When the person from the other end replied, Enzo's eyes widened. I raised my brow in question. After staring at me for a few seconds, he spoke up.

"It's your dad."

My eyes doubled in happiness.

"Dad! It's me! Xena!" I yelled as loudly as I could but before I could speak a thing further, Enzo clamped his hand over my mouth.

"He knows you're with me," He informed.

He does? Even better.

Enzo listened to what dad was saying and then turned to me.

"He wants to talk to you," He said, putting the phone on speaker.

"Xen, darling, are you fine?" Dad's concerned voice asked.

"Yeah dad," I replied with a sigh.

"Thank god. Those fucking Germans, I'm gonna kill those bastards! What did they do to you?"

"Oh, well...nothing much. Just a few punches, slaps, kicks here and there, and-" I paused.

Should I tell him about me getting shot? Dad was damn over protective of me, and if he found out that I got shot, the name of the German mafia would be erased from history the very next second.

"And what?" Dad urged.

"Karl shot me."

Silence...

"I. Will. Kill. Him."

Dad's voice had turned lethal.

"Oops, I already did," I chuckled.

Enzo's eyes widened hearing that.

"Proud of you, Xe," I could practically visualize dad smiling.

I smiled.

"Who saved you?" Dad asked curiously.

"Oh, well, you see...After I shot Karl, I escaped the warehouse. I figured that Enzo's estate would be nearby as I spotted the same bridge I saw 3 years back. Long story short, I went knocking on Enzo's door and he saved me."

I saw Enzo puffing out his chest in pride after I said that.

"Oh, so Enzo saved you, huh?" Dad asked.

"Yeah."

"T'a-t-il encore kidnappé?" Dad asked in French.

(Has he kidnapped you again?)

"Euh, je ne suis pas trop sûr. Il dit qu'il me laissera partir après ma guérison, mais je ne le crois pas," I replied back.

(Uh, I'm not too sure. He says he will let me go after I recover but I don't believe him.)

I saw Enzo giving me confused glances.

Course he doesn't know French.

"Mieux vaut ne pas le croire. Combien de temps vous faudra-t-il pour récupérer?"

(Better not believe him. How long will it take for you to recover?)

"Enzo," I called out, "how long did the doctor say it'll take for me to recover?"

"A month."

Ugh.

"Un mois," I informed dad.

(A month)

"Bien. S'il vous laisse partir dans un mois, alors très bien. Mais s'il ne le fait pas, j'enverrai des hommes vous chercher. D'accord?" Dad instructed.

(Good. If he actually does let you go in a month, then fine. But if he doesn't, I'll send men to get you. Okay?)

"Oui."

"Love you, Xe. Stray strong," Dad whispered softly, and hung up.

"Love you too, pops..."

Just then, the door opened, and who I saw, made my jaw hung open.

"Ysaline?" I whispered, not believing my eyes.

A wide smile etched on her face.

"Xena!" She exclaimed, running towards me. Dante came in, running after her.

"How, and why, are you here?" I asked in panic.

Did Dante kidnap her?

"Calm down, Xe-Xe. I booked a flight to Sicily once I got to know you were here."

"And how did you get to know I was here?"

She rolled her eyes and smacked my head. "I always knew you had short term memory loss. Remember those earrings we got for your birthday? You're wearing them right now. We put a tracker in it."

Ohhhh.

"Listen, we need to escape," She said in panic.

Dante and Enzo rolled their eyes.

"We're not holding you captive again," Enzo sighed and Dante nodded. "We don't make the same mistake twice."

"You're not letting me go!" I argued.

"I said I'd only let you go once you recover! Not before!" He yelled back.

"If you aren't holding us captive, why is she handcuffed?" Ysaline asked, pointing at the cuffs bounded around my wrists.

"Because she wants to leave," Enzo argued.

"She wouldn't want to leave if she wasn't held captive," Ysaline snarled.

He sighed. "Look, I really want Xena to recover. I don't want to make the same mistake twice."

That seems genuine.

Alright....

Maybe that is character development.

Woohoo!

Kudos to Enzo!

"Okay....but why not let me go now? I can recover better in Paris, that's my home," I debated.

He just shook his head. "I want to spend more time with you. Look, even though I felt broken- I was broken when you pretended to die, and even though I want to punish you badly for that, I can't. I still love you..."

Hearing that, my heart fluttered.

Ugh.

Stupid, stupid heart.

"So...you forgive me?" I muttered softly, "for, uh, dying?"

That sounded weird.

He gave me a smile, but I could sense the hint of sadness behind it.

"I forgive you," He whispered.

Phew.

