"Wait, what? I'm the bait? What the hell?" I exclaimed.

I've just been announced that I was going to put myself in danger. "I'm not doing it," I said, stubbornly. "You can't make me."

Giovanni whipped out the gun in his pocket and swiftly aimed it at me.

He wouldn't shoot me. He opened up to me. He wouldn't do that with anyone else. I didn't understand and him.

He had a murder glint in his eye and I couldn't help, but feel a little shaken. He wouldn't shoot me, right? Unless he got fed up with me. What was I thinking? He wouldn't change for me, he was a heartless monster. He was ruthless.

"You won't shoot," I stood my ground. He kept me for this long, he won't throw it away because so refused to get myself killed.

He glared at me. His eyes were cold. "You cause me too much trouble, principessa. I won't hesitate to relieve myself from that," he stated. (princess)

His voice was husky and rough. He sounded so serious. My heart started to pick up. I'm pretty sure he could hear it.

I saw no mercy in his eyes, he would do it.

I felt suffocated. I didn't want to put myself in this position. "But," I whined. "I don't want to die!"

I knew I would end up dying either way. If I became the bait, they would kill me. If I didn't Giovanni would kill me. I didn't have a choice.

He grabbed my arm and dragged me down to the basement. I panicked. What was he doing?

"Giovanni, I don't like this," I whimpered.

He continued to drag me into the dark basement. He shoved me down there and was going to come back up the stairs. I quickly clung onto him.

"No, p-please don't leave me down here," I wailed.

He tried to claw my hands from his arm. Why was he acting like this? I thought he would change once he opened up to me, I thought wrong. I always did with him. He wouldn't change.

I was afraid.

"Calm yourself, stupido, I'm not leaving you in here, it will be easier to kill you, so I wouldn't have to scrape your brain matter from my walls upstairs," he said, seriously. (you fool)

He was really going to do it. He was going to shoot me. After everything we've been through, he was so willing to kill me, just like that.

I felt tears in my eyes. "No! Giovanni, I thought you weren't going to do that anymore," I cried out.

He stared at me. "Then it's simple help us out," he told me.

I took a while to answer and he threw me in the chair I was first sat on when I was killed. I winced at how rough he did it.

I tried to get up from the chair, but he pushed me back down, he was so much stronger than me. I felt tears fall down my face and I groaned in irritation. I was so weak.

"What if I die, or what if they get me? I don't want to be kidnapped again," I wept. I placed my palms on my face and muffled sobs came out of my mouth.

All these scenarios popped in my head and I couldn't help, but over think everything. I used to not think, I used to just do without thinking of the consequences, but now I did.

Giovanni kneeled down to me. He took my hands from covering my face and made me look at him.

"Sei bellissima quando piang," he muttered. "Cazzo!" He seemed angry with himself. (You're beautiful when you cry/Fuck!)

I only got one word from what he said; you're beautiful.

He thought I was beautiful.

"I didn't really understand that," I told him, half truthfully. I just wanted to hear him say it again in English where I can ensure I heard correctly. "Can you repeat it?" I smirked.

He grunted. "Nothing."

Never mind he wasn't going to repeat it. I would just hope what I though was right.

"Look," he mumbled. "I won't let anything happen to you." He looked uncomfortable. He didn't want to do this. He was always awkward in these types of situations.

I looked up at him. "Sure, you won't." I rolled my eyes. "You just pulled a gun at me, again!"

"It's how I get things to go my way, okay and I'm sorry," he snapped.

I chuckled. "You're a fucking idiot," I growled.

His face dropped into a cold stare and he stared at me. "I'm trying to apologize here," he spat.

"You're bad at that, too," I snickered.

"Will you fucking help us, or not?" He snapped.

I sighed. "I guess so." I gave in.

He gave me a kiss on the forehead before he left.

"But . . ." I trailed off. He stopped and turned around. He had his cold scowl on his face.

"But what?" He asked, harshly.

I got up from the chair and approached him slowly. "But, you have to do something first," I smirked, mischievously.

He looked irritated. "What?" He snapped.

He had a bad attitude. "You have to be nice to me," I smiled.

He looked unamused. His eyebrows furrowed together in anger.

"You should've thought of that before you let me open up to you and left without saying anything," he snarled.

I shrugged my shoulder, sheepishly. "Sorry about that, I was—I was just . . ." I didn't know how to admit it. I didn't know how to express my feelings to him.

"If you're not going to meet me halfway, princess. We won't get anywhere," he told me. He could see how hard I was trying. He could see my through my cracks. He just couldn't tell how difficult it was for me.

How I struggled with my pain, he couldn't see that.

"I was just afraid, okay," I snapped. "I never get that far in a relationship, I don't let myself. I can't after everything I've been through and you can't seem to understand that. You don't even care. You're always so rude and disrespectful to me, I can't help it, I feel so stuck."

I felt myself panicking. My heart sped up and I wished I would stay far away from him. I didn't want this. I didn't want to be close to him. I didn't want to be close to anyone.

He took me by surprise. He pulled me into a hug. He wrapped his arms around me and secured me in his embrace.

I instantly calmed down from his touch. He was so gentle with me.

"I want to get to know you, princess. I want to know you, I want to know all your fears and weaknesses. I want to know all of you, I—" he cut himself off.

He pulled away from the hug and faced me towards him.

"I want to know you, Chanel Blanchett. I want to know everything about you," he whispered.

My heart swelled and I felt butterflies in my stomach.

"But what if—"

He cut me off. "And nothing you will say will push me away. Whatever you've done, I've done worse."

