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The SUV car drove through private land. A large palace-like mansion came to view. I blinked my eyes rapidly to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

This bitch just ran away from this fucking mansion in seek of freedom?! Jesus Christ!

"Brave, we have arrived," I said softly to wake her up. Few more guys surround the car and soon we were escorted to the mansion.

"Señor, está llegando." A guy informed us with a nod.

(Sir, is coming)

A strong build man walked down the stairs, a pretty lady followed him. They both looked like were in their late 40s.

"¿Este es el elegido?" he snorted, looking at me. The guys around us nodded their heads.

(Trans: this is the guy?)

"Hello and welcome to Jaxon Hills." he greeted with a smile. A threatening one. His Spanish accent was thicker than Brave and he struggling to speak proper English.

I glanced at Brave who was staring the lady on the stairs who had a fierce expression on her face.

"Ah! el cariño. You look famished. Did he hurt you?" The man walked to Brave and embraced her in a hug.

(Honey)

"No, no. He did not," she replied.

"As for you, Bribón." he turned to me with a smile. "¿Secuestró a mi hija?"

(As for you, rascal. Did you Kidnap my daughter?)

The only word I knew in Spanish was, Hola and . So I said that after all, he didn't look angry.

"Hola. Si"

(Hello. Yes.)

His brows rose in surprise.

Oh, did I impress him already?

"Sabes español?"

(Do you understand Spanish?)

"Sí," I said in a chirpy tone, getting used to his friendly behavior.

"Genial. No saldrás de esta mansión con la cabeza pegada a tu cuerpo." he grins and a smile makes way to his lips.

What? Mob bosses are fun!

(Great. You won't walk out of this house with your head attached to your body.)

"Me encantaría hacer el proceso yo mismo, pero Stepan quiere hacerlo." he winks .

(I would love to do the honors but Stepan wants to do it.)

I laugh and punch his chest playfully.

He stops smiling. Oops. He then surprised me by laughing and punching back my chest before leaving the room.

"Ouch, I think he broke my ribcage." he groaned, rubbed my chest.

"Oh really?" Brave scoffed. "On scale 1-10 how painful will be for you to get your head chopped off?"

I laugh, "Off charts. I'm not really a fan of blood. Why ask though?"

She bites her lips nervously, "Maybe you should get used to blood." she gave me a light shrug. "Dada might or might not have threatened to decapitate you."

My jaw grazed the floor. That man, that sweet, gentleman man? I refuse to believe.

"But that guy-" I stuttered.

"I know. He is quite scary and interesting." she accepted.

"You said, decapitation wasn't his taste?"

"It's not. It's my fiancé's, Stephan Riccardo."

"Jesus, what on the world have I put myself into?" I shouted in my Australian accent.

"You said, you wanted me to let you into my life. This is my life. Welcome to my world." she waved her hands dramatically.

"This is all your fault. I'm going to die most cruelly! Oh, I'm not ready. No-" I exclaimed but before I could two bulky guys hooked their arms around my shoulder and dragged me out the scene.

"Help me! Someone help me!!!"

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"Madame, si necesita algo, infórmeme." one of dad's trusted minions said as he guarded my bedroom door.

(Madam, if you need anything inform me.)

"I won't need anything. No entres en mi habitación si quieres que tus ojos a salvo tus enchufes."

(Don't come in if you want your eyes safe in your sockets.)

I warned him before slamming the door shut on his face.

I'm not really in the mood for manners neither do I like this place.

I took a shower, cleaned up my body, and put on a white tee, and a washed blue ripped jeans.

I turned on the blow dryer shutting down the volume from the surroundings. I was almost done with the work when I felt familar arms crawling up my waist. I drop the machine which caused it to shut down and the hands flinch off my body.

I turned around to face the intruder which I could easily identify from the inks from all over his body, only his face was the only place where the ink hadn't been touched, "Stephan."

"Hello, love," he smirks walking closer to my body, caging me between him and the counter. His hands placed on either side of my hips and I tried my best to keep a straight face.

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The Spanish are directly from Google translator so we all know how good that works.

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