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Chapter 2

*Edited*

(Rosalyn's POV)

"Oh! We're going to miss you so much!" Tamara shrieked as she hugged me goodbye. I was standing in the middle of the street next to a sleek black car my mysterious benefactor had sent for me. I was surrounded by the girls from 'Francies' each of them giving me big hugs and shedding heaps of tears to see me go. Francesca and I had sat down with the girls late last night and told them that I was leaving, each of the girls cracking it demanding a reason for my sudden change and then bursting into tears. We were a family and each time one of us left it left us wounded and torn.

I turned away from the girls, tears threatening to spill out. I sat in the car as the driver drove me to my new 'home'. I breathed in a shaky breath as I noticed we were pulling into a private underground parking area. The driver stopped the car and opened the door for me as I stepped out adjusting my grey jeans and shirt as I stood in an almost deserted parking lot. The driver closed the door locking the car and motioning for me to follow him. My black heels clicked on the concrete as we headed towards an elevator.

The driver punched in for the seventy third floor as the doors closed. I stared at my own reflection in the shiny metal doors. I had tried to go for a casual look, settling for a black form fitting v-neck shirt and my trusty leather jacket, my legs covered by the tight grey jeans. I looked into my blue eyes hoping that some how I could manage to live with myself after this year.

"Is he a nice guy?" I asked looking at the driver noticing how very mob looking he was. He stood with his hips in a ready position and his hands crossed in front of him. He wore a black suit and a fedora that covered majority of his face. He turned to me his brown eyes meeting mine before he nodded.

The elevator doors dinged open and I stood shocked at the luxurious penthouse before me. I stepped out following fedora man and openly gawked at the house. The open area showed a sleek plush leather couch and a large flat screen TV, to the left side of the open room sat a large mahogany table with several chairs surrounding it. The back of the house displayed a large modern sleek kitchen and a dark hallway.

That's when I noticed him, he stood from the couch and made his way before me with a smirk on his handsome face.

He was tall, and undeniably masculine beneath the white dress shirt and sleek black dress pants, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows showing me exactly how muscly this guy was. He had a sharp jaw line and stunningly soft brown eyes, he had a sharp nose and plump lips that seemed to always ghost a smile. His brown straight hair was sleeked back neatly. My hands itching to run through the soft looking hair. He had stubble across his chin making him look rugged and devilish.

"Hello, signora" he said in a thick Italian accent as he reached to plant a kiss on my hand. A blush creeping up to my cheeks. With a nod, Fedora man left and I was left alone in a luxurious pent house with a devilishly handsome Italian man. What could possibly go wrong?

"Let's go get you settled" he said grabbing my duffel bag I had dropped when I saw the penthouse. I followed him down the hallway and nearly bumped into his masculine back as he opened a door by the end of the hall. I was welcomed with a beautiful room. A bed sat directly in front of me, decorated with light blue covers and white pillows, dark mahogany bed side tables sat on each side of the bed adoring matching lamps. To the left of the room I could see a dark blue door, that I assumed was an en suite, to the right of the room I noticed a large alcove that clearly showed shelves and hangers with clothes galore already in place. My heels clicked on the dark wooden floors as my hands traced patterns on the bed side tables.

"I want you to feel welcome to stay here, this is your home now" he said his accent thick, making it hard to understand his words sometimes.

"Thank you" I murmured taking note of the variety of lingerie in the wardrobe.