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Monae's normal life as a college student is turned upside down when she's taken from the streets of New York City and forced into human trafficking.
Her life was n...
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"It's been long... hasn't it? Giovanni... Boss of the Bianca Piuma Mafia."
"The last time we met you were still a little brat weren't you?" Giovanni cackled.
"I apologize for that time. I was the one who gave you that scar on your face."
Giovanni's eyebrows furrowed.
"If I had been successful in killing you then you wouldn't be left with such a ugly face." Blaine stated simply.
Giovanni snickered at Blaine.
"Next time I won't fail." Blaine declared, "I wonder what would have happened if you'd been killed by me."
"Care for a drink?" Giovanni offered with a smug smile, "It's expensive."
Blaine accepted the offer.
They clanked glasses and took a swig.
Then slammed their glasses down.
"... why didn't you kill Monae?"
"Monae?" Giovanni questioned. "Oh... that black American brat."
Blaine's gaze turned cold.
"We did some pretty terrible things to her. Even if she had no involvement with you... we still tortured her... but she never told us she was a virgin." Giovanni smiles, "Well... not anymore."
Blaine gripped her glass tightly. She raised from when she sat, "I'm glad to hear you didn't kill her. Because if you did kill Monae... then I would've used all my power to destroy Bianca Piuma."
"What?" Giovanni was caught off guard.
"That was expensive alcohol. Until we meet again," Blaine dismissed herself.
"Blaine!" Giovanni shouts and as Blaine walks out one of Gio's men runs in.
"We have a problem boss! All our goods for the Bianca Piuma mafia has been destroyed! Those damn bastards annihilated everything!" He yelled.
"BLAINE?!" Giovanni raged.
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Blaine walked into her mansion to find Leslie chatting with Monae.
"Les... what the hell are you doing here?!" Blaine almost shouts.
Monae spoke up instead of Leslie, "She came to return something you forgot... then I asked her to stay for a sec."
"I was just about to leave..." Leslie said as she zipped up her purse.
"The hell are you thinking..." Leslie whispers into Blaine's ear before she walked out.
Blaine then faced Monae.
"Do you know what type of relation I have with that woman?" Blaine questions.
Nerves struck Monae but then she calms, "I do..."
"Do you understand what kind of position that is?" Blained questioned.
"Yeah..." Monae grumbled.
"No you don't..." Blaine responded.
"Yes I do!" Monae protested. "-No... you don't-" "-Yes I do!-" "-No you don't."
"I do!" The stubborn kid yelled once more. "I'm just another lover right!?"
The room then grew silent.
"You are right."
"You are my "inamorata" (lover)."
Blaine then suddenly came forward and held Monae around her waist.
"If you don't understand that word... just feel it... feel it in me... in the strength of my feelings..." Blaine whispers against Monae's lips before kissing her longingly.
Monae felt the kiss was so hot and gentle but she knew Blaine was so cold and cruel. In reality Monae felt locked in this cage. A cage of mixed emotions.
Blaine hugged Monae tightly, "In Italy the word "inamorata"is only spoken to who is most precious to another."
