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Tatiana POV

My eyes fluttering open. Checking the time seeing it's still quiet early, I groan at the shouting I hear downstairs. Getting up from the bed, grabbing the silky white robe I rushed down the stairs. A man who looked to be in his mid 60s, furrow in his eyes, "Pagherai per questo!" (You will pay for this) not sure what he's saying, his face red with anger and as Alexander stood there emotionless, "Inizierò prima con la tua prostituta di una moglie, poi tu. questa è la promessa di Giordano" (I will first start with your prostitute of a wife, then you. that is a promise Giordano) he hisses, Alexander's face void of any emotions. The man making his way out with men following behind him. Alexander looking towards me, anger apparent on his face, "who was that and why was he so angry?" I question, "no body" he says before walking past me.

Following behind him, "he didn't look like a nobody" I hiss, walking in the kitchen the maids immediately scurried away, "tell me!" I groan, "no one you should worry about it, and that's final Tatiana" he hissed before walking past me.....
Rolling my eyes at his reaction in walked Elizabeth, "morning amor" she smiles, "morning Elizabeth" I smile, "Mia  is preparing your breakfast, would you like to eat here?" Thinking for a moment, "please ask her to bring it to the garden" I smile. Nodding her head she made her way out. Sighing I walked out the house over to the garden, "who ever thought I could request where I wanted my food and have my own chef" I think to myself. Things have seriously changed. Taking a seat, down the bench. I wonder how my parents responded when they found me missing, did they even care. Though there isn't much for me to go back to, I definitely missed my country. I wish I could speak about the beauty of Italy but sadly I haven't seen it because I've been cooped up. I feel lonely, I have no one to talk to.  "Thought I would find you here" looking up at Alexander, taking a seat next to me, "you seem to be in deep thought" he says, not responding to his words, what is he bipolar. A part of me felt angry that he's the whole reason why this is happening, but another part remembers i would either be homeless, dead or a prostitute if it wasn't for him. "I'm just tired" I whisper, "I'm tired of being cooped up in here" I say sadly, tears now suddenly brimming my eyes, feeling his eyes fixed on me. "What do you want, anything besides going back to America" he says, "I just want fresh air, I just want to enjoy some time out of the house" I say honestly. Sighing out as he got up from his seat, "I have time today, go get changed" he says, my brows furrowed, looking up at him, "go before I change my mind" he claps his hands making me get up from my seat. Scurrying to our room. Quickly getting dressed in a white floral summer dress along with sandals, letting my hair fall free.
Rushing down the stairs I'm met with the usual formal Alexander already on his phone. "I'm ready" i say. Putting his phone away, I followed him out the house, leading me to a Ferrari. I slid in as he went the other.

Driving off, "how come your men don't drive you around yet follow?" I question, "because I like my space" he says. Nodding. "Do you have any legitimate businesses Alexander? "  turning to face me, he gives me a brief nod, "I own 3 5star hotels, along with 4 night clubs and have shares at this one enterprise" he says making my eyes widen, "how do you get to run all of those alone?" I question, "so I get up at 3 in the morning everyday for fun" he says sarcastically. Remaining silent. "What were you doing with your life in America?" He questions, shocked at the fact that he asked, "uhm...I was working at a coffee shop and was living with my mother and stepdad, my real dad died when I was 5" I say honestly, his eyes remaining fixed on the road, "you 22 right?" He questions, "yes" I respond, "why weren't you at school", my palms sweating at his question, "it's a long story" I say now looking away, feeling his eyes now on me. I make no effort to look back at him, "what did you want to study?" He questions, frowning as sadness fills me, "I wanted to be an ER physician" I say truthfully,he remained silent as we continued to drive. "What.....what happened to your father aft.....after you know?" I question, his jaw clenching, instantly regretting my question, "he's dead, along with my mother" he says coldly. Not wanting to push further, I immediately change the topic, "so where we going?" I question, "you'll see" he says...