I woke up to an instant headache and a nauseous feeling in the core of my stomach.

I was in an unfamiliar room.

Everything about it was unfamiliar to me.

The light, the wall, the smell, the furniture.

I was about to sit up when noticed I was lying on a bed. My hands were tied and so were my feet. I was stuck there.

I panicked. I tried to get out of the restraints, but they were on tightly.

I felt my palms start to get sweating and my head start to spin.

Where was I?

I remembered what happened to me. I have been kidnapped again. This time I was strapped to a bed.

It looked like a motel room. The walls were squared and it was pretty small. I felt overwhelmed.

I wanted to scream, but there was something on my mouth, gagging everything I said.

I couldn't do anything.

I felt so useless.

I felt so powerless.

This time there was no one around to save me.

I was alone.

This was my worst fear. All in one.

I waited for someone to come in, but nobody came for what felt like hours.

I felt tears run down my cheeks. I was afraid. I wasn't sure what was going to happen to me. I didn't want to know what was going to happen to me.

Suddenly someone barged through the door. I flinched and squeezed my eyes shut at the unexpected noise.

"Ciao!" I knew that voice. It was so familiar. It was Vincenzo's, Giovanni's older brother. (Hello)

What was he doing here?

I mumbled against the gag, it came out coherent.

"Sorry, let me get that," he spoke in English. He took off the gag and threw it away.

"Will you help me?" I asked. There was hope in my expression. "I-I don't know where I am."

"Oh, sweet, innocent, little girl. I'm the one who kidnapped you," he said. He spoke, sweetly, but he had an evil smile on his face.

My teary eyes widened and I stared in shock. Who would have thought that the person who fought Giovanni because he got mad at him for kidnapping me, would be so ironic as to do the same thing.

"W-What?" I asked.

"I really didn't want to do this, Piccolo. I thought it would work out well, until you rejected me. You ruined everything," his voice was dangerously low. His eyes darkened. "Usually, I'm not one to say, 'if I can't have you, no one can,' but in this case." He paused. "If I can't have you, no one can."

I glared at him as his hand slid down my face. "You are so beautiful, it's a shame."

I flinched and tried to move away from him, but I couldn't go anywhere.

"You can't escape, so don't even try." He brought his finger to my chin and made me look at him.

I refused to look at him. I couldn't believe he would do something like this.

"Look, I understand you might be a little scared," he said. He looked like he was thinking for a second before saying, "and you should be."

My heart dropped and I tried to get out of here. He was a psychopath. I guess, it ran through the family.

"But, you aren't the one going to be hurt today, your father is going to pay me such good money, if I returned him to you unharmed," he told me. His hand ran through my hair and I wanted him to get his hands off of me.

"He is also paying me a lot of money to get my brother here and bring him to your father for kidnapping you, as well. So, that's what we're doing here, we're waiting for him to come and save you and I'll bring him to your father to kill. Just like he killed everyone else you loved.

"I was always the one who got stuff, so when my father made my younger brother the leader, I got so angry. I had this rage I needed to get out of me. I have found a way to get what I wanted. I would give him to your father to kill and the gang will fall on my shoulders. You will be reunited with your family and I will get exactly what I want. I think it's a win situation for the both of us."

He looked at his watch. "He should be here any second now, I told him it was pretty urgent," he chucked a dark laugh. I felt shivers down my spine.

I thought Giovanni was bad, but this guy was ten times worse.

Why would he want to kill his own brother? What had he done to him?

"You want to kill you're brother because he got one thing you didn't?" I asked. My voice held disbelief. "That's pretty crazy."

He looked at me. "You know, I liked you better with the gag on."

He went to put the gag on, but I bit his hand. He yelled in agony and clutched the bite mark.

I didn't want the gag on me.

That only seemed to make him angrier. He held my chin, roughly and I winced in pain. I felt tears in my eyes as he covered my mouth.

I hated this. I hated where I was. I hated who I was with. I just wanted to be back at the gangs villa and sit on the couch with them watching, Pretty Little Liars. Instead I was being kidnapped for the third time in my life.

Suddenly there was a bang on the door.

"That must be him," Vincenzo said.

He unlocked the door and hid behind it. I wished this was off of me, so I could warn him. Vincenzo was standing there was a wrench in his hand.

Giovanni linger into the room and noticed me on the bed.

I tried to make every sound and warn him that there was someone behind him, but he could t understand me. I couldn't understand me. It came out muffled and incoherent from the gag around my mouth.

Giovanni suddenly fell to the floor once Vincenzo knocked him out with the wrench. Now, who was going to save them?

He knew Giovanni had told him to stay back, he just had a bad feeling about it. The rest of the gang followed Giovanni once he let urgently after a phone call.

Chanel was in trouble.

He couldn't let anything happen to her. He wouldn't be able to live with himself. So, when he heard that Chanel had been taken, he freaked out.

He had to be there just in case something went wrong.

When they followed Giovanni to a motel, he saw Giovanni wall into a room.

It had been a while since he came out. He waited patiently for him to come out with Chanel and every second sent a ball of nerves down his throat and into his stomach. He just wanted Chanel safe.

The motel room opened, but Giovanni didn't come out. Vincenzo did. He also dragged an unconscious Giovanni and his sister tied up.

The rest of the crew had fallen asleep while they were waiting. He quickly woke them up.

"Huh, what? I'm awake," Tobias shouted. Derrick shushed him and he started pulled out of the parking spot he parked in.

They followed close behind Vincenzo truck. It wasn't his usual Ferrari. What was he going to do with them?

He tried to follow behind them, but not make it noticeable. It would ruin the whole thing.

He knew he was right. He was glad he followed Giovanni. He was glad he didn't listen. He could save their lives.

He knew Vincenzo was odd the second he didn't like pizza. One day he was staying with them and Chanel made them get pizza. He refused the delicious pizza and ever since then, Derrick was onto him.

He absolutely hated that he kissed his sister.

He followed the car a little further before they arrived at some place very familiar to Derrick.

It was the place he used to stay at when he was visiting Italy for three months.

It was his fathers.