I wake up in soft, silky sheets. They're surrounding me in a sense of security that I can't describe.
I sit up, rubbing my eyes. They widen as I look around and see that I don't recognise this place.
The dark room seems to be made up of strictly black and blood red colours.
It was truly breath-takingly gorgeous. A perfect fit for a mafia man.
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I hear commotion downstairs and I run towards it when I hear Liv. I really need a friend right now.
As I turn to where I can hear her, I crash into a wall.
I rub my head, groaning to see glaring eyes.
I gulp.
"Don't mind me Santini." I chuckle awkwardly.
He looks me up and down, taking in my figure and I look down at my outfit, feeling more self-conscious than usual under his intense gaze.
"What the- Why am I in your shirt?" I query, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Hmm?"
I roll my eyes at the man drooling before me.
"My eyes are in my head last time I checked." I state, making him look up at me.
"Why am I in your god damn shirt, Cole?" I repeat.
"I assumed you wouldn't wanna sleep in a dress, no?" he smirks.
"Besides, you look better in it anyway." he whispers, leaning down to my ear.
"Wh- Hey!"
Oh god. Why does this man love carrying me over his shoulder?
We get back to his room and he locks his door.
I slowly back away from him and start pacing around the room, becoming agitated as I know what's about to happen.
"What happened last night?"
Theeere it is. The question I didn't want to be asked.
I can't trust him.
He'll use me as bait.
He'll bring them back.
I refuse to go within a million miles of him.
"You can trust me ya know." he says as though reading my thoughts.
"How do I know that, uomo mafioso?" [mafia man] I scoff.
"Technically, it's mafia leader. And as long as it doesn't involve me, I have no reason to harm you, Cassie."
"Nope. Not trusting you. Not with this." I say, turning my back to him.
He makes his way over to me, leaning down to my ear. His warm breath makes goose bumps shoot throughout my body.
"Cosa posso fare per dimostrarti che puoi fidarti di me?" [What can I do to show you that you can trust me?] he whispers seductively.
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