forties. Obviously, gaining women’s attention isn’t his primary goal. His job has given him the confidence and grandeur that set him apart from the young, while the passage of time has given him a deeper charm…
The man sitting on the sofa narrowed his eyes and stared intently at Li Xiaobai, who was dressed in a prison uniform. Finally, his gaze landed on the handcuffs around his wrists, and he smiled. “Gentlemen, for God’s sake, it is inhumane to lock such a beautiful creature.”
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Lorenzo placed the handcuffs into his suit pocket, rose up, drew a pistol from his chest, pointed at Li Xiaobai, and said softly, “I apologize for disturbing your bath; as compensation, we can proceed.”
Li Xiaobai stared silently at the pistol resting on his abdomen. It was a unique Italian Beretta 92SB-F, often known as the M9. The silver pistol was engraved with Lorenzo’s name, and the wooden stock was securely grasped in the man’s hand.
This pistol is a bit of a bargain with the mafia’s godfather—Lorenzo is an obstinate and nostalgic guy, but Li Xiaobai understands that if the bullet from this magnificent gun shatters his head, there will never be a bargain.
Lorenzo smiled at Li Xiaobai and said, “Please follow me.”
When they heard the words, everyone around them quickly withdrew in order.
“Turn around, dear Mr. Thief.”
Lorenzo’s voice sounded even more oppressive with the echo of the empty bathroom.
Li Xiaobai turned around obediently after glancing at the gun’s body, which was glowing with an increasingly frigid light in the bright white of the bathroom.
“Please take off your clothes; you know how much I miss it… Please maintain the virtue of kindness and let me see it.” The requested sentence was said by Lorenzo in an imperative tone, and the man turned on the shower switch mercilessly…
Ice-cold water was sprayed down immediately! Despite not being surprised, Li Xiaobai’s skin shook instinctively… Mercy? He only hoped that the man with the gun behind him could keep some of his virtue.
Lorenzo stood outside the bathtub, admiring how he shivered slightly when he became wet. It was as if a vigilant small animal had been apprehended and made to wet its fur in front of everyone. It was both adorable and challenging people’s desire for abuse…
“Aren’t you going to take it off?” The cold and hard muzzle tightened a little. “I don’t think you will like the process of me taking it off for you.”
Li Xiaobai remained motionless for a moment before rapidly undiding his shirt, tossed it aside, and bent down to remove his pants. The boy’s bent waist is taut and attractive, with no sign of fat, and he is not as skinny and feeble as a male prostitute’s pet. His slim but muscular contours are seductive and dynamic…
The man behind him began to breathe more heavily. The bright red tattoo of the lion’s sword and shield in Li Xiaobai’s hidden location gradually became visible beneath the stream of water… It was as if he was feeling the pleasure of revealing his ownership of this body to the public, which had been thrust upon Lorenzo’s mind… When his badge’s initials were mirrored profoundly on this lovely honey-colored skin, the searing compulsion scorched all the way from his lower abdomen, easily breaking the last ray of reason! The man’s lips were kissed without hesitation instead of the cold barrel…
Li Xiaobai twisted his waist slightly and was struck by a pistol from the side!
“Don’t move,” Lorenzo said, his voice raspy from lust. “We don’t want it to go off fire.”
“Mr. Lorenzo,” Li Xiaobai said, lowering his eyes. “You merely came here for that painting; now that the matter is over, I will return it to you.”
The man chuckled, the pistol in his hand fixated on the tattoo… “What if I said, I want the paintings and the people too?”
Li Xiaobai’s voice became chilly. “Mr. Lorenzo, greed is not a virtue.”
“God, you are such a bad boy who confuses right and wrong.” Lorenzo turned off the shower, stepped into the bathtub, tightly gripped Li Xiaobai’s waist, and nibbled the back of his neck. “The painting was originally mine… Returning things to their original owners is not greedy… As for you, lovely thief, after you make a mistake, compensate yourself to me as a small punishment… This is an axiom recognized by God.”
Li Xiaobai’s mouth twitched, broke away from his arms, walked to the other end of the bathtub, and sat down. “I will return the painting to you. As for the punishment, aren’t I already in prison? This is the United States; federal law comes first, and it doesn’t count if God said it to his old man.”
