Chapter 4

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Luciano leaned on the wall watching as his men surrounded Maria. Chuckling softly he stood up start and was about to leave the room until she said something that caught his attention.

"Dolls belong to only one person," she called out to him.

Stopping in his tracks he looked over at her. Without saying anything he walked over to her and grabbed her wrist, and pulled her out of the kitchen. Walking to his room he mumbled something she couldn't hear. Once at his room her pushed her through the door and on to his bed. "You belong to me, and me alone. Do I make myself clear," he almost yelled at her.

Nodding slowly, she sat up and rubbed her wrist as she looked at him. "You were going to let them kill me," she asked quietly, afraid to make him more angry.

He looked at her and then looked away, "It doesn't matter, You can stay in here or have your own room."

Standing up she walked over to him. Shaking a bit, she wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him as she hid her face into the back of his shirt. "If I leave your side they will try and kill me. And if I am dead you won't get your money," she voice was at a whisper.

"Like you said, it will take a while for you brother to get the money," he looked over his shoulder at her. "Besides what good will it do if your always are hiding in someone else shadow," he glared a bit at her.

Letting go of him she nodded, looking at the ground. "I'm sorry," she mumbled.

"Than I take it your going to be staying in here than," he rolled his eyes.

Nodding was all she did, for she was to afraid to say anything. Yes it was true she had known Luciano, for a while. But she never really had the chance to study him, so she had no clue what to do or say to make him happy. To be honest to herself, she actually never seen him truly smile, just smirks here and there. Wanting to know more about him, she opened her mouth to ask a question but nothing came out. The only sound that was heard was the sound of someone knocking on the door.

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