"Miss Maranzano?" said the man who entered the room.
"My name is Domenico. I am Don Massimo's personal assistant." He said, introducing himself.
I just looked at him without saying anything. He didn't stop there.
"Boss wants me to fetch you for breakfast." He added.
"Tell him that I'm coming right up," I said as I smiled and Domenico exits my room to go tell Massimo the message.
I put on a cute little long dress that fits exactly to me then I went down to Massimo's whereabouts which is the open dining table near the pool.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked him while I reached for the chair and sat on it while looking at this dumbass Massimo looking at his phone, smiling.
"I feel like I'm not talking to anyone," I said, trying to knock some sense into Massimo.
"Buon Giorno, Mia Regina." the dickhead said.
"Buon Giorno," I said, half-smiled.
"How does it feel to wake up in a different setting? A different house?" He asked.
"I miss home. It's much better there. What are you thinking about?" I asked.
"Nothing. It was nobody." He replied.
"Why do I get the feeling that you just gave me a hint that you are thinking about 'nobody'?" I said.
"You can order from the menu." He said and I just obeyed his commands because I think that's what we're supposed to be doing in this situation?
How come I got kidnapped by another mafia boss of my kind?
Fuck.
"Let me have a Mushroom Risotto for breakfast," I said as Massimo ordered for himself too.
"You look -" He said as I cut him off.
"I'm hungry. very. I'd like to go home after this." I ordered to him.
"The thing is.. you can't. You're stuck with me." He said.
"Why? I asked.
"We're leaving in an hour and a half." He said making me raise my eyebrows again.
"Leaving? Where to?" I ask.
"You'll see." He said, smirking like a fucking diablo.
"You really keep on evading questions, what's the matter?" I asked.
"Listen, I will tell you everything when it is the right time. 365 days." He explained and looked down.
"365 days.. what?" I asked out of confusion.
"I'll give you 365 days to fall in love with me. If next year, on your birthday, nothing changes, I'll set you free." He said as he looked
"But I secretly have a boyfriend. He's back in New York. I know he'd be looking for me. Don't tell my father about that."
"Poor Bellissa. Haven't you seen the news?" what news you moron, I don't have any device on me.
"I don't have a television in my room. I don't have a laptop or my phone. I left them all at home."
"You mean these?" He said as he slid something from his vest pocket. That sick moron. That is my phone.
"All this time, you've been keeping that? I hope you enjoy the specs."
"Domenico, sit. Kindly please tell Ms. Maranzano here who she was talking to while I check out her phone." the dickhead said to Domenico who's nervously getting used to his boss' attitude.
"Wait. that's an abuse of privacy, you can't do that."
"As a matter of fact, I CAN. Please, Domenico, start explaining." He said and he faced my phone and starts to laugh.
"Okay um, where should I start? Uhhh" Domenico said, thinking.
"From the very beginning," I said.
"Okay, uhm Don Massimo was a friend of mine. He uhm he was a very kind man. The bitterness of his past keeps on haunting him. Uhm there was a family legacy that's been left off for him to continue when his father died 6 years ago, right in front of his eyes. The bullet went through his dad and hit him, he was bought to the hospital to get treatment. He uhm had a girlfriend who uhm.. he wi-"
"Domenico, will you leave that part out, I'll be the one to tell her that." The dickhead said, cutting Domenico off.
"Okay uhm Don Massimo owns a few companies. Name it clubs, restaurants, hotels, police stations, malls, pharmacies, stock markets, hospitals, schools. He also has a lot of business partnerships.." Domenico said.
"Wow. It's only been 2 days and your 'boYfRiEnD' founds a new beau?" Massimo said, smiling.
"What?" I said. Tears fell down my face as I heard what Massimo said. "Can I look?" I said, teary-eyed then I walked to his place and saw my boyfriend, Chris Evans, with another girl with him, in a park, eating ice cream while laughing with each other.
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"Clearly, your boyfriend doesn't deserve you." He said as I looked away to wipe off my tears.
"Fuck off," I said and run off to go back to bed.
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"Madame, Don Massimo is asking for your appearance. He said you need to eat these because you haven't eaten breakfast yet, he just sent you your order awhile ago." Domenico's voice echoed in my room.
I opened my room door and accepted the food I ordered a while ago and ate it while I'm looking for an outfit to wear for later when we leave.
"These must do," I said as I put on a red dress that is comfortable enough to make me move.
I then made my way out of the room and went on with Massimo as I stayed quiet.
"You don't have to be like that if you already lost him. I told you. You're stuck with me." Massimo said but I stay quiet. Not saying any word and I hopped into his car.
Massimo & I went for clothes shopping with his guards until their arms were full. This is very much but that was what Massimo wanted. I just went with what he wants for me.
Until we tried to watch a movie back in his home. I lied on his chest. This is fucking steamy romantic.
"I didn't know you like this kind of date," I said as I looked up to him.
"I wouldn't have to do it if it wasn't for you," Massimo said with his hands in the back of his head flexing his muscles.
I fell asleep in his chest as I enjoyed his accompany.
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