"Replicate it? How?" I asked. He let go of my hand and I stared down at it.

"I know someone who is a special effects artist, she'll make it, so we can send it to your father, he'll get what's coming for him."

"What are you going to do to him?" I asked. I was curious on what he wanted my father for.

"It's best if you don't know that," he said.

He started to take off his shirt, revealing his hard fit abs and I looked away.

"What are you doing? Put your shirt on now," I shouted.

He snorted. "Like you haven't seen a guy naked before."

It was the worst experience of my life when I had. I didn't want to be reminded of it.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"I mean you necessarily don't scream virgin," he said.

I wasn't.

I stared at the ground. I didn't want to think about it, but I couldn't help it. I didn't answer. He took my silence as an answer.

"Exactly you're a rich slut who gets with any guy who throws himself at you since your daddy doesn't give you enough love," he snarled at me.

He knew nothing about me. He was the one who kidnapped me twice. He was the one who wanted me here yet he always says these hurtful things to me.

"I'm not a slut," I whispered. I was sure if I said more I would burst into tears.

"Sure you aren't," he scoffed.

I closed my eyes, I was angry now.

I slapped him across the face.

"You know what, Mr. Big Bad Mafia Leader I've had enough of you're lashing out on me because you're life is so bad. What happened that was so terrible in your life that made you act so cold because I sure as hell know you aren't the only one going through stuff.

You taking your anger out on me and calling me all these horrible names won't make you feel better about yourself. You know nothing about me, so quit acting like you do. I'm sick of you using all my weaknesses against me when I disagree with you, not everything will go your way. You're much like me than you put on."

I slammed the door behind me. There was no way I was sleeping in the same room as him. I hated him. I hated him much more now. I was sure there was nothing that'll make him like him even less.

I felt all the emotions hit me. I collapsed to the ground. My knees hit the ground and I sobbed. Why did I have to be reminded about my past every time I come here?

My body shook and I tried to muffle my cries with my hand, but they still came out heart wrenching. Everything hurt. My whole body hurt.

I felt bile come up my throat and I ran to the bathroom. I threw up the food I hardly ate today and flushed the toilet.

When did my life become like this?

He stood next to the door once it was slammed by an angry Chanel. He couldn't believe he said such horrible words to a girl he knew had been hurt before.

It was just who he was. He always seemed to hurt people around him.

She was right, he wasn't the only one going through things. He wasn't the only one who was hurting. He knew how it felt to be hurt yet he hurt the poor girl.

He heard her sobs from behind the bedroom door. His heart clenched in pain. His hands pulled in fists, his body shook with anger.

He immediately opened the door and ran down the stairs. She was not by the door anymore.

He ran downstairs and into the basement. He passed the torture range and was met with a punching bag. It hung from the ceiling and a wrestling mat was underneath it.

He grabbed his boxing gloves and slipped them on. He had to let his anger out some how.

He roughly punched the bag and it swung from the chain keeping it attached to the ceiling.

He continued to punch it over again. Until he felt the anger drained from him. He used to be a street fighter in his years of high school. He was always in for the joy of doing things against the law. He was always a rule breaker ever since he had remembered.

It was how he got by with the grief. He never meant to be cold or rude and arrogant it was just how he raised himself to be. It was how he was raised to be by his father. He had to rule and you can't have a weakness. Chanel was his weakness. She would be and he didn't want that.

He wanted no weakness. He wanted no one to slow him down or stop him. This was who he was.

A Big Bad Mafia Leader.

She was right. He wanted her to stay away from him, he wanted her far away from his business, but she was always around. She was always near him and he hated it.

He hated how perfect she did everything. He hated how perfect she was.

She walked her life like she had no problems. He wanted to be like her. He wanted to enjoy life like he feels she does.

Little does he know that she was falling apart too.

Was she even so pulled together as she seemed or was it just a facade.

They were more similar than he knew. They had more in common.

They were both breaking.

They were both broken.

I woke up on the bathroom floor. I must've fallen asleep after last night.

My throat was dry and my eyes were red and deluded. My cheeks were puffy and there were dark bags under my eyes.

My skin was paler than usual and looked an unhealthy colour.

My hair was messy and sticking out in every direction. You would never see me like this ever back at my house.

I was always so well taken care of. I looked alive back then.

I never thought any of this would happen.

I cleaned myself up and headed downstairs. I saw the crew downstairs in the kitchen as usual only this time there was another girl.

She had pink streaks in her hair and piercings on her ears and nose. She looked intimidating.

"Chanel," Tobias greeted. "This is Ashley," they introduced her.

"She'll be duplicating your finger," he exclaimed.

I nodded my head in acknowledgment.

"Hi, I'm Chanel," I said. A smile on my face.

"I know," she answered, rudely. "I'm pretty sure everyone knows who you are."

How come Giovanni didn't know who I was when we first met? I guess that's what got me irritated with him. He was the only one who didn't care about who I was or how popular I was. It annoyed me.

"Oh," I said. "So, how do we start?" I asked.

"I'll just put you're finger in wax to get the correct measurement and from there I'll add makeup and blood to make it look decayed," she explained. Her voice was monotone the whole time. She looked bored. I wonder how much the guys payed her for this.

"Your father would have no idea that it's fake. Ashley is the best at doing this stuff," Tobias pitched in.

I nodded my head.

"Is it true that your father cheated on your mom?" She asked, nonchalantly. This girl didn't care.

