I yawned as I opened my eyes. Gosh, I had such a weird dream. Someone kidnapped me. I sighed and blinked to adjust to the light.

Oh my fucking lord. This was not my room. No, not at all.

The room and grey polished walls and glossy tiles. The bed I was currently laying on was fluffy with dark bedsheets.

Hot damn, my kidnapper must be loaded with cash.

I let out a dry chuckle. I'm kidnapped. Again.

I got up from the bed leisurely and walked to the door. Thankfully, it opened and I dashed out. Scurrying through different hallways and passages, I stopped to take a breath. The house was indeed majestic but this was no time to check it out. I took deep breaths and ran off again, god knows where.

This place was less like a house, more like a maze. Not finding the gate, I paused once again. Who the hell got me here-

"Done checking out your new home?"

The voice was husky and deep, and somewhat familiar.

Lame pick-up line guy from yesterday night.

I could feel the person's minty breath on my shoulder. Anger swallowed me whole and I turned around to give the guy a piece of my mind, but the moment I did...well shit.

His hazel eyes seemed to be staring right into my soul. He had perfect, structured cheekbones, with a chiseled jawline. He towered over me with a height no less than 6 feet.

But I soon realized what he had done and my anger came back.

I didn't give a damn whether my kidnapper was hot. He was my kidnapper. Period.

I took a deep breath.

Why am I here?" I asked nonchalantly.

"You're pretty calm for someone who's been kidnapped," He remarked, tilting his head to the right.

"Ah, well, you get used to it."

His eyes shone with amusement and surprise. "You've been kidnapped before?"

I nodded with a simple shrug.

"I'm the mafia princess. What do you expect?"

"I mean, don't you have security or something?"

"Obviously I do. But come on, bodyguards can protect me up to a certain limit. The rest is up to me. For example, the triad in China kidnapped me last month to gain power over the American mafia. My parents had gone to the Bahamas, so the triad leader thought it would be a good time to strike."

He frowned. "Your parents had gone to the Bahamas?"

I nodded.

"They went to the Bahamas while you were getting kidnapped?"

I nodded again. "So what?"

"Weren't they concerned about you?"

I rolled my eyes. "They were more concerned about my kidnappers," I muttered.

I cleared my throat. "Anyways, you didn't answer my question. Why am I here? I'm guessing you want ransom, or control over the American mafia."

He gave a soft chuckle. "Ransom? Control over the mafia? Amore, I have everything I desire. I don't need ransom."

God, he's so full of himself.

"So why am I here then?"

"Because I want you here, with me," He shrugged.

What kind of shit logic is that?

My hands trembled with fury and I was itching to slap him right across his godly face.

He noticed that and instantly pinned me against the wall behind me, my wrists held down by his strong ones. The scent of his strong cologne hit my nose as he leaned down quite close to me.

"Listen, amore. You're here, with me, because I want you to be mine," He whispered deeply.

Is he high? Or probably tipsy?

I glared at him and shoved him off.

"No, you listen you sick pervert! I am no one's property, you understand?" I snapped. He chuckled deeply. "Why did you kidnap me? What do you want?!" I asked, reaching the limit of my patience. Tears of frustration brimmed in my eyes as he stayed silent.

He slowly reached his hand up to my cheeks and wiped my tears with the pad of his thumb.

"I want you, Xena," He murmured, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck and pulling me closer to him by my waist. "Let go of me! Leave me you bastard!" I yelled, trying my best to get out of his hold.

Remembering the training sessions I had with my dad, the memories came flooding back. I grasped his neck with my right hand and I pushed his head down, banging it on my knee. He groaned loudly as he fell to the ground, clutching his bleeding head.

Taking this opportunity, I ran. I ran like my life depended on it.

After several twists and turns, I came in front of a large glass gate. I pushed it open, fortunately it was open, and I ran out.

Oh my god. This was a bloody estate. Huge trees and fountains decorated it.

I started running again but got stopped by a guy who was dressed like a guard.

"Ma'am, who are you?" He asked, blocking my way. "Who am I?! I should be the one asking that question, you sicko! You are the guys who kidnapped me!" I yelled.

"Don, a woman is claiming that we kidnapped her. Could you come out for a minute?" The guard spoke through his ear piece. I turned to run in the opposite direction but he held my arm tightly, pulling me back.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here," The same husky voice spoke.

