Rome's POV -

'Oliver Volkov.'

'He's...Ivan Volkov's son.'

Ivan Volkov, that bastard.

I was going to kill him when I got my hands on him. I'd tear him limb from limb for taking what's mine.

Right after Elijah told us all he knew, I stormed out of there after telling them to keep searching.

I recognize that boy's picture.

That fucking kid from the café months ago. How did I miss it?

The picture Elijah showed us of him looked exactly like Ivan, just younger. Why didn't I put the pieces together right there and then?

I was just so focused on Arya and her insane beauty that I missed it.

Even though I threatened the kid, I barely glanced at his ugly fucking features.

My eyes were burning with absolute rage as I drove to the café.

The two of us haven't been there in so long...

My knuckles were turning white from how hard I was gripping the wheel, yet I didn't care one bit.

Hell, my fists were still bleeding from when I punched a few holes in the wall.

As I parked near the place, I saw that the closed sign was on the door, but the lights were still on.

Walking closer, I noticed an older lady standing behind the registers, counting the money.

Clenching my fists, I knocked swiftly on the door.

The lady looked up and gave me a smile before pointing to the closed sign and shrugging.

I shook my head and knocked again, pointing to the handle.

She tilted her head slightly but made her way over, an apprehensive expression on her face.

I guess I couldn't blame her, It's not everyday that a man appears here at 2 in the morning.

I watched her hands shake slightly as she unlocked the door and opened it.

"Can I help you?" She asked with a small smile.

"Yes, are you the manager?"

"Mhm, what do you need?"

"Do you know Oliver Volkov? He works here."

The old lady stared at me for a few moments, most likely thinking in her head.

"I do, actually. He quit not too long ago due to personal reasons."

I scoffed, 'personal reasons' as in fucking 'kidnapping'.

I sighed, "Did he ever say where he lived or his phone number, anything like that?"

"Um..." She hesitated, "He did actually, when he was filling out the forms. But I cannot give them to you. They're confidential."

I gritted my teeth and then pinched the bridge of my nose.

"I'm going to get straight to the point. Oliver Volkov is involved in the kidnapping of my girlfriend."

"What!" She gasped, clutching her chest with wide eyes.

"She disappeared hours ago, and I recently discovered that Oliver had been stalking her for months now. I really need to know where he is. So if you have any information about him I need to see it."

"Oh my, that's awful! Yes please come in." She gestured with open arms and I sighed in relief.

I stood in front of the counter as I watched the lady walk to the back, most likely to find the forms.

"You can come back here dear!" She called and I did so, entering the small office.

She was sitting in a small chair behind a desk, rummaging through a drawer.

"Aha!" She smiled, grabbing a folder and opening it, gazing through the pages.

"Volkov..." She whispered to herself, her finger trailing over the names listed.

"Here we are," Pulling out one of the papers, she handed it to me.

"He put down an address and a phone number, hopefully that helps."

I simply nod and look over it. Just by looking at the address, I knew it was fake. I know each street by heart and I know this place doesn't even exist.

Good to know they don't actually check to see if the places workers write down are valid.

The number, however seemed like it was real. I'd have Elijah check it.

"Thank you, this helps a lot." I finally say, holding the paper in my hand.

She gives me a warm smile, "I do really hope you find your girlfriend soon, and to think a kidnapper was working here!"

I chuckled slightly, "Be careful out there." Is the only warning I gave her before turning and walking to the exit.

I'm coming for you baby, and I'll kill anyone who ever touches you.

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Arya's POV -

How does he know my last name?

How does he know my first name?

How does he know who I am?

Who is this Ivan Volkov?

I can only stare at him with big eyes as he continues to look down at me.

"W-Who,"

"The don." He cuts me off.

"Don?" I whisper, testing the word on my lips.

"Don of the Russian mafia."

My breath catches in my throat. Oliver wasn't lying about the mafia?

He steps closer and crouches down, similar to what Oliver did.

I shake in terror at the evil look in his eye.

"And your pathetic Rome Black is the Don of the Italian mafia."

My mouth parts, my head spins.

No.

No he's not.

He's not.

He's not in the mafia. He'd tell me.

"N-No," I shake my head. "You're lying?" I say, but it came out as a question.

"Am I?" He asks with a small tilt of his head. "You're in this position for two reasons."

"One, my son Oliver seems to have some odd attachment to you. He wants you."

My stomach twists.

"Two, I want that bastard dead once and for all. The Italian mafia needs to burn to ashes."

Tears leak out of my eyes but I barely even realize it.

Oliver is his son?

Weird obsession?

Rome is in the mafia?

The...mafia?

A sob escapes my mouth and I put my mouth over my hand.

