She didn’t look scared after he’d finally spoke to her, no, he she looked surprised but soon the expression was off her face and replaced with the look he now knew was her natural mask. She liked to look like it was just another normal day for her or rather she wanted it to seem like she didn’t care that she was trapped in this mansion and that he practically owned her now. She smiled at him, again. That fucking smile! Luigi walked up to her with a silly grin on his face, he wished he could’ve said he missed Romeo but the both of them were practically the same thing, smiling only when they saw pretty women, a weakness that he swore to never have or rather, a weakness that was beaten out of him. Women, men, they were all the same to him, all that should matter is to keep the family business thriving and the Guerriero legacy alive and still at the top. She, and her stupid brother Nicholas were trying to ruin that, but they would not! He would use her to make an example to his men

“I saw the woman running out of the restaurant Don, should I call the men to get her?” Alexander was still staring at Pietro with a wide smile on his face, he enjoyed just how drenched in sweat the man was but not the stench that came with it though. Pietro’s uninjured hand shook, he held the pen in his hand but still hesitated. Despite the fact that his cheeks were wet with tears and his eyes were wide with fear. Alexander had to commend the bastard. He had heart…maybe a false courage but that wouldn’t be a problem, he would break him down, piece by piece…he had all the time in the world. “You don’t want to?” He told rather than ask Pietro. Pietro coughed and groaned in pain, then he shook his head…cute. “Leave her to enjoy the streets a Al little…it’s always better to see their eyes when their hopes have been crushed no?” He’d finally given an answer to Enzo, the man nodded and took a few steps back, his hands behind his back as he patiently waited for his boss to be done. “Now

Rain stared dumbly at the patch of grass that peaked through the open door. She stared…and then took two steps forward. What was she supposed to do? She wasn’t sure she would get this opportunity again. To walk out that door, to leave, to find her way out of here. Rain inhaled deeply and she opened the door completely, she walked out of the cabin. Fresh fucking air! Rain breathed in the scent of the roses deeply, she was outside, finally. She looked around, there was no one sight, not a single soul here to tell her to get back into the cabin or to shoot her in the head for disobeying orders. Rain walked, she could vaguely remember the path her and Elisa had followed to the mansion. And then what? The question crossed her mind. Was she going to walk into the mansion or try to sneak of the goddamn property! Her heart began to pound hard against her ribcage. She could sneak out, she could hide in the shadows until she was out of there. And then what? Then she’d go to an embas

Andrea Salvatore watched as her supposed fiancé left the house, leaving her standing there alone because his men followed behind him.They all walked past her, avoiding her gaze but she could tell they wanted to laugh, they wanted to make fun of her, for pushing herself on a man who clearly didn’t love her.But she loved him nevertheless and as long as her father still had power he would still be here’s, no matter how many times he ridicules her in front of his men or no matter how many times he hurts her feelings… Alexander is a man of great power, at his young age he had already brought down countless clans that rose against him and his rule, he was born into this world and raised with the sole knowledge that he would be the head, he would be the leader…he would be the Don.A man like that isn’t easy to come by, a man as ruthless and as cunning as Alexander Guerriero. He was smart, handsome, talented and powerful, everything a woman like Andrea needed.He was patiently for her

Two weeks. Rain had officially spent two weeks in Alexander’s mansion, in the cabin, in Italy. She hadn’t seen him in the past few days, she couldn’t help but think of him, wonder if he thought of her or if he even remembered she existed. It probably had something to do with Andrea, Rain was somewhat glad that she couldn’t see him…being in his presence sometimes clouded her mind and hated the fact that she wasn’t feeling what she was supposed to toward him. Aldo came by often, every evening to be exact, at some point he and Elisa were coming almost everyday. Elisa would clean the cabin despite Rain offering to help countless times, then she took Rain’s dirty clothes away and then returned with them, washed, the very next day. Rain knew she could leave the cabin, she was tempted to walk around, to enjoy the scenery but as long as she was still not allowed to leave the property, she knew she wouldn’t be able to enjoy anything. No matter how nice the people were—except for Elisa—Ra