Dahlia Emerson is the daugther everyone wants, she's kind, caring thoughtful, and she would never even think to hurt someone, even tough she grew up being neglected by her family.
Domenico Bianchi is the complete opposite. Being the Don of the itali...
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Dahlia Emerson's pov October 12
I force my legs to run faster, as the familiar bar called Hell Bar comes into view.
I look back, and see that mystery man is still running after me.
All I wanted to do, was get some ice cream when this random man started following me, and when I asked him about it he took a hold of my hand, and put his hand over my mouth but luckily I was able to run away.
I slam the door of Hell Bar open, and everybody's heads snap over to me. I grow embarrassed, but it's quickly replaced by fear as the man also enters the bar.
My eyes widen, as tears cloud my vision.
This is it. This is how I die.
This bar is owned by one of the most dangerous man in the world, and for me to be entering while this man is following I know for a fact that I'll die.
Atleast I won't get killed by my father.
The man grips onto my hand tightly, and I wince as a stray tear falls from my eyes. "Dont make this harder then it already is, girl." He whispers, his voice low and scary.
"Please just let me go." I beg, more tears falling from my eyes.
"Volkova? Che cazzo stai facendo?" A deep voice is heard from behind me, and I freeze as I slowly turn around.
'What the fuck are you doing here?'
My eyes widen, as I see Domenico Bianchi standing infront of me. I lightly pinch my arm to make sure I'm not dreaming, and when I see that nothing changes I felt out a shaky breath.
"This bitch over here needs to come with me." He grits trough his teeth. "I don't know you! Just please leave me alone!" I exclaim, my breathing heavy.
He's about to argue back when Domenico interrupts.
"Both of you get the fuck out." He warns, and the man looks me up and down, clenching his jaw before walking out.
I turn around, and put on my best puppy eyes.
"C-can I please stay here a little longer? I don't feel safe going out there." I ask him, and he scowls.
"Please! I promise I won't be a burden." I beg, and he looks at me up and down before sighing, and walking away.
Does that mean I could stay?
Even if it means I have to leave, I'm not wearing any clothes that would be fit to walk in October's cold weather.
I'm only wearing a white tube top, with matching shorts. I had a coat but I took it off in the ice cream shop, and didn't have a chance to take it since the man started following me.
I decide to follow him, and my eyes widen as I see him walk to the back of the bar.
He turns around at the sound of my sneakers squeaking against the floor, and he scowls again.
What is it with this man, and scowling?
"Why are you following me?" He raises a eyebrow, and I visibly shrink as I take a step back.
"I don't know what to do in here." I say slowly, and his yes flick down, before he looks back up at me.
Was he looking at my boobs?!
"We're you looking at my boobs?" I gasp, covering them with my hands. He scoffs, turning round, as he starts walking again.
I just follow him like a lost puppy, as he turns into a hallway with alot of rooms. My eyebrows furrow as we continue walking before he stops, infront of the last door in the back of the hallway.
I never knew the bar was this big.
He sighs, opening the door, and I let out a gasp, as I stare at the room that I think is his office.
The walls are white, with a grey flooring, in the corner is a black bookshelve, with a brown desk infront of it, and three desk chairs surroundinh it.
I try to look for paintings, but there arent any.
So boring.
Accros from the desk, is a round glass coffee table with grey couches, that look super comfy to jump on.
He steps inside, and before I can even put a toe inside the room, he slams the door shut in my face.
Oh.
"Um, im still outside." I say, knocking on the door but he doesn't open it. I sigh, turning around, and groan.
I stomp back to the front of the bar, where people are sitting and drinking God knows what, with women in their lap.
Disgusting.
As I put my hand on the door handle, it suddenly flies open, hitting my nose, and I swear I could hear a crack.
The guy at the door, eyes widen, as I groan loudly holding my nose, as tears cloud my vision.
"My nose you, halfwit!" I exclaim, and the guy's eyebrows furrow but he takes my hand away from my nose.
"I'm so sorry. I totally didnt see you there." He apologizes, but I could hear him snicker, and I huff pushing past him, and walking out of the bar.
I let out a sob, as I see that it's raining, and I can't help but let the tears fall from my eyes, as I crouch down holding my nose.
How did I go from getting ice cream, to almost getting kidnapped, meeting the italian mafia don, and now having a broken nose?!
I don't even wanna think about what my dad will do when I get home.
