After a few hours of trying to come up with a believeable lie on why I shouldn't go meet Vincenzo's parents, I've come up with absolutely nothing.

He left the penthouse after telling me that he is going to punish me. I don't even know what that means but I'm scared to find out.

When I was done showering, I walked into my room to find multiple shopping bags on my bed. A small note from Vincenzo only had the words 'Wear something nice, amore.' was left between the clothing and shoes.

I chose the simplest dress in the shopping bags because the rest are a bit too revealing and short for dinner with his family.

The dress I chose hugs my body perfectly, outlining curves I didn't know I had and it makes my waist look like I'm a tiny black Barbie doll.

I grab the silver chains from the box that came in one of the shopping bags and hook one around my waist while I clip the other around my neck.

I put on a pair of black heels Vincenzo got for me and smile down at my shoes. He's already spoiling me this much and it's a bit worrisome but it also makes me feel a little wanted.

I've never worn a pair of heels in my life and I don't think I can walk in these to safe my life.

The shoes look good on me but I don't think I'm going to keep them on for long. I might end up walking around without shoes at some point.

Just like a baby taking it's first steps, I take small steps forward, trying my hardest to not fall flat on my ass. I walk to the dressing table across the bed and sit down on the comfy, cushioned seat.

I look up at myself in the mirror and realise that my hair is a mess. I pull one of the drawers open and it's packed with hair products and different types of combs and brushes, all of them a gift from Vincenzo.

I pick a black hair brush from the drawer and brush my hair out, taming the wild locks for the time being. I decide to gel all of my hair down to keep it more tamed for tonight.

I tie the rest of my hair that wouldn't stay down at the back of my head with a black hair tie.

To finish the whole hairdo, I lay down my edges and smile at the good job I actually did. Laying down edges is not an easy task and today they actually look good.

I open the other drawer and find little make-up, a clear indication that Vincenzo does not like a woman with make-up.

I sigh as I pop the cap on the liquid eyeliner and draw thin wings at the edges of my eyes. To finish my bare minimum make-up, I spread a layer of clear lip gloss acrosss my lips.

I get up and grab my phone from the bed and a small purse that also came with the many gifts Vincenzo got for me. I toss the lip gloss into the purse and put my phone inside.

Before walking to the door, I look at myself in the full body mirror to make sure I look respectable for the Martinelli family.

As I open the door to my room, my eyes lift off the ground, my soul escaping from my body when I see a figure leaning against the doorframe. I step back as my hand shoots up to my chest.

"Sorry," Riccardo is quick to apologise when he sees my hand resting over my pulsating heart. His eyes travel down my outfit and he frowns before lifting his eyes back up to mine.

"You don't like?" I ask in a small voice. "I can go change," I say as I turn around to walk back to the closet and pick something else.

Riccardo grabs my wrist and chuckles. "Sorellina, you look amazing, but I don't know if Vincenzo will be able to control himself."

I slowly turn back around and he smirks. "Let's just get going," he says and I nod while hooking my arm around his elbow.

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Riccardo helps me out of the Lamborghini – correction, my Lamborghini – that I still can't get over. I can't believe that Vincenzo actually bought me car after knowing me for only a few hours.

I don't know if he is trying to buy my affection by spending his money, and if he is then I will return this car and the gifts he just got me.

My affection is not for sale and I hope he knows this, or I'll just have to tell him to clear up the air.

Riccardo walks besides me while Angelo and Nicola stay behind us. There's a bunch of armed men walking around in the same suits as Angelo and Nicola but they don't look as handsome as my two friends do in their suits.

This place is beautiful and very spacious. It's mostly covered by tall trees and shrubs, the green colour overpowering everything else.

"Is this where the Martinelli family lives?" I ask while looking up at Riccardo.

He shakes his head before looking down at me with a smile. "My family and Vincenzo's family bought this place a while ago just so we could get together in one place for some familigia time," he explains, joy jumping between his dark green eyes.

"Vincenzo, Lorenzo and myself practically grew up here. Our mothers practically raised us together while our father's were making better names for our families," he adds with the biggest grin on his handsome face.

His green eyes glow with the joy of his childhood memories. This place means so much to him and I feel a bit special that both he and the Martinelli brothers are allowing me access to it.

Angelo opens the large front doors for us and we step into the house. A shiver goes down my spine as the cool air of the house passes by.

If it's this quiet then everyone has to be in the dinning room. I'm getting very anxious and nervous about this whole dinner with his famlily.

I don't know how they are going to react when they see me because I'm not the same race as Vincenzo. I don't think it's a common thing for people in the Sicilian Mafia to get involved with people outside their kind.

A lot of things can go wrong tonight but I'm just hoping I can make it through without making an absolute fool out of myself.

We walk down the wide hallway, past a few marble statues. "Are these The Twelve Titans?" I ask while pointing to one of the statues.

"Uhh... I don't know," Riccardo awkwardly answers. "I've been in this house a million times but I don't know what these statues represent," he admits.

I pull my hand free from his hold and walk over to one of the statues of a woman. I look over her face and study her features, trying to remember which titan she is.

"This is Themis, goddess of divine law and order," I say as I finally figure it out while touching the statue. "She was part of the Greek titans and titanesses."

"Your name is also from Greek mythology, right?" I nod while while turning back to face Riccardo. "What does it mean?"

"Well according to mythology, Nyx was a goddess that had the ability to bring sleep and death to the human race," I say while stepping closer to him.

While growing up, all I could do was study Greek mythology when I didn't have to study for school. I don't know why my mother named me after a Greek goddess but I'm glad and thankful she named me after such a powerful goddess.

"Even Zeus, the King of Greek gods, feared Nyx because she was stronger than him, older too. She could even control shadows and darkness," I explain and he smirks.

"Then you are just perfect for this organisation. We need someone who can control darkness and bring death to humans," he says with a wink and I giggle.

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Nyx ... the goddess of night.

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