Their Girl - 18+

Chapter seven

I kept hitting him and he stood there and let me, I don't even know where Salvatore went at this point.

God this was so frustrating. I dropped my arms exhausted and fell into his hard chest sobbing. He brushed my hair back from my wet face and hugged me.

What the hell? Doesn't this guy get it? He is the one doing this to me.

Finding comfort in his actions I stay there, crying into the Italian mafia bosses chest.

This was so embarrassing. I felt a hand on my waist from behind me. Salvatore. He pulled me away from Gian and brought me to a fancy dining room, and placed me in a seat.

He put a plate of pasta in front of me. It looked delicious, I hadn't even realized how hungry I was, but I didn't make any moves to eat.

Salvatore and Gian sighed as they sat across from me, with their own plates.

"Eat Camilla."

I shook my head and rubbed my sore eyes.

Salvatore got up and sat next to my grabbing my fork, and stabbing the pasta and bringing it to my mouth. I backed my head up moving away from the pasta.

He gave me a warning look which made me even more scared but I didn't care.

He grabbed my jaw and shoved the fork in my mouth, forcing me to eat it.

I groaned and tried to get out of his hold. "Are you going to eat on your own?"

I nodded, just wanting out of his arms. "Words."

Is this guy for real? "Fine I'll eat your stupid fucking pasta."

He let go of me and went back to his seat. I cut a small piece of a noodle and brought it to my mouth.

They looked at me disappointed giving me a look. I ate a whole peice of pasta and they stopped glaring at me.

"I want to go back to America."

"No, eat more." Gian said, what happened to talking?

"What do you mean no? You said we would talk! Y-you can't just kidnap me! And my friends! You're forcing my friends I-into something so horrible!"

They just continued staring at me. "Are you done?" Gian asked.

I threw the plate of pasta at them, which they easily dodged the plate shattering and pasta smearing all over the walls.

I ran through the unfamiliar mansion until I found a glass door which looked like it led to their backyard, which was the beach. I go to open it until a body steps in the way. I look up and see James.

"Nun uh, bosses said you aren't allowed to leave."

This guy! "Move! Please!"

"He won't do anything without our permission, gattino." I turn around and see Gian and Salvatore standing there at the end of the hallway. (Kitten.)

I let a few tears slip out. "What do you w-want from me?"

Their eyes softened a little and Gian spoke "Follow us."

I didn't see as I had much choice so I followed them, and we ended up in an office.

Gian closed the door. "Take a seat, piccolo."

I took his big seat, he rolled his eyes but sat down in the tinier chair, as did Salvatore.

"I want to go home." I spoke.

"We want you." Salvatore replied.

They want me?

"No thank you, I want to go back to America."

Their gazes darkened. Gian spoke "Yoi are ours little one, only ours, you won't go back to America, you will stay here in Italy with us."

I cried "No! I hate you! I don't want you! I'm not yours."

Gian growled and stood up smashing something against the wall. "You are ours, and the sooner you figure that out the better, Camilla. You won't leave this estate, and you definitely will not be leaving fucking Italy."

He stormed off slamming the door shut on his way. I sobbed and brought my knees up to my chest.

Salvatore looked at me with anger, sadness, and worry.

"He's just angry little one give him some time. I know this is a lot to handle, but it will all be fine soon." He stood in front of me before also leaving me alone in the office.

After five minutes the door opened and I saw an old short lady come into view.

"Masters have told me to show you your room."

I nodded softly at the old lady who had a certain look in her eyes. Worry.

I shifted uncomfortably and followed her. She led me to a dark room with a window overviewing the ocean.

"Masters said they thought you might like the view."

That was kinda sweet, but it doesn't make up for the fact they kidnapped me.

"Where are their rooms?" I asked, hopefully far away from mine.

She gave me a confused look which I retorted. "Oh I'm sorry, I thought they would be in here with you. I guess they are still right across the hall."

I nodded. "Your clothes are already in your closet, and your bathroom is freshly cleaned and refilled. Please do tell me if you need anything."

I nodded for the thousandth time before getting into the bed, cuddling into the soft sheets.

I had no tears left to cry, since I had cried all day.

This was so unfair, they claim they want me, then start saying they own me and treat me like that?

I made a promise to myself.

I will not stop fighting, and I will not fall for the Russo brothers.

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