"Amore, my sister's coming for dinner today and she' eager to meet Ysaline and you," He suddenly informed.

What-he has a sister?

"You told your sister about Ysa and me?" I asked. He nodded with a smile.

"Yeah. She needs to know her future sister in law, after all," Enzo said cockily and I scoffed.

"Alright, vita mia. Get ready," He said, kissing my cheek.

I nodded, glad to be unrestrained. He took out a key from his pocket and unlocked my cuffs. I sighed and rubbed my wrists gently.

Enzo held my hands in his and kissed them softly.

"Okay, cara mia. The closet is over there," He said, pointing to a door on my right, "and the bathroom is over there," He then pointed and the door on my left.

He kissed my hands gently and then left the room.

I sighed and limped my way to the bathroom.

Damn, Luther and Karl really did a number on me.

Wow...

The bathroom looked like a bloody room itself. Glossy black tiles, a dark oak dresser on top of which a long mirror was placed.

I stepped into the shower and took a comforting shower. I stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me and secured it with a tight knot.

I walked into the walk in closet and scanned the female sections. He surely spent an arm and a leg for it.

I suddenly jumped, feeling a hot, minty breath on my shoulder. I turned around and saw Enzo gazing at me with adoration...and love?

"Amore, you look so tempting right now," He whispered huskily in my ear, the smell of cologne and coffee hitting my nose in an instant.

Ew, this was not cute.

"Shut up," I snapped, walking past him.

But he had some other plans.

Enzo grabbed my waist and pinned me against the wall, locking both my wrists above me, with his right hand.

He leaned towards me and sensually kissed my nape.

Oh, fuck.

He trailed wet sloppy kisses from my collar bone to jaw. Enzo kissed a particular spot in my neck and I let out a quiet moan.

I felt him smirk. "Found it," He huskily murmured, sucking on the same spot he kissed.

He scooped both my hands in one of his and pinned it above me as he continued his assault. He kept on sucking and biting on my sensitive skin softly, leaving bruises, or hickies.

I didn't stop him...

After what seemed an hour, he pulled back and licked his lips.

Well, fuck me.

This shouldn't have happened. I ran to the mirror.

Fucking purple hickies all over my neck.

"They look quite good on you," Enzo whispered, kissing my cheek, and walking out of the door.

What the fuck just happened?

Bastard.

Fucker.

Dickhead.

Dumbass.

Wait- why was I even cursing him?

Taking a deep breath, I calmed down.

Finally, I decided to wear a white oversized sweater and denim blue baggy jeans and tied my hair into a messy bun.

I wasn't a big fan of makeup but because of those stupid hickies, I covered them with a primer and a concealer.

I tried my best, but I couldn't conceal them fully. I groaned and just gave up.

How the fuck do you even use a concealer?

Sighing, I walked out of the room.

Okay, where's the dining hall?

I looked right and left but the house looked like a bloody maze to me.

"Cara mia!" I heard a husky voice yell. I saw Enzo walked towards me with a smile.

He kissed my cheek.

Enzo then sighed. "I'm sorry for what happened back there-"

"Don't be, I liked it."

I surprised him, and myself, with what I just said.

Bitch, what the fuck is wrong with you? I could practically hear my subconscious asking me.

Enzo's eyes widened, but then he smiled. "I'll be joining you guys in sometime. In the meantime, the dining hall is straight, to the right. Alright?"

I nodded and followed his directions.

Ysaline and Dante were already seated.

"Oooh, what's on your neck, Xena?" Dante teased.

Oh shit, the hickies.

"Just a spider bite," I lied smoothly, drinking a sip of water.

Just then, Enzo walked in and sat beside me.

"Here comes the spider," Ysaline sang.

I spat out the water from my mouth while Dante laughed his ass off. Ysaline smirked, before laughing along with Dante.

Bloody idiots.

"Amore, my sister and uncle are going to arrive in some time," He informed.

His uncle's gonna come too?

Wow, let's see how this dinner goes...

We all were patiently waiting for Enzo's sister and uncle to arrive.

"Enzo, why doesn't your sister live with you?" I asked curiously.

"She does live with me. She had gone to my uncle's house for her vacations."

"Why wasn't she there the last time you kidnapped me?"

He fisted his hands when I said kidnapped. "Because she had gone for a sleepover to her friend's house for a week."

I nodded.

The doorbell rang.

"Aria! Could you go check the door?" Enzo yelled.

Aria? She was still working here?

I heard a shuffling of footsteps and then 2 people came forth.

A beautiful young lady and an old man.

The woman had long brown hair and had a similar facial structure like Enzo's. They had several similarities, it was obvious that they were siblings. The only difference was that Enzo had chocolate brown eyes, while she had striking green ones.

