We went inside through Giovanni's window. I was about to go to my room when Giovanni stopped me.

"Why don't you just sleep here?" He asked. He sounded like it was not a big deal.

I felt my eyes bulge out of it's sockets. He wanted me to sleep with him, that's why he opened up to me.

I felt rage in my body. I balled my fists.

"I'm not sleeping with you and if that's why you told me all of that stuff. You can go fuck yourself," I shouted at him.

He couldn't do that to me. That's all people ever want from me and I'm sick of it. I wanted someone to love me for more than just my body and I thought he was the one. I guess I was wrong.

"No." He quickly approached me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and looked down at me from his tall height. "You really think I'm that shallow?"

He sounded hurt, but I didn't care at this moment. He was just like everyone else.

"I wouldn't put it past you," I seethed out through my teeth.

"Chanel, princess, that's not why I told you all those things," he said.

"Then why?" I huffed. I didn't understand why he felt he had to open up to me.

"So, I can get you to trust me. I want you to trust me, princess," he told me. His eyes were soft and I had never seen him this vulnerable.

I looked away. I hated when he acted like this. He wanted me to tell him about me now.

"I don't—I can't," I stumbled over my words.

"I understand it's hard for you to trust people, but you need to let someone in," he conveyed. He was trying to make me understand.

"No, I don't," I shook my head. I refused to listen to him.

"Stop being so stubborn. I'm trying to help you," he said. He was starting to get irritated by me.

"Maybe, I don't want your help," I spat at him. It came out way harsher than I wanted it to.

"What are you so scared of?" He scoffed. He didn't understand it. I didn't understand how he could easily open up to me about his past.

"Nothing," I mumbled. I was so quiet. I hated feeling this way.

"Then why won't you let me in?" He pressured further.

I wasn't going to tell him. I felt anger in my body and I turned around to leave his room.

"You know what? I'm not going to stay in here if you're going to interrogate me."

Giovanni swiftly came in front of me and pushed his door closed.

"Fine, I'll stop," he gave up.

"Good."

He was about to take his clothes off, but I closed my eyes and turned around. "What are you doing?" I shouted.

"Sleeping, princess," he answered, nonchalantly. I peeked through my fingers to see him smirking. His shirt was fully off and I saw his tattoos. He has so many.

I felt uncomfortable.

"I'm not sleeping with you if your naked," I told him.

"Afraid you wouldn't be able to control yourself," he teased. His eyes held a playful gleam and he eyebrows raised.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, please. Don't flatter yourself."

He chuckled. "Actually, I need to shower. Want to join?" He asked.

"Sure," I mumbled.

I realized what I said.

My cheeks flushed red.

"I mean no, no, of course not," I shouted in disgust, trying to relief myself from the embarrassment.

He cackled and vanished into his bathroom. I heard the shower turn on and I laid in his bed thinking about how he just turned into this person. Why did he change all of a sudden?

All my questions were unanswered and they would most likely stay like that.

I wasn't planning on staying with him for long. This is what I always do. I leave before things become serious, so I didn't get hurt. I was done being hurt. I didn't want to be for once.

I had to leave.

Before he came out of the shower. I left his room. I wasn't going to stay the night. I was definitely not going to fall for him. I was not going to let him in only for him to fuck me over.

I wasn't going to.

I slipped out the door and went to my room. I didn't know what he expected from me by telling me those personal things, but I was not going to wait around for me to his next personal target.

I wasn't going to fall to his feet like the other girls. I wasn't like the other girls. I refused to be.

I tucked myself into bed and soon let sleep takeover. Hopefully, Giovanni won't be mad at me. It was my choice and I felt it was for the best.

He wouldn't have to deal with me and I wouldn't get my heart broken.

I had a lot of baggage. I come with a lot of strings attached. Giovanni was one who wouldn't be able to handle that. He wouldn't be able to handle me.

I was too much.

Everyone had said so. I didn't have many friends growing up because of that. Valeria was the only one who stayed, mostly because she was too dense to realize.

I let her though. She was one who gained my trust. She stayed with me. I wasn't sure if Giovanni would stay or throw me out when he was done with me. When he was bored with me.

I wasn't sticking around to find out.

The darkness engulfed me and I fell into a deep sleep.

•••

The next day was a new day. I wasn't going to chase after Giovanni. I wasn't going to fall at his feet whenever he wanted me. That was not how it would work.

I was going to worry about myself.

I got dressed and went downstairs with the rest of the gang. I haven't ran into Giovanni at all since I left his room last night.

I entered the kitchen and past Giovanni. He was cooking up breakfast. He never mentioned anything about last night and I was hoping he wouldn't. I hope he wouldn't.

I was standing by the kitchen counter and he had t oget something. He reached his hand over and it skimmed my stomach. I could see a smirk on his lips. He had done that on purpose.

I scowled at him.

I acted like I didn't care what he had done. I pretended it didn't faze me. It was like he didn't exist.

He seemed to get annoyed at that because he had his usual cold face on. He continued to do what he was doing and tried to keep a hold of his anger. I felt relieved a little to know I was getting under his skin.

Until he left without sparing me a glance. Maybe he didn't care. Maybe I was still nothing to him. I was just the girl he kidnapped because she saw too much.

He shouldn't care this much. He wasn't supposed to care this much about the angel that fell into his life.

He was supposed to kill her the second she caught a glimpse of him killing the man who was apart of his mothers murder and who happened to owe him a lot of money.

Speaking of which, he had to find this man who owed him debt. He also had to find the girlfriend of his rival gangs leader. He was part of the Russian Mafia, we have been at war ever since my father was in charge.

They stole everything from us and we had to get it back. We had to take everything from him, the leader. His girlfriend would be a part of that. She was important to him and he needed to take that away. The same way he took everything from Giovanni.

They were coming here from Russia, so it was the perfect chance to strike. They wanted to import some drugs from their country. They wanted a shipment and they were coming to get one.

We needed to find them, but first we needed someone important we needed bait and we had someone perfect for that . . .