Love is a 25 year old designer who lives in Paris.
Her life isn't what you say normal,
her boyfriend Isaac comes from a very powerful mafia family, who happens to own the PSG football club.
Love thought she was happy but soon started to question ev...
It was 6pm in the afternoon, I literally slept all day. Dario came in my room asking for a picture with my bruise. He said the doctor wanted an update. I refused but after Dario constant begging, I decided to let him send the picture for the doctor. After Dario left, I took a shower and got changed. I started to feel a bit hungry after all I haven't eaten all day, I decided to go down stairs to the kitchen to make myself something, I'm sure Isaac wouldn't be home early its Friday he usually goes to the club after work. The house was empty, all the maids and cook have already left, but even though the inside the house was empty, Outside the property was full of armed men guarding the house. I walked passed Isaac office towards the kitchen, when suddenly I herd him calling my name. Making me stop in my tracks stepping back looking into his office. He was sitting on his desk cleaning his guns.
"Where are you going?" "I see your legs are better." He said walking towards me.
"I'm hungry" I managed to stutter.
"Well the cook just left." "But Dario is out," "I can have him bring something for you if you like." He said looking at me.
"It's ok I can make something for myself." I said walking to the kitchen as Isaac followed behind me.
Dario POV
I arrived at Neymar's house, he was sitting on the porch waiting for me to arrive, I walked sitting next to him, "Hows Love?" He instantly asked looking at me, I could see how uneasy he was, he looked stressed.
"She is ok now," I said taking out my phone.
"What do you mean by," "she is ok now?" "Did something happened to her?" He asked turning to me.
I took out my phone showing him the pictures of Love's bruised leg.
"What is this?" He asked grabbing the phone from my hands, looking closer at the picture.
"Isaac did that to her last night," "Apparently he teased her on her legs until she "couldn't take it anymore and she passed out."
Neymar instantly got up pacing around cursing like a crazy person. He then ran inside the house coming back out with his car keys in his hands. I ran towards the car leaning on the door preventing him from opening the door.
"Get out of my way Dario," "I am going to get Love back tonight and no one is going to stop me, not you Not Rico or Isaac." He shouted pushing me away from his car.
"Neymar you need to stick to the plan," "or you are going to get yourself and Love kill," "Isaac gave orders to the guards that if Love tries to leave the house to shoot her." "You are going to get Love hurt if you don't stick to Rico's plan." I said pleading with him.
"We'll call Rico let's do the plan now let's go get her back tonight" He said shouting at me.
"Neymar, the plan was to take her when she is at work," "She is not going to be at work for a few days." "Isaac will not let Love leave that house with those scars," "she will be stuck in that house for awhile. "we need to be patient and wait until she gets better and goes back to work." "Then we will be able to get her safely."
I said pleading with him as he stood there thinking, then suddenly he walked back into the house coming back out a few minutes later with a bag in his hands. Putting it in his car.
"What are you doing?" I asked confused as fuck.
"Im going to do what you have been failing to do these past few days," He said getting in the car and driving off leaving me there.
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Love POV
I decided to make roast chicken and vegetables. Isaac sat in the kitchen watching me as I cook like a hawk.
"You didn't answer my question earlier Love." He said taping his finger on the counter.
"What question?" I asked not looking up at him.
"How's your leg" He asked.
"It's bruise really bad " "I guess I won't be wearing anything short for a little while." "But who cares I'm locked up in a prison its not like" "I'm going anywhere," I said coldly at him.
"Well I'm fine with you not wearing anything short," "You are my girlfriend and you need to dress to my liking." "I'm going to hire a stylist to get new clothes for you," "more appropriate clothes for a mafia girlfriend." He said getting up off his chair walking towards me.
"Can I see your leg?" "He asked stepping closer to me." I shook my head saying no, but instantly got scared seeing the angry look that came upon his face.
"Fine go ahead" I said, scared that he would get mad and repeat last night all over again. I stood there watching as he knelt down in front me, he slowly pull down my sweatpants revealing my legs. Looking closely at it. I flinched as he brushed his fingers against my bruised skin. With a guilty look on his face. I remembered promising myself that if he ever touched me again, I will kill him, I took my left hand reaching for the knife on the counter wrapping my fingers tightly around the handle. I slowly lift up the knife my hand trembling in fear as I held it over him. But as much as I want to hurt him I couldn't, images of our past relationship flashed in front my eyes, I once loved Isaac, I can't hurt him, my heart would never let me hurt him. I quickly placed the knife back down on the counter as a tear fell from my eye. Suddenly his phone rang getting his attention, I watched as he got up off the floor answering the phone, then walked out the kitchen. I quickly grabbed a small knife from the draw placing it on the waist of my pants, pulling my top over hiding it, I won't hurt him but if he tries to hurt me I would have to choice to defend myself. After a while I heard him walking back chatting with someone.
"my love" Isaac called out making me scrunched my face in disgust, why the fuck is he calling me that, is he bipolar, I thought to myself as I continue to chop my vegetables.
"We have company" He said making me stop what I was doing looking up at him. I was literally startled seeing Neymar standing next to Isaac with a huge bag in his hand. "Fuck" I cried out looking down at the cutting board seeing blood everywhere, I accidentally cut my finger.
