hi! there will be a part 3 which might be the end part.

In the morning, you wake up with Giorno next to you, sleeping soundly.

"Did we... no, we didn't," you reassure yourself. Why is he even in your bed? You genuinely feel like smacking his face, but the view of his soft face and messy hair stops you.

You head to the shower to freshen up. Nobody bothered to take your makeup off, so everything was smudged and your hair looked like a bird's nest.

The shower was huge. There were four shower heads and it extended along the entire wall. The water pressure was just right, as was the temperature.

You relax and close your eyes, but you shoot your eyes open and cover yourself when you hear the door open.

"Don't be shy, Y/N. I only need to get a towel," Giorno smirks.

"Oh my god, get the fuck out you creep!" you yell at him.

He gets his towel slowly, basically staring at you. He walks out, but before closing the door he says, "There is no need to hide your body from me. You're beautiful."

He shuts the door, leaving you a flustered mess.

After your shower, Giorno's friend, Mista, guides you to Giorno's car so that you two can go shopping.

"You take too long," your captor complains.

You say nothing and look out the window until you arrive at a street full of designer stores.

You walk in and immediately start looking at the most expensive things. Your plan was to blow all of Giorno's money, or at least try to. Your plan was also to tease him because you will never be his.

You try on a tight, shimmering black dress and come out to see his reaction.

He took off his sunglasses in surprise, mouth half open.

Sexy outfits on sexy outfits, you tried pushing Giorno to his limit.

You finally put on a 5-thousand euro outfit. It was loose, stylish, and comfy. It wasn't sexy at all. It was more sophisticated. This is your actual style, after all.

You come out of the change rooms, and he smiles, "You look amazing."

You scoff, "You didn't say anything when I tried on those dresses."

"That's because I knew you were teasing me. You were probably trying to drive your ex-boyfriend off the edge with your club outfit. I like your actual style, Y/N. It matches your personality," he compliments you.

A small smile forms on your lips, "You don't know me."

"Not yet. Look, I bought you this while you were changing," he pulls out a jewellery box.

"Giorno, we just met-"

He stops you, "Relax, open it."

You open it to a beautiful rose gold watch encrusted with diamonds.

Your jaw drops open, "I can't accept this, it looks too expensive."

You try handing it to him but he takes your hand and closes it around the box, "I am the boss of Passione. Nothing will ever be too expensive. I would give you the moon if I could."

His words made you feel butterflies in your stomach. He seemed so genuine and sweet. Maybe he isn't as lust-driven as you thought he was.

"Let's go to another shop, amore. You need to pack for my business trips around Europe," he spoke.

You furrow your eyebrows, "You may hold me captive with you in Italy, but I am not leaving for your shady business."

"What I do is almost like an entrepreneur's job. Like an investor. I own hotels, malls, casinos, and more. Not just in Italy, but around Europe. I'm checking on them because I've left them in the care of other businessmen. You can stay on my yacht and out of my business if you'd like," he explains as he hands his credit card to the employee.

You walk out of the store, content with the purchase, but not content with Giorno.

Giorno stops you in your tracks, "I need you to be with me, Y/N. It's safer for you."

You glare at his emerald green irises. Your favourite shade of green.

"What's safer for me is staying in your mansion with dozens of your men protecting me," you spat.

He puts his hands on your shoulders and lowers himself for more direct eye contact, "They might betray me. I only trust Mista, but he is no match for multiple people with stands. I want to protect you myself, cara."

You can tell he had more to say, so you keep staring into him to break his silence.

He sighs and goes on, "I was in your bed this morning because I fell asleep watching you. That sounds weird, I know. But you felt unreal. I thought I'd never see you again, but you were in bed. Alive. Breathing. Warm to the touch. I know you don't love me yet, but you will. I guarantee it."

