What happens when 24 year old Myron Davis gets herself caught up with Vincenzio Ferrari the don of the Italian mafia, because she can't control her temper.
"Who do you think your talking to Tesoro" (sweetheart) I say as I wrap my hand around her thr...
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I'm woken up by two deep voices having a conversation. "I just wanted to get to know the one I was dancing with, why did we have to kidnap them?" One of the voices speaks. "Because something about the feisty one caught my attention, fuck off"
"You couldn't have just spoke to her you fucking creep" then I hear footsteps on the hard floor start to fade away .
I let out a light groan as I sit up in the king size bed. This is definitely not my room, where the hell am I. It was a nice room though, the bed had red silk sheets and a black fuzzy comforter, in the corner of the room was a little siting area with black couches that had red decorative pillows on it sitting in front of a set of double glass doors. Their was a big flat screen tv hanging on the wall in front of the bed with a fire place under it, I was interrupted out of me admiring the room when a man walked it. When I looked at him my mouth slightly opened he was godly, dark brown hair that was slicked back with effort, unholy hazel eyes and a build of a god. He clears his throat which pulls me out of my thoughts, I plaster a small smile on my face and speak "Damn".
"What was that formidable" (gorgeous) he says as he scans my face like he's looking at every detail of it. " I said Damn" I say confidently. He smirks as he steps closer to my side of the bed which is closes to the door. "Is that a good or bad reaction" he says.
"Good, sir you are fine as hell" I say bluntly. "I can't even be mad you took me against my will, all honest I would've came willingly if you asked" I blink at the man.
He takes a seat at the end of the bed and chuckles. "Siete così aperti con I vostri pensieri... Mi piace quello" (you are so open with your thoughts... I like that) he says his accent thick. " I have no idea what you just said" I say doing what I like to call the white people smile.
"Anyways where am I and why am I here" I ask looking around the room again. "You're here because I chose to take you..." he stops to think, then continues "also I seen you at my club causing a big commotion last night principessa".
I roll my eyes "so you kidnapped me because I hit your little girlfriend in the face... again" I say questionably.
"One not my girlfriend, and two kinda but not really" he says in a deep tone. I feel a shiver go down my spine just from hearing him talk.
"What do you mean kinda but not really" I say confused.
"You caused a disturbance at my club, I don't like those. So I will keep you here till you know how to act" he says and I look at him wide eyed.
"I am a grown ass woman, how I act is none of your damn business so fuck you, your girlfriend, and your club" I say getting out of the bed only to be pushed against the wall with a hand around my throat.
