When 19 years old, Anna Hunt moves from California to Italy. She hopes to start a new life, make friends and be a normal teenager.
Lorenzo Balotelli is the most dangerous and feared person in Italy.
He is also the boss of the Italian Mafia.
He wil...
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"I am crying from on the inside but I have a smile on my face." ~ Annonymous
I woke up in an unfamiliar room. When I tried to stand up, I felt something tight around my hands and legs. I tried to move around to loosen them up but it didn't budge. "Hello!" I called out. That's when my memory comes rushing back to me.
Kate.
She had brought me to her car to drive me back home, but out of nowhere, she stuck a needle in my neck and I dozed off. Why would she bring me here? What was this place? The room was tiny and plain. The walls were grey and I could see a camera in the corner flashing red. The place seemed like a normal room in a house, but what would Kate want with her?
I thought Kate and I were having fun. I thought she was going to drive me home. I thought a lot of things. I saw the doorknob twist open and I shook in fear. When the person walked in, I gulped. No way, it can't be. I couldn't have gotten kidnapped and brought to him.
It was Lorenzo Balotelli.
I've done my research on Rome, and when I searched up dangerous things in Italy, it auto fixed to dangerous people in Italy, and there he was. He looked scarier in person. He had brown hair and it was gelled to one side, and his eyes were green. He had tattoos everywhere I'm guessing, but the only ones visible were the ones on his neck and hands because he was wearing a black suit. The only thing google failed to mention was what his job was. What would he want with me? I'm guessing it's something that I'll regret knowing.
As Lorenzo walked towards me, I started to feel more nervous. My heart started racing as he took a seat opposite me. "Hello, Anna." He said calmly. I didn't say anything, scared I'd say the wrong thing. I felt his stare burning into my soul. "Don't be scared." He talked. I tried my very hardest not to cry but instead just smiled because crying would mean he's won, which I won't let happen.
As I smiled at him, he looked to be in shock. "I can tell you're going to be perfect for the job," Lorenzo smirked.
I'm terrified and confused. I'm going to be perfect for what job? If he thinks I'm working for him he's crazy. I'd rather die than work for the devil himself. "I'm not working for you and I never will," I spoke confidently. He stayed silent for a minute. "Anna, how's your mom? Is she doing ok?" He smirked. I just kept smiling, ignoring what he said. "You see, I have a few of my men standing outside your house as we speak, and all I have to do is push a button and they'll kill your precious mom." He said, still smirking.
One tear betrayed me. It ran down my face and stopped just below my chin. He watched my reaction to his words and by the looks of it, he seemed pretty happy by the outcome.
"LET ME GO!" I roared. He stood there laughing, not moving an inch. "You know I can't do that, right?" He smirked. I held back the tears that wanted to badly come rushing down. "So Anna, what's it going to be? You work for me, or I kill your mom." Lorenzo said. Instead of answering his question, I ignored him and asked one myself. "If I worked for you, what would be my job? What does the scary Lorenzo Balotelli work as?"
