Hana' pov
There wasn't much time left, I asked Maria when Massimo would be back, suggesting I had 15 minutes till I escape. Or so I thought.
I knew it was impossible to walk out the front door without his men dragging me back inside so I came up with a new plan. The sound off the dressing table, scratched on the floor as I push it towards the door as a barricade. I place multiple items on top just for my security. I grabbed all the sheets from the closet and the ones on the bed tying them twice securely. This was my way out, I wasn't going to sit here and mope all day like a sad kitten.
This was a stupid plan.
I was scared of heights. Never in my life have i been on a rollercoaster. Even swings I had avoided since I was little. My hands trembled as I tied the sheets around my body.
"I can do this..." I took a deep breath and walked towards the balcony. The other end of the sheets were tied up to the leg of the bed. Let's hope it can hold my weight, I probably should have ate less, who knew it would be my downfall. I put one leg over the balcony and then the other, I turned my body so now I'm facing the room. I clenched the sheets and began going down slowly, my eyes were closed as I couldn't comprehend what the hell I was doing. It was basically suicide.
Once i realised my feet had touched the ground, I untangled myself and raced towards the edge of the villa. One, two...there was 5 guards patrolling the area. I couldn't escape but you know what i'll just try.
I casually walked up the gates hoping no one would notice me, until one guards stops me.
"Wait...Miss, what are you doing outside?" I freeze and turned towards him.
"...Maria...she said I could get some fresh air." The guard raised his eyebrow, then nodded his head. He bought that? Massimo's guards are quite gullible. As I was about to push open the gate, a yell coming from behind me makes me dash hastily.
"Stop her!" Of course it was Maria, I thought we grew on each other but I guess not.
There was nothing but trees and a path for cars, I ran and ran until a car beeps, sending my butt to the floor as it breaks before hitting me. My heart thumped loudly, I quickly got up when the door opened and Massimo's eyes darted towards mine.
"What the fuck?!" He storms to me and yanks me by the back of my hijab, making me hiss.
"What do you think you're doing?" His body presses against mine, the scent of his cologne filling my nostrils. It was a combination of expensive leather, oak and musk, somewhat intoxicating.
"Let me go!" I yell but he yanks onto my hair, lifting my head to face his. My eyes watered from the pain he was inflicting on me.
"Did you not listen to my instructions? Misbehave and you'll regret it. Now you'll see how much patience I have to little brats who don't listen." He sneered and grabbed my arm dragging me inside the villa.
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Massimo's povI was coming back from an important meeting that took two hours. It was to do with some gangs infiltrating our supplies of equipment. I couldn't stress how much I wanted to get the fuck out off there and be done with it. I made sure Maria updated me hourly of Hana's whereabouts and what she was doing. It may seem like i'm obsessive of her, but i'm doing it so i don't have to deal with troubles when I get back to the villa.
Finally the meeting finished and I abruptly got up, darting towards my car and sped off. It felt good, the fun and adrenaline pumping through my body as the car zoomed past the trees and buildings, until my eyes laid on a certain figure.
"Shit!" The car jolted as, the brakes were pressed sharply. Killing wasn't apart of my plans, so who the fuck would jump out onto the streets like that.
I pushed open the door and my eyes land on a pair of familiar brown ones.
"What the fuck?!" I storm over to her yanking her by the back of her hijab, my finger digging into her hair, letting a small yelp from her mouth.
"What do you think you're doing?" I pressed my body against hers, feeling the smallness and plumpness of her breasts against my chest. Her damn smell lingered in my nose again.
Let me go!" I snarled as she yells at me, making me yank her head back so she's looking into my eyes that holds danger.
"Did you not listen to my instructions? Misbehave and you'll regret it. Now you'll see how much patience I have to little brats who don't listen." I sneered and grabbed her arm dragging her inside the villa. I felt her struggle against my powerful grip, her cries ringing in my ears.
"Sir..." Maria's voice quivered, she looked at me but quickly bowed her head as I stare daggers at her and carried on walking to my room. I burst the door open and yank her inside. Hana moves backwards which I grab her by the throat, slightly squeezing to cause pain. I hear her gasp and struggle to breath when all of a sudden she knees me in the groin and runs out the room.
"Damn it!" I double over in pain as she managed to land a quick strike to my groin. I quickly compose myself, gritting my teeth in anger. "You little minx..."
I watch her run off and growl, slowly following after her. I was fuming with anger and adrenaline.
The chase was on.
I looked in every corner and room, fury surged through my veins. My jaw clenched tight as I see the room she escaped in.
"Playing hard to get, are we?" I muttered under my breath, a slight hint of amusement in my voice. I approached the room, my footsteps silent and calculated.
My laugh echoed throughout the room, i already knew where she was hiding. Her white hijab stuck out like a sore thumb in the blackness.
"It seems like my fiore mio is playing hide and seek." In a swift motion, I pulled her out of her hiding spot, both our breaths mixing. I grabbed her cheeks and clenched down, my mouth a centimetre away touching her delicious round lips.
"You think this is a game? I gave you a chance and now you'll learn your place the hard way." I circled my arms around her knees, lifting her over my shoulders as I stroll to my room. I smirked as I felt her tiny hands throw punches at my muscular back. I throw her down on the bed, watching her bounce.
"Take off your clothes..."
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Bound by Blood and Belief: A Mafia Series; 1
RomanceHana Saleh's life was a symphony of tradition and quiet contentment. At 20, she was a tapestry woven with the threads of her faith: the warmth of family dinners, the gentle rustle of her hijab as she walked through the bustling streets of New York...