Chapter 3

My meeting with Christiano had left me completely frazzled. I was in such a state of shock, that I completely forgot where my room was. I kept walking the hallways avidly looking for my door. Eventually I found the room, running inside I closed the door firmly behind me. I cannot believe what just happened, I had thought I had more self restraint than that but there was just something that made me trust him..which I knew was absolutely stupid because it would come back to bite me.

I needed to sort my head out, was I actually beginning to sucombe to this lifestyle? After one of the longest shower in history I threw myself on the bed, allowing the soft silk covers to suck me in.

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"svegliati baby" a vague voice echoed through my dreams. "'svegliati" a warm hand caressed my face, shocking me awake.

"what the fúck?" I blurted out, my heart racing inside of my chest

"hey mind your language baby" Christiano stood up off the bed, straightening up his suit.

"why are you in my room? have you never heard of knocking?" 

"since I own this room and I own you I'm pretty sure I can go where I want when I want" he smirked, before stalking over to the dresser where he moved around the empty picture frame 

"You own this place?" I reached for the dressing gown which was draped over the arm chair near my bed before pulling it closely to my body.

"Of course." he turned, a wicked look in his eyes. "Have you ever heard of the mafia?" 

"I've heard stories...mainly rumours" 

"they are all true baby. I am what they call the capo... boss..."

"so your telling me your behind everything?" he looked confused at my cryptic question "but your so innocent!" 

"I am the exact opposite of that... I think you know that from last night" my eyes widened in panic as the memories came flooding back 

"yeah... well I need to go, I've got rehearsals soon" I stood up from the bed

"not today." he placed his hands deeply in his pockets. "your coming out with me today."

"no thank you" I made my way into the bathroom, attempting to shut the door a foot blocked it causing a loud thud.

"Rule number one: if the boss tells you to do something you do it" he pushed the door open, his strength overpowering mine. "Do you remember what that perky blonde said to you?"

"Angel?" he nodded "well yes... but I don't see how that links to this"

"As a reward for your...captivating performance I am going to take you out"

"can't I just walk out?"

"no. our girls don't leave here without being accompanied by one of my men. And beside someone's got to keep you on your leash, I have a feeling you are the gobby type"

"and my bites as bad as my bark so I'd watch what you call me." his face dropped, the once wicked grin becoming a cold scowl.

"the only time you will bite is if I tell you to"

"it's a figure of speech..." he seemed to search his head before pulling out his phone and typing something into it. 

"okay your lucky this time baby." he just Googled it...he totally Googled it.

"get dressed, I'll meet you by Angelo's office in 10 minutes. don't be late" and with that he turned out of the room slamming the door behind him. Sh!t today was going to be fun.

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I had no clue where Christiano was taking me. I decided to go with something suitable for all occasions, my favourite black skinny jeans with rips over the knees and a flowing black and white chevron top. I grabbed my leather jacket before walking out of the room to meet with the devil himself. 

I made my way towards Angelo's office, but stopped suddenly when I heard him by the bar inside the main room. I turned my head slightly seeing some plastic girl draping herself over him, her fake boobs bobbing as she moved around. I coughed loudly, watching in amusement as both of both of their heads shot towards me. I inwardly smirked as I watched Christiano shove the flustered girl away from him, before sauntering over to where I stood.

"having fun are we?" 

"I just sat down for a minute and she mobbed me" he leant against the wall that smirk of his returning quickly. 

"you looked very distressed." 

"I cannot help it if beautiful women want to be near me" he nodded his head towards the door, "So what is a good girl like you doing in my club?" Christiano broke the silence "did daddy cut you off or something?"

"I wish, daddy doesn't care enough." I muttered, my eyes fixed on the scenery which sped past us. "I was just not good enough for them"

"then they must be stupido. do you want me to hunt them down and make them pay" my head shot towards him, thinking he was serious... but when I noticed his sarcasm I just looked away again. 

He was going to be trouble.