I gulped and slowly turned around. There he was, my kidnapper, smirking, and striding towards me.

He saw the guard holding my arm and his eyes darkened significantly.

"Let go of her," He ordered sternly, his voice cold. The guard instantly let go of my arm.

"She is your Donna, you understand?" My kidnapper asked sharply. The guard nodded. Wait-Donna? Me? He is the Don!

Everything happened within a second, the sound of a bullet, the shriek of the guy, and a loud thud sound. My kidnapper had shot the guard three times on the chest. His lifeless body lay in the pool of his own blood.

"Why did you do that?!" I yelled. I had killed people before, of course, but never innocents.

"He touched you. He touched what's mine," He gritted out.

"I am not yours you bâtard!" I yelled.

(Bastard)

He walked towards me with a stern look and within a fleeting second, I found myself dangling of his shoulder. His right hand rested on my back while his left hand was into his pocket.

"Let me go!" I yelled, throwing my legs in frantic directions but that lead him to grip my legs together. I banged his back with my fists but he remained unaffected. He walked back into the mansion making my hopes sink down. He walked to the bedroom I was initially in and dropped me on the bed.

I tried scooting away but he held my ankle and pulled me down. He pinned my wrists over my head and leaned down dangerously close to me.

"Listen, mi amore. You will live with me and you will fall in love with me," He whispered.

Confirmed. He's high.

You can't force someone to fall in love with you. You don't, and can't, control it.

"Never," I snapped. "You will," He smirked. I took a deep breath. "What's your name?" I asked hesitantly.

"Enzo Romano."

My eyes widened in recognition. I heard of him. He's call the Devil's incarnation, if not the devil himself. Ruthless. Merciless. Dangerous. My dad and him signed a couple of contracts with each other.

Enzo's eyes softened as he looked at me. He got off me and held my face in his hands, caressing my cheeks gently.

"I'll never harm you, Xena," He murmured, placing a wet kiss on my cheek. I scowled at that and shoved him away.

"If I don't fall in love with you, will you let me go?" I asked with hope. He chuckled evilly.

"No, never."

I chuckled nervously. "You're kidding, right?" I asked looking at his dead serious face. He shook his head and my face morphed into anger.

"So you expect me to stay here for the rest of my fucking life?" I yelled standing on the bed so I could match his eye level. He nodded again.

God, this man is delusional.

"Never in hell that's happening," I snarled and ran to the door but before I could take even a step further, his strong arm pushed me down on the bed.

"Listen, cara mia. You will stay with me forever. Even if it requires taking away your freedom," He snapped.

I took deep breaths. "Where am I?" I asked firmly. "You are in Sicily, mi amore," He smirked, "Welcome to Italy."

Holy fuck what.

"No-no, I can't be in Italy," I denied instantly.

"Oh but you are," He said, pulling me closer to him.

"My passport, Visa, and everything's at home. How did you manage to fly me to Italy?" I asked incredulously.

"Babe, I'm the Italian mafia leader," He reminded.

Oh, yeah.

Wait a second.

Ysaline.

Where is she?!

"Where's my friend, you dumbass!?" I yelled.

"Oh, so that annoying brat was your friend?" He asked in a bored tone.

"Listen up. She is not a brat and definitely not annoying. One word about her and I will cut your tongue off, you hear me?" I said sharply.

I insulted Ysaline several times calling her worse than a brat but we couldn't tolerate if someone else insulted them.

He looked at me with narrowed eyes. "You're threatening me?" He asked incredulously, as if no one had before.

"Yes, take it as a threat," I gritted and he laughed in amusement.

"Where is she?" I repeated.

"She's with Dante," He replied simply.

"And who is Dante?" I asked, not liking the sound of it.

"My best friend, and my 2nd in command."

"Take me to her," I ordered.

He raised his eyebrow perfectly. "What makes you think you're in control?"

"Listen, Enzo. I don't give a fuck about who's in control. What I do give a fuck about though, is in knowing why you kidnapped me."

He chuckled. "We'll come to that later. Now, let's go meet your friend, shall we?" He said, gripping my wrist and pulling me out of the room with him. He stopped in front of a door and pushed it open.

What I saw made me gasp.

Ysaline was pinned down on the bed by a hot guy.

So he's Dante, I see.

She was struggling against his grip. I ran to them and shoved the guy off her.