The old man, on the other hand, looked dominating. He has disheveled white-grayish hair and radiated the 'don't mess me' aura.

The woman saw me and squealed.

"Hi, I'm Gianna. You must be Xena! Enzo told me all about you," She said, pulling me in for a hug. I awkwardly hugged her back.

"He told me about your escape plan, and I must say, it was fab! Very few people actually manage to fool Enzo, and you were one of them. I mean- pretending to be dead? Damn, girl!" She whisper-yelled in my ear.

I chuckled and pulled back from the hug.

"I am Emilio, Enzo and Gianna's uncle," The old man said, shaking my hand. His voice sounded raspy, but soft.

"I'm Xena King," I replied.

His lips curved up into a soft smile. "Nice to meet you, my dear."

Oh, he's nice.

"So, how did you come back to Sicily?" Gianna asked, walking to the dining hall with me.

I sat between Ysaline and Gianna. Dante sat in front of Ysaline, Emilio sat in front of Gianna and Enzo sat in front of me.

"Well, the Romanians kidnapped me, beat the shit out of me, and shot me. I managed to escape by killing Cristian, the 2nd in command. I decided to ask Enzo for help since his estate was nearby."

Everyone stared at me.

"Okay," Gianna stretched the 'a', and slowly nodded. Then, she grinned. "You're a fighter."

I chuckled.

I liked her already.

"Aria, bring the food!" Enzo yelled.

Few seconds later, Aria came carrying trays of food. She placed them on the table. She was about to walk away when her eyes met mine. All the colors drained from her face.

"Enzo-Enzo, è viva," She stuttered, pointing a shaky finger at me.

(Enzo, she's alive)

Enzo sighed and nodded.

(I know)

Aria gasped and took me in for a bone crushing hug. I smiled and hugged her back.

"Ah, mia amata, you're back," She whispered.

(My lovely)

She pulled back and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"La nostra Donna," She said with a smile, squeezing my shoulders, and then walked to the kitchen.

(Our Donna)

Uh, excuse me ma'am?

Donna?

Nope.

No way in hell.

"Alright then, let's begin eating," Enzo said with a nod. That was the cue and I dug into my food. I was starving the whole day.

We finished our food and lumped on our seats.

"Enzo, Dante, I need to talk to you," Emilio spoke up.

Enzo nodded. "Let's go to my office," He said and Emilio nodded. Before walking away, Enzo left a warning.

"Try to escape, and I will keep you chained to my bed forever," He whispered harshly.

"And you tell me you aren't holding me captive."

He groaned. "Just-just don't try escaping. You're still injured. You hear me?"

"Obviously I hear you. What do I have ears for, you idiot?"

"That's not funny," He said with a roll of eyes.

"Want something funny? Go look in the mirror."

His eyes widened and Enzo scurried away to his office.

Ha, coward.

Enzo's POV-

"Si, Zio?" I asked, sitting down on my chair.

(Yes, uncle)

"Enzo, who is that girl?" zio asked, plopping on the couch.

"She is the daughter of Lucifer and Rylee king, the leaders of the American mafia."

He looked surprised. "So she is a mafia princess?"

I nodded.

"You brought her here unwillingly?" he asked, raising his eyebrow.

"It's a long story, actually."

So I told him everything; from first kidnapping Xena, to her escaping, till now.

He slowly nodded, but soon cracked a grin. "Hmm, her escape plan was actually ingenious."

I gave a sad smile.

It sure was, but it broke me completely.

"She seems fit to be Donna."

I sighed and shook my head. "She won't be my Donna...I can't make the same mistake. As much as I want to keep her with me forever, I can't. I don't want to, and I can't, loose her again."

Zio gave me a smile. "It's good that you learn from your mistakes, piccolo."

I groaned. "Non sono piccolo," I whined.

(I am not little)

He chuckled.

"Anyways, Gia and I had a fun time. I taught her how to throw knives, and with more practice, I'm confident she'll beat your and Dante's ass in it," he said proudly.

I chuckled.

Zio loved Dante, Gianna, and me a lot, but it was perfectly safe to say that he had a soft spot for Gianna. After all, she was the only girl. Actually, we all 3 were overprotective over her.

Zio always wanted to have a daughter, but in vain. His wife, Avena, gave birth to 2 boys.

That's why he treated Gianna like his own daughter and spoiled her like one.

"I'll get going now," zio announced, walking out of the door.

"Alright, we can't leave the girls unguarded for so long," I muttered to Dante, and walked back to the dining hall.

I had a bloody heart attack at what I saw.

"What the...."