He chuckles, "I guess he's never told you anything about his true job, has he?"

More cries escape me as I shake my head, but he says nothing.

He stand back up, "I'm also going to assume you don't know about Elijah and James."

My ears perk up at their names.

"They're apart of it too, all 3 of them. The big trio."

It keeps getting harder and harder to breath as I listen to him.

"My son has been watching you for quite a while. And It's about time you learned the truth anyways."

He continues to stare at me with those pitch black eyes, before he suddenly grips my chin hard, making me wince.

"I'm not sure whether I should kill you in front of Rome, or just let Oliver do whatever he wants with you."

More tears pour out of my cheeks as I try to pull away from his grasp, but his fingers only get tighter on my face.

"I kind of like the first option more."

He lets go of me, and by the sting that follows I know that his grip left a bruise.

"Soon enough he'll find out where you are, but that's all part of the plan."

"P-Plan?" I whisper, my teary eyes looking back to him.

"Well he's not a Don for no reason, eventually he'll be on his way here, and once he is..."

He gives me another evil smile that shakes me to my core.

"Well, I've definitely decided what I'll do with you between those two options. Oliver will get over it."

He tits his head ever so slightly,

"I'm definitely going to kill you and watch him suffer, and then I'll kill him."

More panic filled me, my whole body was trembling in fear. But his next words made me stiffen.

"Just like I killed his parents."

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The walls to the cell seemed to be caving in on me slowly.

A rush of emotions were washing over me, and I had no way to handle it.

Rome was in the mafia.

He's a don.

Ivan's a don.

Oliver is Ivan's son.

Ivan wants to kill me.

Ivan wants to kill Rome.

I'm not sure how long It's been since Ivan left the room, but I hadn't moved from my position against the wall.

With wide eyes, I stared helplessly at the door hoping Rome, James, or Elijah would magically appear to rescue me.

I tried to close my eyes once but that didn't turn out well. Images of Ivan and Oliver's wicked smiles invaded my head making my eyes immediately shoot open.

The knob to the door began to rattle again making my neck snap towards it in horror.

Goosebumps trailed up my arms at the sight of Oliver walking in once again.

"Good talk with my father?" He askes, but then my eyes narrowed at the plate he was holding.

He closed the door and took a few steps closer before standing in front of me.

I gulped before answering, "What do you think?"

I tried not to sound sassy since these people could literally kill me but I couldn't help it.

But he only chuckled, "I assume well, did he tell you his plans?"

I thought about his words for a few moments as he put the plate down in front of me.

I glanced weakly at it to see a half sandwich on it, however nausea immediately took over.

"His plans to kill me?" I asked to which confusion took over his features for a split second before it was gone.

He shook his head, "No he's not going to kill you. You're going to be mine once my father kills Rome."

Then it was my turn to shake my head frantically, "No! He's going to kill me, he told me!"

The man scoffed, "He's not, we had made a deal that once he kills Rome I could have you to myself. You're just the bait."

I was left startled for many different reasons at the moment. Ivan was playing his own son, and Oliver has an obsession over me.

"That's not what he told me. He wants to kill me in front of Rome!" I tried to convince him I was telling the truth.

"Don't fucking lie to try and get out of this Arya."

"B-But I'm not lying! That's what he told me. He doesn't care that you want...me." My nose scrunched up in distaste at that last part.

Suddenly I was picked up and shoved against the hard wall. I groaned in pain at the force.

Oliver had a tight grip on my shoulders, his nails being able to dig through my skin even while I was wearing a sweatshirt.

"Listen here bitch, I don't want to hurt you, but if you continue to try and scheme your way out of this, I have no problem with it."

I bit my lip in pain as he pushed me against the wall with more force.

"Understand?" He askes, his grip tightening.

I didn't answer, my blurry eyes looking down at the ground between us.

"I said understand?!" He boomed, making me flinch and let out a small whimper.

I nodded my head and I was dropped to the ground, my butt making contact with the floor.

Footsteps were heard before the door was being opened, followed by it being slammed closed.

I clutched my stomach as tears poured down my face for the hundredth time today.

Weak sobs escaped my mouth as I laid down on the floor, completely dismissing the grumbling of my stomach and the sandwich that was near my feet.

I didn't know what to think, my mind was swirling with so many different thoughts.

But I felt like something was missing.

There was a part of this that was still uncovered.

And when I realized it, my blood ran cold. My whole body freezing in place.

It almost felt like time stopped.

All of these issues and threats are connecting back to the mafia. Specifically the Russians.

Another soft cry left my lips as realization dawned upon me.

It was the only thing that made sense.

The reason why Rome wouldn't tell me the truth.

The whole reason we argued from the start.

The Russians had my parents.