"No, put me down!" I exclaimed as Giovanni threw me over his shoulder.

I felt my ribs dig against his shoulder bones. A laugh escaped my lips.

"Say it!" He demanded. His voice was harsh.

"No!" I refused. I wasn't going to give into him.

"Say it, or else . . ." he threatened.

"Or else what?" I asked. There was sarcasm laced in my voice. He wouldn't do anything.

Then suddenly I felt a stinging pain on my ass. He just slapped my ass.

"Ow!" I gasped, loudly. "Keep your hands to yourself."

"I'll do it again," he warned. "Tell me what I want to hear."

"No! You better not do it again, Giovanni, I swear I will not talk to you. I don't like that." I could feel the blood circulating to my head.

My face was red from yelling. I tried to get off of him, but he didn't let me. "Let me go," I said, violently. "Let me go this instant."

I slammed my fists against his back and continued to do it. His back was like steel. It was sculpted and I could tell he worked out a lot.

I could feel the smirk on his lips as he lifted his hand. He was about to smack it on my ass again. I tried to fling my hands in the air, but it didn't stop him.

"Don't, Giovanni! I already told you I didn't like it. I said you can't do anything without my consent," I brought up.

"I'm Chanel and I want my ass to be slapped by the perfect Giovanni whom I love so much," he imitated to make it seem like I have my permission. His voice was way too high pitched to be me.

He placed his hand on my ass and I immediately banged my fist in his chest, hard.

"No! This is not a game, Giovanni. I'm sensitive on this stuff," I told him.

He stopped and removed his hand, he put me down and I ignored him. I walked away from him and made sure to make it obvious I was mad.

I could feel him roll his eyes. He followed me. "I don't see the big deal, Chanel. We were playing around," he said.

I continued to ignore him. I didn't care if we were playing around. I didn't like it and that should be enough for him to stop.

"Look," he grumbled. "I won't do it again," he assured. He mumbled a "maybe," at the end, under his breath.

I scoffed. He thinks it's a game. He thought it was funny. It may be a little funny, but I wasn't going to admit that to him.

I whipped around to face him. He had the same stupid smirk on his face.

How did he get from hating me to playing around with me?

He chuckled. "Don't be mad," he said, softly. I looked at him. His eyes were a sparkling green colour. They were beautiful.

I walked up to him. "You're the most handsome, hottest, attractive and astonishing man," I told him. With every compliment I stepped towards him.

I couldn't stay mad at him. I gave him what he wanted me to tell him before.

He placed both of his hands on my cheeks and smashed his lips to mine. I kissed back.

I was slowly starting to trust him. He was slowly gaining my heart. My cold, guarded heart. I was never one to trust easily. I was never one to just give my heart away.

For him, I would risk it. I would give him my heart. I didn't care what would happen. I was falling for the one who could break my heart and I didn't care. I wanted it.

I wanted him.

I deepened the kiss and I moved his hand from my back down my my ass. I squeezed his fingers and removed my hands from his to his hair. He kept them there.

He smirked on my lips and I smiled, softly.

"Ugh," Grae exclaimed in disgust.

"Please, guys not in the kitchen," Luke said.

The whole gang saw us. I saw Tobias grinning widely in the corner of my eyes. He had a knowing look on his face. He knew this would happen.

Just to get on their nerves, I gave Giovanni one last peck on the lips before strutting out of the kitchen.

•••

I was bored in the house by myself, everyone was off doing something and I was stuck by myself. Valeria decided to come and keep me company. She had been staying at her moms until she moved on to college.

I still hadn't thought about my future. I wasn't sure if I was even going to have one.

This house wasn't as big as the one in Italy. It didn't have a pool. I wish it had, so I wouldn't be so bored.

"I can't believe Giovanni kissed you, what do you think it meant?" She asked.

I didn't know how to answer her. I haven't gave that much thought. I wasn't sure what it meant to him. I didn't know if I meant anything to him. Maybe I was just a onetime thing and he didn't want to kiss me anymore.

Maybe I was a bad kisser. I felt my head spin at possible answers. I had never cared what anyone thought about me, but I cared what he thought. I wanted to know what he thought about me.

I hope he wanted more. I hope he liked me. I wouldn't have to deny my feelings. I wouldn't have to hide anything I felt towards him.

I knew how I felt and I liked it. I wanted to kiss him more.

I wanted to give him more of me.

"I don't know what it meant to him, but to me it meant something. I liked it," I told her. I felt a smile on my lips.

"That's so sweet, but didn't he kidnap you? What is that, like Stockholm syndrome?"

"I guess so," I nodded. My head bopped up and down. "Tobias kidnapped you, too and you literally had sex with him on the first day."

"He didn't really kidnap me, I willingly went and so did you, if you think about it," she said.

"The second time I did, the first time I didn't," I explained. It was confusing. I didn't think this would even be possible.

"You know what this means?" She squealed.

I jumped up on the couch we were sitting on and screeched out in excitement. "The Notebook!"

"Yes!"

After watching the movie I heard the gang come home.

Home.

I never thought I would be calling this home? Never in a million years.

I looked at them and saw Giovanni with a bucket of ice cream. My heart leaped and I plummeted out of the couch and grabbed the ice cream from his hands.

"Who said that was for you?" Giovanni asked.

"I did," I answered. I immediately got a spoon and dug in. It was my favourite kind. Cookies 'N' Cream.

Giovanni came a swooped it out of my hands. "Well, it's not."

I glared at him, my mouth slightly opened. "What?"

Giovanni took the spoon from my hand and started to eat it. I haven't seen him eat any sugar. He always ate so healthy.

He should stick to that. Ice cream was my thing.

