The pain was excruciating. My eyes slowly opened as I immediately held my head. It felt way too heavy and I had a splitting head ache.

I groaned as I managed to sit up the concrete floor. My hand immediately left my head to pinch my nose. This place reeked of blood and urine.

My gaze shifted in horror to the dried up blood on every corner of the wall. There was a heap of equipments on one corner of the wall and my eyes couldn't help but pick up a blood stain on the hammer.

Where the actual Fuck am I??

"Somebody!" I screamed, pulling my knees closer to my chest, cuddling myself up. "Anybody!"

I felt a tear roll down my already hot cheeks, then another, and another and before I knew it, I was sobbing uncontrollably, yet quietly. Still trying to wipe my tears away with the back of my palm.

I really needed to stop crying, but I couldn't. The cries only made my head ache worse.

My memory began to come back slowly as I remembered that handsome stranger with the tanned skin, sea- rover beautiful eyes and the most gorgeous smile.

Him!

That bastard!

He kidnapped me!

I cursed the moment I decided to get into his car. I hated how he looked so innocent and harmless.

I searched frantically for my phone in the pocket of my jeans but of course it wasn't there, I'm kidnapped.

Fucking Great!

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I felt my aching head being poked several times before I finally opened my eyes.

My tired and sleepy eyes parted painfully, I had cried so much, I'm sure my eyes were swollen.

My vision was blurry for a minute before it all cleared out.

Standing a few feet away with a small smile on his face was the stranger who'd gotten me kidnapped. He dramatically wiped beads of sweat off his forehead as he mouthed the word 'phew'

"I thought you were dead" his smile expanded.

I was silent, sitting coiled up in a corner with my hair all over my face. I probably looked deranged or something.

"What do you want with me?" my voice was nothing more than a whisper and came out croaky due to the dryness of my throat.

"Me?" he chuckled. A few strands of his brunet hair brushed his eyebrows but he raked them into place. "Nothing darling....I'm not the one to fear." his charming blue eyes suddenly turned dark.

"You'd wish you were my hostage." his words confused me.

What did he mean?

What was he insinuating?

I didn't want to be his hostage, I didn't want to be anyone's hostage. I just wanted to be home with Rachelle right now, relaxing on the sofa and watching one of those horrible dating shows she loved so much.

He paused for a second just staring at me, an emotionless expression worn on his face.

After a few seconds, he shifted his gaze to the second man in black whose presence was just noticed by me.

His slender body slouched but he still managed to look so sexy. His dirty blond hair was packed into a small ponytail but I couldn't make out his facial features clearly because of the dimly lit warehouse but still, I could tell he was handsome.

Maybe in another circumstances I'd have drooled over them, they're extremely handsome because Mercedes Molina normally doesn't drool over just any man. But, in this circumstance, where I was thier hostage, I couldn't wait to kick them in the balls and make for the exit.

"Quando sarà qui il capo?" he glanced over his shoulders to the man behind him.

I squinted my eyes as I heard him speak. The language sounded so foreign in my ears.

"presto" the second responded. The man I had met earlier nodded as he moved a step closer to me.

I bit my lips watching his eyes, drawing my legs closer to myself. Sweat beads rolled down my forehead and neck as I began to feel the impact of the heat. The warehouse was hot and stuffy and I was still in my oversized sweater.

This definitely wasn't how I expected or wanted today to go.

The tall brunet squatted to my level and maintained eye contact with me. A small smile broke on his face.

"By the way, My name Is Jovani." His palms found thier way to my tear stained cheeks as he tried to caress it but I aggressively turned my face away. I was in no mood for this.

I needed to know what importance I had to him and why I was here.

"Quasi quasi mi dispiace per te."
He spoke in that strange language once more. "Quasi."

He got up from his squatting position, his smile had faded away and he walked towards the exit, waving his hand at me before exiting the warehouse with the dirty blond behind him.

Once they'd left, I couldn't hold it in any longer. I screamed out. My whole body ached but I had gathered enough strength to walk to the black door which I discovered was locked. The windows were way to high for me to climb and my situation was hopeless.

Time passed and I couldn't sleep a wink since Jovani had left. I had no track of time, not even the smallest clue of what was going on outside and my stomach roared once or twice.

I was relieved when I heard the light shaking of the door knob but was quickly overtook with fear when I imagined what could be behind it.

A man with a big build and long legs stepped in first. I couldn't keep my eyes off him as he walked in.

I'm pretty sure he wasn't a model, but he should've been. The lush jet black hair he groomed so carefully had a rippling quality, a sign of his rude health.

His only flaw was that he had beetle brows but then again, they fitted his face so well and only complemented his features more.

The aquiline nose he sported complemented his prominent cheeks bones Wich his lush facial hair graced. Sexy is an understatement, his basalt jaw and spartan shoulders spoke of length.

He possessed a latent, leonine power and Walked with power and authority.

Walking behind him was Jovani and two other men.

With his hands shoved into his trouser pockets, he approached me. A wicked glint in his most beautiful feature, his fog grey eyes. I pushed myself backward, hating how I felt so little in this situation. I spotted a gun in the pockets of one of the men and one wrong move could end my Life.

Upon approaching me, he looked down and I couldn't help but compare him to a Greek god. No! He was much more sexier.

Stop it Mercedes!

Get your head in the right place!

I stared down at me, I couldn't help but feel looked down on. He didn't need to say anything, his eyes said it all.

As much as I felt intimidated, I tried my best to look him in his dangerously beautiful eyes. I tried my best till I couldn't anymore, I looked down at my lap.

"This is her?" the room was filled with his sonorous voice. I immediately felt my thighs heat up upon hearing his voice, I didn't expect to ever be turned on by a voice alone.

"Sì." Jovani responded from the back.

The man who I assumed was boss studied me. His rakish clothes wore a spicy aroma that was appealing.

"Why am I here?" I couldn't stop myself from asking. The curiosity was killing me.

An amused look flashed in the boss' eyes.

"Shh little Angelo.. you weren't permitted to speak."

My eyes blinked as I puffed.

"I wasn't aware I needed your permission to speak. You're holding me hostage. This is wrong. Please-"

I was cut off as his finger was shoved down on my lip.

"I wasn't aware that Hugo's little la farfalla had such a sharp tongue." he chuckled.

My eyes widened in horror as I felt my heart beat stop.

Hugo? That was my father's name. How does he know my father?

"D-Did you know-" I was cut short again.

"Hugo Molina?" he scoffed as I found myself moving backwards. "I knew that bastardo."

"The funny thing is, that's why you're here." He gripped my wrists stopping me from moving backwards. "I'm going to make that bastardo cry in his grave."

His words ran down my spine. Who were this people and what exactly did they have against my father?

"How does that relate to me?" my voice became shaky. "What exactly do you want from me?"

I tried to wiggle my wrists free from him but it was no use, his build was much bigger than me and he pinned me to the dirty wall.

I winced in pain as my body was pressed to the dried cemented wall.

"Everything, I want to take everything from you. Nobody ever disrespects the Sandrino's and goes free and if your father can't pay for this sins, you will."

His minty breath fanned my cheeks. A tear threatened to fall down my cheeks but I had to keep it at bay. I couldn't afford to show weakness Infront of these monsters. I knew I wasn't strong but I could atleast fake it.

"Fuck you!" I yelled as I gathered just enough saliva and Mucus in my mouth and threw it at his face.

Yes, I just spat in the face of a man feared by many.

Did I regret it? Not now, but I'm sure I will.



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