Don's Fiancée [18+Only]

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'Be my fiancée'

What did this gorgeous Italian mean by that? I blinked my eyes once, twice, he is still here. Does he think that I'm selling myself to him? Can't he see that I just ran away from my Russian betrothal?

I knew he's from the Italian mafia and that's the end of it. Hell, I don't even know what his ranking was in this crime family but what I know is, he's somewhat in a higher rank to offer me something like that.

"Look," he spoke after a long silence of me ogling his beautiful features. "I'll give you enough compensation, name your price."

Freedom, I mentally laughed at my answer. Will they ever let me walk out of this place if ever I say yes? That was the only thing I crave for since I can remember. Not designer dresses, bags, not brand new cars and houses, or even jewelry. Freedom, just thinking of the word makes my insides tossed and turn into happiness.

I wonder how it would feel to travel the world without looking over my shoulder, without caring if Dante's men are following me or not. I want to feel how fun it is to live life at its fullest, have my own family, hmm.. fall in love, a lot. Just those simple things and feelings, I want to feel them, I want to experience them and not this kind of life.

I swallowed the growing lump in my throat and hid my curiosity. "Why? I'm just a regular whore."

He seemed taken aback by my declaration but he blinked it away so fast that I almost missed it. This man is good, his words and body language would be hard to read if I wasn't trained to scrutinize people. I made a mental note not to show any weakness in front of him... "I don't think so. Tell me, Lianna Black, why is it that the Orlov's are willing to marry their heir away to you?"

"I don't know" it puzzled me too. The moment Dante announced that he sold me to the Russians, I ran away and never bothered to ask why. That old Mexican scum treated me like a slave growing up, although he gave me the chance to go to school and learn things, he made sure that I knew my place in his mansion.

"You see, Lianna," my name rolled off this Italian's tongue smoothly "a mafia family will not enter some marriage out of love, it will be for the benefit of their clan and not for some stupid fantasies of happy endings.'' He eyed me from my face to my chest, his icy gray eyes lingering longer on my chest. I felt the urge to cover my not naked body from his gaze. He is looking at me that way again as if he was stripping me in his imagination. ''You are not Alek's type. You are too... uh... plain looking for him, no. You must have something they want and I want to know what it is."

"I-I don't know what you're talking about" this man doesn't make sense. Besides, why would I help him when he just insulted me. Plain? Me? Like a porridge without toppings? Like a soup without seasoning? I know I'm not the most beautiful girl in the world but no one deserves to be called plain. I am special in my Mom's eyes.

He tilted his head to the side as if studying me fully. "But I do." He stood up and turned his back on me. "Think about it. I'll come back in the morning.''