"You can't tell me who I will love," you retort and walk into the next store, Giorno following behind you.

~~~~~~

1 week later...

You wake up with a killer headache. You feel uneven floor as you run to the bathroom, flinging yourself to the toilet to vomit.

"Y/NNN... I have something for you!" Mista sings through your door.

"Come in!" you shout as you quickly wash your mouth and meet him at the bedroom door.

He comes in, "Why do you look like..."

"Like shit? I know. I feel so seasick! Why did Giorno make me come with him?" you groan, "Where are we?"

He sits down on your bed with you and shows you what he got, "Sardinia."

You raise an eyebrow at what he gave you.

It's the tight, shimmery black dress you first tried on when you went shopping. Except, it wasn't as short. It was down to your knees.

"Giorno got this for you because we have a party to attend at a club. I know it's not your style, but-"

"Mista, can you get this tailored to be three inches shorter?," you say devilishly.

"Y/N... what are you planning?" Mista asks, concerned.

"Nothing! I think that you'll find a very lovely lady at the party tonight," you respond encouragingly.

Mista smiles, "I sure hope I do."

For the past week, Mista has been your guide and protection while Giorno was gone to his "meetings". You two went fine dining, shopping, and everything a best friend does. Mista believes that you shouldn't be kept by Giorno, but he tells you that the Boss is a good person.

You stay on the yacht until evening, reading xcvoid's Wattpad oneshots. Mista takes you to your stylists, and they completely transformed you. You didn't look innocent at all. You had smokey eyes, gemstones above your eyebrows and cheekbones, maroon lipstick, and curly/straight hair (opposite of what hair you have). You looked irresistible.

You enter the club, hand in hand with Mista (so you don't get lost) while you walk to the bar. He spots a gorgeous woman, and tells you he'll be back in a minute.

You look around the club, spotting Giorno on a private balcony on the top floor. He was talking and laughing with pretty woman with pink hair. He gave her the sweetest smiles, and to be honest, it made you jealous.

You didn't even love Giorno. It's just the fact that he showed his undying love for you, yet he's getting it on with another woman.

You smile at the irony and walk around a bar to find yourself someone to talk to. After a few seconds, you spot a handsome brown-haired man with olive green eyes.

"Hi," you say sweetly as you sit next to him.

"Hey," he replies, looking you up and down. You order a martini.

"Great choice," he says as the bartender gives him his drink— which was also a martini.

You both laugh and stare at each other a little in silence.

"So, what brings you here?" you ask.

"You want the honest truth?" he responds.

You lean your chin on your arm, interested, "Of course."

He looks around before admitting, "I'm part of the Sardinian mob. Well, I'm a capo. My team wanted to see Passione's don because he's here."

"That is definitely not what I was expecting," you laugh lightly.

"Oh? what were you expecting?" he asks.

You think, "Well, maybe a heartbre-"

"Ahem. Sorry to bother you two, but I'd like to borrow the lady," a stern voice demands, "Or rather, I'd like you to return her to me."

"Don Giovanna, what a surprise! I didn't know she was your girlfriend," your new friend laughs nervously.

"I'm not his girlfriend," you cut in.

"Adriano. You weren't doing anything ill-intended with her, I hope. Excuse us," Giorno grabs your hand and drags you to a more remote place.

"What do you want? I was having fun," you hiss.

He looks you up and down, a little mad, "What are you wearing?"

Your plan worked.

"The dress you bought me?" you act dumb.

"The dress I bought you was longer than this," he points out.

"Same dress," you shrug.

"Go back to the yacht," he demands.

You scoff, "This isn't a school. There is no dress code. Go back to that cotton candy woman on your balcony, you were having lots of fun with her like Adriano and I."

He sighs, frustrated, "You did all this with Adriano because you were jealous of Trish? We're very old friends, Y/N. Nothing more. She knows about you. Well, all I can really talk about up there is you. I don't want anyone seeing you like this, just me."

"You're selfish. Go talk to Trish some more, you hopeless romantic," you pout sarcastically and caress his cheek before walking back off to the bar.

He grabs your wrist and turns you back to him, "I like when you do that. I'm not a bad person, Y/N, and you'll realize that. I know it."

His words sink in a bit, and you turn back to the bar. All he could talk about was you?

part 3 coming soon!!