I looked down. "Yes," I answered.

She patted down the chair next to a pot of hot wax. I sat down in the chair and gave her my hand. "Is it true that you walked in on it?" She asked again.

"Okay, don't you think you're asking personal questions?" I asked.

She nodded her head. "Fair, well if it helps I think your father doesn't deserve your mom, she's a sweet lady. I wonder why you didn't get that trait from your mom," she insulted.

"What? I'm nice," I defended.

"I've heard otherwise," she said.

"Who said I'm not nice?" I asked. I was truly hurt anyone would say that about me.

"My daughter, she said she tried to speak to you at school once, but you said you don't speak to losers," she told me.

My jaw dropped. I said that? I didn't remember saying anything like that.

"What? I don't think that was me," I said.

"Chanel Blanchett?" She asked.

I nodded my head. "But I would never say something like that."

"Well you did and my daughter came home crying because of that," she told me.

I made a girl cry. Guilt clawed in my chest.

"I'm truly sorry, can I call her to apologize. I didn't mean it," I told her.

Ashley scoffed. "You're not going near my daughter again."

I looked away.

"I'm sorry," I apologized.

"It doesn't matter you can't fix what you said," Ashley said.

"I honestly can't believe I said something like that," I said.

She grabbed my hand and dipped it in the wax. I felt the warm wax surround my finger and she lifted my hand up above the wax. She then put it in ice water once it was completely covered with wax.

She slipped the wax from my finger and filled the inside of the wax finger in order to made it solid and look like a real finger.

"There, finished," she said.

"Thank you," I said. "Please, tell your daughter that I'm sorry, tell her I didn't mean what I said."

Ashley sighed. "Fine."

I smiled, but it was cut short when I saw Giovanni come towards us. What did he want?

"It'll be ready in no time," Ashely told him.

"Good," he said. He was rude.

"That's no way to talk to your aunt," she said.

Aunt? She was his aunt?

He ignored her. Ashley continued to work on the finger. He was tired, I could tell. I was tired too. He looked like he just took a shower. His hair was dripping wet and i got a whiff if his shampoo. It smelt fresh.

"It looks so real," Tobias said. Once Ashley finished my finger. That's sounds weird to say.

"It does."

Giovanni grabbed a box and placed it in there. I felt horrified that I was going to do this to my father. I felt bad, but I didn't care what he thought at this moment.

My whole life I looked up to my father. He lost all of that once he stepped in the room with another woman. I still couldn't believe my mother and brother knew about this Mafia stuff before I did.

It kind of annoyed me. Did they not trust me? Did they nit think I could handle it? I mean it's pretty crazy once you think about it.

My family is part of the Mafia and I got kidnapped by a leader. Twice.

Once the box was closed, Ashley left the house.

"What are we going to do after we send it to him?" I asked.

When do I get to go home?

"We'll get the money he owes us or we'll kill you, either way it's a win-win situation," Giovanni answered.

I didn't want to look at him. I didn't even want to hear his voice. So, I decided to take the box away from him.

"You're not going to give him this, if you're just going to kill me either way. That's unfair," I spat.

"Well, life isn't fair, princess. Although you probably wouldn't get to know what's unfair growing up with everything," he snarled.

"I did not grow up with everything," I defended.

He thinks of me as a spoilt little daddy's girl. Some of that may be true, but I'm still my own person. He doesn't get to make fun of me like this all the time.

I didn't even know why I bothered fighting with him. I'm wasting my oxygen.

"You didn't grow up in a mansion with fancy clothes and unnecessary essentials to live with?" He asked, sarcastically. He knew I already had.

"I don't have everything," I told him.

I didn't get love regular kids got. I got letters once and a while from my mother when she took her trips abroad. I got jewelry from my father for his apology of not showing up to any of my dance recitals I wanted him to go to so badly. I got the stuff because they failed to show up.

I had to grow up myself. My brother and I, it was just us, now I didn't even have him. Giovanni does.

"What do you have against me that you hate me so much?" I asked. "You call me all these offensive names and give me this cold stare."

I imitated his expressionless face when I was explaining it. The whole gang had amusing faces on them, including Valeria.

Why was she not wanting to escape like I had?

I would've laughed at my own joke, but I was too frustrated at him right now.

"I don't want to talk about," Giovanni said.

"Oh? You don't want to talk about it? But you can perfectly talk about it when you're insulting me. You're full of shit," I yelled.

"She's crazy," I heard Tobias mutter under his breath.

"No, I'm not crazy, I just don't take bullshit," I snarked, keeping my eye on Giovanni the whole time. "From you, or from anyone."

"It's true she once found out that my boyfriend cheated on me, so she told me I should just fuck one of his best friends," Valeria said.

I winced. I wished she never said that.

"I did it!" She exclaimed.

"Okay, Valeria that's enough," I told her.

"You actually did that," Tobias said. "Remind me to never fuck another girl once I get with you."

"You want to get with me?" She asked. She placed her hair over her ear, batting her eyelashes.

This was going to end crazily. I knew Valeria so well.

"Of course, you're hot!" Tobias ran his fingers through his fluffy hair and but his lip.

"You're hot too," Valeria giggled. Before I knew it she jumped on him and they were making out.

I shook my head. She was something else. They both were.

"Take that to a room," Luke said.

They were making there way up the stairs, already losing their shirts and shoes.

It's only the morning.