KIAN | 18+

3

Fiorella

I kept my mouth shut for the rest of the ride. Not because I was scared of them but because it would be truly embarrassing if this man knew that my panties were soaked beneath my skirt.

It was fucked up. But I always had a thing for deep, guttural voices and this man reeked of that voice. It was unfair that he was also a man capable of killing me.

And I think my panties just dampened a bit more.

I should have just walked through another path.

The roads were empty, I could not see but I could hear the coldness of the night. Not a single car honking or any voices.

Well until the man who kidnapped me suddenly turned his attention to me. "What's your name, Stellina?"

For a second, I wanted to ignore his question, since it never was a question, it was a demand. But also because for a second, I didn't want to tell him something so personal. No one had asked me about my name in a long time, even the ones I had given were fake. It was easier to fake when your name held no meaning, no lineage, and no family.

"If you are thinking of lying-"

I cut him off. "Yeah, I know, you are going to kill me or something similar."

"I was going to say spank the truth out of you but whatever works for you." I could hear the smirk, the amusement in his voice.

"Fiorella La Rosa." My voice shook with a little uncertainty.

How long since I had uttered my name? How long since I had heard my name being uttered? Too long.

"And where are you from?" His question was innocent and I really was trying to formulate an answer when the car came to a halt.

"We are here, Capo."

Capo. He was the Caporegime of the Cosa Nostra.

I really fucked my life up.

I was dragged, this time a little bit more gently, out of the car, with two men holding my arms in an iron class grip, and my feet touched a concrete gravel path.

Suddenly my blindfold was ripped away from my eyes and blinding lights immediately made me squint my eyes.

Pieces of hair strands fell onto my face and the Capo of Cosa Nostra, the man that made both Italy and America tremble in fear gently tugged them behind my ear before whispering. "Welcome home, Stellina."

The two men who accompanied me throughout the whole ride disappeared somewhere with a single flicker of their boss's hand. Their boss, the man who just kidnapped me for witnessing a crime he committed, gently took my hand and led me to the house that resembled a palace. For all, I knew it totally could be a palace.

"Since you know my name it's only fair that I should know yours," I said conversationally. I stepped into the stairs leading up to the brown shade door of this gigantic structure.

The pale sandy fawn-colored mansion stood there as if the surrounding nature had embraced it, that the flora flowed within it as much as around it. For the architect had loved the trees so much that there was a mighty oak in the center, centuries old, and the great house had been built around it. It stood so tall that I was sure it would cross the mountains surrounding it.

"It's funny how you think you have any power in this situation." His arrogance dripped like honey.

I turned my face in his direction only to see he was wearing that smirk again. "Fuck you."

"Oh, I would." He opened the door and let me in. "And you can moan Kian when the time comes."

Kian. It wasn't an Italian name but that thought came second to the fact that how hot his name sounded regardless of its nationality.

"A waitress? Really?" The voice was the second growly male voice I had heard tonight. I looked ahead to see a tall man with broad shoulders who had the same eye color as the man holding me captive. He stood proudly, arrogantly in what could possibly be the living room of this mansion. Chandelier crystals hung above three beige-colored sofas that could fit my entire apartment. "Even I thought you had better taste than that."

Kian rolled his eyes. "Clearly I don't, since I let you live at my place without any money."

The man put his hands on his heart dramatically. "You can't kick your own brother out."

"Cousin."

"It's the same thing."

"It's really not." He raised one of his eyebrows before pointing his shoulders toward me. "This is Fiorella-"

The man, I really needed to get their names before I started calling everyone 'man', put a smirk on his face that was eerily identical to Kian's.

"- If you even think about her, I will personally take your eyeballs out and crush them, you get me Enzo?"

The threat hung on the room silently. Enzo didn't seem at all bothered by it. In fact, it seemed he just got more amused.

"This is going to be so fun, brother. I can't wait to see it all happen."