"I broke up someone's relationship," I snapped at him. My eyes met with his. He looked confused.

"I went to jail," he admitted. He went to jail.

My eyes widened.

"I'm telling you, whatever you've done, I've done worse," he repeated. "Now, tell me how did you break up this relationship?" He asked.

"What did you go to jail for?" I asked.

He seemed surprised by my question. "Uh . . . for possession of drugs."

I nodded my head. I didn't think much about his jail story and I started mine. I was going to tell him everything.

I took a deep breath. My heart was beating out of my chest. I didn't tell anyone my darkest past on an everyday basis. It was new to me.

"I was a troubled kid in my first years of high school. I would always break the rules and go against my parents wishes. I was so carefree. I didn't care about anything. I had everything. I was popular, I had great friends u-until . . ." my voice cracked. My head spin with all the memories.

I felt my eyes cloud with tears. It blurred my vision, but I continued on.

"I went to a party," I told him. "It was the chest party of the year, everyone was there. It would determine where you stand on the scale for the rest of your high school year. Of course, I went. I had to make sure I stayed on top. Everything was going great. I met a boy, we had a few cups of alcohol. I felt great, until I didn't. I was dizzy and I felt uncomfortably warm. The boy I met was a senior in high school, so I felt accomplished for him to be talking to me."

I felt warm tears slide down my face.

"H-He—He—" sobs racked my body and I fell onto the floor. "H-He took me down to the basement and he—" I couldn't speak anymore. I felt ashamed. I felt winded. I choked on sobs and I felt hollow. I felt empty.

I was reliving it over again.

Giovanni caught me in his arms and I felt his tremble with anger. I sobbed in his shoulder.

"H-He raped me, Giovanni. He took everything from me," I wailed. "He got to walk away and act like nothing happened. I had to see him in the halls for the rest of the year. He didn't even spare me a glance." I clutched onto his arm, my tears soaked his shirt and so did my boogers. He didn't seem to care. He held me in his arms.

He held me there. He didn't say anything. He let me let out all my emotions.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked. He sounded like he was in pain. He sounded regretful.

"I was ashamed. Who would want to be with me after I drop something like that? It was my fault for letting it happen and for being too weak, I'm always weak and I hate it." More tears fall down my face. They couldn't seem to stop. "And then you kept throwing it back in my face. Every time I tried to get away from it, no how much I tried there, you were reminding me of how much of a slut I was."

"Fuck," he growled.

I winced.

"How didn't I fucking see it? It was there all the signs, and no matter what, I thought you were acting. I thought it was all for attention." He sounded angry. Angry at me? Angry at himself.

"It was my fault, If I—"

"It wasn't your fault, Chanel," he told me, roughly. He seemed angry. "Don't you ever think it's your fault. It was far from your fault, princess, please, don't think it's your fault."

I nodded my head.

"It was that motherfuckers fault. He's going to get what's coming to him," he said, darkly.

Once I calmed down, I continued on with the story.

"Apparently he had a girlfriend," I sniffled. "And his girlfriend saw us and she announced to everyone that I slept with her boyfriend and that I ruin people's relationships. I-I ruined their relationship; she broke up with him because of me. It was my fault," I broke down again.

I choked on my saliva.

Giovanni held my head up. He lifted my chin, so I could look at him.

"That wasn't your fault. You didn't break them up, Chanel. He did. That's why you got so upset with Amelia and I?" He told me. He put two and two together. His eyes widened and he looked at me.

I rubbed my eyes. I nodded, slightly.

"And I ruined that for you, too," I whined. I felt tears in my eyes again. I was so disgusted by myself.

"No, you didn't, I already told you that," he said. "I didn't like her."

"You're sure?" I asked.

"I'm positive. I was so rude to you for no reason. I shouldn't treat people like that, and I know that, now. I-I know I don't deserve you, Chanel," he said. His voice held so much pain.

"But I want you."

The words were quiet, but they were there. They hung in the air a little before they reached my ears. He said it quietly so I couldn't hear, but I did.

Did I want him to?

I looked at him. He stared back at me.

I felt like I could trust him. I felt safe with him. I never thought I would feel safe with a monster like him, but I did. He was the only monster I felt safe around.

I placed my lips against his and shut my eyes. The excess tears rolled down my face and Giovanni brought his hand and softly removed them.

He didn't want to see me in anymore pain.

And with him, I didn't feel pain.

For once I felt happy.

I felt like I could live again. I wanted to live with him.

I wanted to love him.

His heart shattered into a million pieces. The heart he never thought he'd use again felt something for this beautiful girl in his arms.

He hated himself for being so rude to this precious girl he was lucky to have.

His princess was in so much pain and he didn't even realize. He hadn't even noticed.

He felt horrible. He felt sympathy. This girl was bringing him back and warming his cold heart and he liked it.

He liked the feeling. He wanted her to continue to warm his heart.

She was turning him to the better and he couldn't be more happy.

He wished he could take away her pain. He wished she could take away her past.

He wanted to do anything for this girl. This one girl. He would. He would be a better man to her.

He was still going to do his job. It was how he got around, but he wants going to put his princess in anymore pain.

He had a Russian to catch. He heard the leader of the Russian Mafia had a girlfriend. Instead of using Chanel, he was going to get that bitch and interrogate her. He had to get the payment from them. He had to get what he wanted, or else he wouldn't live with himself.

He needed Chanel for that. He didn't want to put her in that position anymore. He didn't want her to be in anymore pain.

He thought of another plan and he wasn't going to put Chanel in the middle of it.

For once he was going to think of someone other than himself.