I didn't exactly choose to be stolen at four years old.
But the French underworld isn't big on consent.
One minute I was Donatella Acardi, Mafia royalty. The next? Just another stolen kid bleeding in someone else's basement.
That's where I met Ami...
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Donatella POV:
I slipped back into my room, the door clicking shut behind me like a secret sealing itself away. The lights were low—just how we liked it—but Amir was already awake. Sitting up in bed, shirtless, hair a little messy from sleep, dark eyes focused on me with a kind of quiet alertness.
His brows furrowed the second I walked in.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice low and rough from just waking up.
I didn’t answer right away. Just kicked off my hoodie and tossed it onto the chair like it had personally betrayed me. My jaw was tight, and my fists were still clenched from everything that just happened. I hated how tense my muscles felt, like my whole body was still mid-fight.
He watched me carefully. His eyes scanned me like he was cataloguing bruises I didn’t have.
“You left while I was sleeping.” His voice was softer now. Concern wrapped around every word. “What happened?”
I scoffed, heading to the bathroom mirror just to look at myself for a second—to center. My reflection stared back: lips pressed tight, eyes sharper than usual, skin still flushed with annoyance. I looked like I’d been through a war. Which, honestly, emotionally speaking—I had.
“Leon—” I started, then paused.
Damn it.
I caught myself. My jaw tightened.
“Leonardo,” I corrected, rolling my eyes at myself. No nicknames. No softening. I couldn't afford it. Not with him. Not with any of them. Amir didn’t comment, but I knew he noticed. He always did.
“Leonardo decided to reenact a porno in his room while I was trying to sleep,” I said flatly. “Moaning. Screaming. Headboard banging like we were back in a damn earthquake.”
Amir blinked. Once. Twice. Then smirked. “Seriously?”
“Oh, you think it’s funny?” I shot him a look as I climbed into bed. “You should’ve heard it. Girl sounded like she was being sacrificed to the gods. Loud as hell. I thought someone was being murdered at first.”
He chuckled, deep and soft in his chest, and I hated how much I liked the sound.
“And you walked in on them?” he asked, raising a brow.
“Sat on the damn couch. Waited for them to get dressed and leave.”
He paused. “You’re kidding.”
I stared at him.
He laughed harder now. “Of course you did. Of course you did. That’s so you.”
I leaned back against the pillows, exhaling through my nose. “I wasn’t about to let his nonsense keep me up all night. And you were passed out like a corpse. I figured someone should suffer with me.”