Lorenzo smiled and added, “You are such an interesting kid.” He then raised his hand gracefully and fired without a target! The bullet touched the tip of Li Xiaobai’s hair before entering the marble-patterned tiles behind him! There was a sharp cracking sound, and the entire tile broke apart…
Li Xiaobai didn’t move his eyelids and muttered calmly, “You won’t kill me.”
Lorenzo looked into his eyes, slowly put down the gun, nodded, and put it back into his clothes. “You’re right, I really can’t bear to part with it.”
“No, just because you killed me… no one in the world knows where ‘Guernica’ is.”
Lorenzo shook his head helplessly. “Baby, you always underestimate your own charm.”
“Mr. Lorenzo, the godfather of the Leo family,” Li Xiaobai stood up with a stern expression on his face, raised his chin slightly, and straightened his waist. “On the condition of knowing the whereabouts of ‘Guernica’, I hereby request that you make a wager with me; if you win, I will be yours from now on; if you lose, please let me go this time.”
“Do you think it is necessary for me to make this bet with you?” Lorenzo smiled playfully as he stared at Li Xiaobai for quite some time…
This wet teen is wonderfully attractive! As the de facto underground godfather of all of Europe, he has met innumerable people and seen many top beauties, each with their own distinct flavor and attitude… But someone like Li Xiaobai is so gorgeous that he is both evil and pure, with a mysterious and clean demeanor, strong and charming abilities, and a smart and calm intellect. In general, the wind allows people to see but not capture; even if they do catch it, they cannot retain its beauty… However, there is only one in front of him.
When this young man escaped from the golden cage that was guarded on all levels without being noticed, he realized that this proud black cat could not be confined.
Li Xiaobai realized it on the first day he arrived in the Texas prison. He originally intended to let him suffer in prison and experience the taste of freedom without the shelter of the beautiful golden cage. In reality, it was cruel and horrible.
Unexpectedly, his resilience and skills are much beyond his expectations. It had the beautiful fur of a Persian cat and the same tenacious adaptability and survival skills as a wild animal. This is not a house pet that can be kept around.
In fact, Lorenzo knew at least fifty ways to tie him to the bed! Iron chains, drugs, narcotics… There are endless methods to do it, but I’m afraid the person who will be tied up isn’t the agile and unruly type.
It would be a shame to ruin him.
Perhaps he should let it fly like an eagle, but it will eventually return to him.
What should be grasped is the heart, not the wings.
Lorenzo smiled. He was getting old, and his heart was becoming kinder. He was willing to give the person he liked another chance to get away from him.
“I’m not interested in your bet.” The man smiled as he stared at the young man standing upright opposite, who stiffened up. “But…”
A sound came from outside the door! The stalemate between the two was suddenly interrupted…
“What happened?”
“Mr. Leo, he is the eldest son of the Chase family. He was stopped at the door; should we let him in?”
After hearing this, Lorenzo turned around and looked at Li Xiaobai thoughtfully: “Look, your charm is something that no one dares to underestimate; is it the hero who wants to save the beauty now, or the evil knight who wants to steal the princess away from the king?”
“Am I not the best employee of the year?” Li Xiaobai scoffed.
Lorenzo laughed heartily, walked out of the bathtub, removed his wetsuit jacket, adjusted his shirt, and said, “Let him come in. The United States is the Chase family’s territory, and God teaches us to be polite to guests.”
The man walked to the door, turned around, picked up the handcuffs he’d just removed, and handcuffed Li Xiaobai to the marble table. Then he turned on the shower, checked the water temperature, and adjusted the angle.
The soothing water flow drenched Li Xiaobai again, and his hair felt itchy on his face. He shook his head, rubbed his face on his shoulder, and his chin was lifted up by the man…
“You look the most captivating when you are wet.” Lorenzo leaned over and kissed him. “I will always wait for… you to ask a kiss of forgiveness.”
The bathroom door was closed, and he wondered which switch Lorenzo pressed as he left. The wall facing the living room slowly parted, leaving just a massive frosted glass between the naked Li Xiaobai and the people moving back and forth in the room…
Li Xiaobai, who was chained in the bathtub and unable to move, was shocked for a moment before flinching slightly. Then he noticed that the people outside seemed to be unable to see the glass side at all, so he breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at the situation in the living room.
Li Xiaobai couldn’t help but freeze when he saw the “eldest son of the Chase family, the head of the American gang,” being led in.
The guest turned out to be Wolf Fang…
Thanks for the chapter<3