"Don't you dare get near her, you get me?" I asked sharply to the guy.

"Xen, who are they?" Ysaline asked with an edge to her voice. "Heard of Enzo Romano?" I asked and she nodded.

I pointed to Enzo.

"It's him."

Ysaline's eyes widened and she got up and stood behind me as I shielded her.

"Listen, our mafias have an alliance and a good relation. Why do you need us?" I asked sharply.

Enzo and that guy smirked. "I just want you, Xena," He said with a shrug. I chuckled humorlessly. "Yeah right," I said with an eye roll.

"Xen, your gun," Ysaline whispered and realization dawned over me.

That asshole forgot to disarm me. He's so dumb. I've gotta wait for the perfect time to strike.

"Okay, let's go back to our room," Enzo declared.

"Wait what? Our room?"

He nodded. "You didn't think you'd have your own room, did you?" He smirked and once again carried me over his shoulder. From the corner of my eyes I saw Ysaline trying to reach out to me to help me but got pulled back by Dante. I tried kicking my legs but obviously failed. He carried me back to the bedroom and dropped me on the bed.

"I want water," I said so I could distract him. He nodded with a smile and walked to a mini fridge beside the bed. He opened and removed a bottle of water.

In the meantime, I pulled out my gun from the holster and aimed at his back. The moment Enzo turned, he froze after seeing me pointing a gun at him but soon cracked a grin.

What the fuck? I was this close to shooting him and he thinks it's a joke.

"You would actually shoot me?" He said with a chuckle.

I smirked. You think I won't?" I asked. He shook his head.

With a grin, I pulled the trigger and the sound of the bullet went off. Before the bullet shot him, Enzo had stepped to the right, making it a clear miss.

The look on his face made me tremble but I didn't show it.

There goes my chance. I just blew it.

He took threatening steps towards me and in a second, snatched the gun out of my hands.

"Hey! That's my favorite! Touch her and I'll poison your drink and drown you in Nile you hear me?!" I threatened. He shook his head and tucked my gun into his holster.

"Now, you tried to shoot me," He began, walking closer to me. I swallowed the lump in my throat and my gaze turned to the door in his room. Could I maybe-?

Enzo saw what I was thinking and moved his index finger from the right to left, motioning me not to do it.

Like hell I'll listen to him.

Giving him a nasty glare, I dashed to the door and opened it. I was about to step out when he harshly pulled me back by my waist. He closed the door and slammed me against the wall, pinning my wrists in each side. He leaned closer to me.

"So you love to defy me," He whispered and I nodded like it was the most obvious thing.

"I love your rebellious nature, amore. I truly do. Never loose it," He murmured, tracing my jaw, cheekbones, collar with his sharp nose making me take a deep breath. "You're a rebel. My rebel," He whispered.

"How many times should I tell you this? I am no one's property! Get that inside your thick skull!" I yelled, trying to get him off me but he just tightened his hold.

"You're not anyone's property, Xena. But it doesn't change the fact that you're mine," He said sharply.

"I swear to god, if you keep me here for more than a day, I'll kill you in your sleep," I threatened. He had a glint of amusement in his eyes.

"Leave a day, darling. I'm going to keep you here forever," He whispered, kissing my earlobe.

"Enzo, lis-" The moment I said his name, his eyes turned darker.

"Say it again," he cut me off, "say my name."

I stared at him in confusion, but then realization struck me.

Of course.

He got turned on, didn't he?

"No, I won't say it," I said adamantly.

He gave a deep chuckle. "You're such a rebel," he whispered.

"Listen. My parents must be waiting for me. Gabriel and Alexei must be worried," I tried explaining.

His eyes snapped up to me when I said that. "Who's Gabriel and Alexei?" he asked sternly.

"Seriously? This is the only thing which interests you?" I asked in surprise.

"Answer my question," he gritted out. I glared at him.

"Alexei is my parent's best friend's son, more like my brother," I said rolling my eyes.

"And who's Gabriel?" he urged.

"My boyfriend," I lied. His whole demeanor changed to petrifying.

His eyes turned cold and black. His jaw clenched tightly and his fisted his hands so hardly the knuckles were turning white.

I knew I shouldn't have said that when he picked me up by my waist and literally threw my on the bed. He straddled me and pushed me down, leaning towards my neck. "I'm going to show you who you belong to," He whispered and started his assault.