"Giovanni! Is this because of your car?" I asked. My eyes flickered to the ice cream and I felt somber.

"I said I was sorry," I told him. I couldn't help the small pout that played at my lips.

The gang went over to Valeria on the couch and I was in the kitchen with Giovanni.

"Saying that doesn't fix my car, does it?"

"So it is about that? How long are you going to hold that grudge?" I asked.

He grunted. He ignored me and continued to eat my ice cream.

"Giovanni, that's mine, my ice cream and you're eating it, do you know how bad that is?" I asked him, sassily. Don't come in between me and my ice cream.

He looked at me. "It's mine, I bought it."

"Yeah, for me! You bought it for me!" I exclaimed. I wasn't going to back down until I got my ice cream.

"No, I bought it for myself," he continued.

"B-But it's my favourite kind!" I whined. "You know that, that's why you bought it for me."

"What if it's my favourite kind too?" He asked.

I scoffed. "You don't eat sugar," I told him, knowingly. He hadn't eaten sugar ever since I first came here.

"What am I doing right now, huh?" He asked as he took a big bite of the ice cream.

I stared at the container. It was half empty already. I got up and grabbed another spoon. I made my way to the tub of ice cream and tried to scoop a bite.

He moved it away from me before I could put my spoon in it and grab a spoonful.

"Please, there's not that much left," I told him. I watched as he took another bite. The ice cream was almost done. "Just a bite."

He sighed. He moved the container towards me and I smiled. I put my spoon in it and watched the ice cream satisfyingly roll into a ball and place the heavenly fast in my mouth.

I felt my eyes water. It tasted so good. He snickered at my reaction. He stared at me with amusement in his eyes.

"You're really something else," he told me.

I looked at him. My mouth was full of ice cream and I tried to smile without showing my teeth. I probably looked like a creepy clown.

"So fucking cute," I heard him mutter under his breath.

He grabbed my chin with his hands and placed a small kiss on my lips. He licked the ice cream that had escaped my mouth clean.

While he was doing this he grabbed the bucket when I was distracted and pulled it away.

"Hey!" I exclaimed.

"You said one bite," he said.

"No." I tried to grab the container from him, but he put it higher so I couldn't reach it. I jumped on my tippy toes, but he was still taller than me. "I just said that so I could have some, Giovanni, I really want it."

He just smirked and put it higher once I almost reached it. He was being unfair.

I stepped up on to the kitchen counter from the stool and attempted to take it from him, but he backed away and I fell from the counter. My foot slipped and I slipped.

Instead of hitting the hard surface, I landed on Giovanni.

I was so close to his face, I felt his warm breath on my neck. I looked at his hand and saw the ice cream was no longer clutched in his grasp and rather spilt all on the floor.

I gasped, horrified. I got up from him and stared at the ice cream.

"Giovanni," I whined. "It's on the floor."

"Lick it," he said. He sounded serious than usual. He had his scowl on his lips and his eyes were colder.

"W-What?" I asked. My eyes were wide and my mouth was bobbed open like a fish.

"You heard me, you made the mess, clean it up," he told me.

"You can't be serious," I scoffed. "There's no way I'll ever do that."

He smirked. "You thought I was serious," he said, calmly.

I slapped his chest. "Don't do that! I thought you were, you had your scary face on," I cried.

"I have a scary face?" He asked. He seemed amused.

"Yes, the face you made when you were going to chop my arm off," I explained to him, seriously.

He looked at me with an expression hard to read.

"I wasn't actually going to chop it off, princess," he told me. He smirked.

"Well, how was I supposed to know that?" I exclaimed in annoyance.

"I wouldn't be able to hurt you even if I tried," he told me. "That's why I was so rude to you."

"But, why? I hated you," I told him, truthfully.

"That's why. I wanted you to hate me," he said. His eyes bored into me.

"Y-You were so rude to me, though," I choked on my words. I felt my eyes rim with tears and I looked away.

"I know, princess. That's just how I am, I find something good and I push it away. I don't think I'm worthy of it, I've done bad things," he told me.

"I've done bad things too," I mumbled.

"Like what? Kill a ladybug?" He asked, acerbically. His eyes held amusement and I couldn't keep eye contact with.

"I-I don't want to talk about it," I told him.

"What if I told you something about me?" He asked. He tried to get me to open up. I know and I wasn't sure if I was ready to.

"No," I told him. I stood up from the floor and walked away.

He stared at me as I walked away. He looked curious under his hard glare. He wanted to know about me.

"Tobias," he called. Tobias came scurrying over to him.

"Yes, Boss," he answered, seriously.

"Clean this mess up," he ordered, rudely. He pointed to the ice cream spill on the floor.

I rolled my eyes. Why did he act like this?

Tobias grabbed a towel and cleaned it up.

I walked up to my room. I was now sleeping in Derrick's room since he was staying in Italy. He was in charge of my fathers gang. My deceased father.

I'm glad I didn't take over. I wouldn't know the first thing to do being a leader. I would be the worst gang leader ever.

I entered the room and got ready for bed. It was already the end of the day. It was a chill day today I watched movies and went shopping with Valeria and hung out with the gang.

It was my kind of day, today.

I opened the window and went out onto the rooftop. I've found this place out the first time I moved in here. It was nice and had a great view of the beautiful landscapes.

We were in an amazing neighbourhood.

The building lights looked like stars and ocean water was glistening in the moonlight.

It was a chilly night tonight.

I pulled my cardigan closer to my body and instantly felt warmth.

I heard footsteps towards me and I looked up to see Giovanni getting out onto the roof from his window. It was the first time I saw him out here. I haven't been on the roof in a while.

"You just can't stay away from me, can you, princess?"