Editing -------- Highest Ranks- 1# Mafia 1#hostage 1#complete 1#good girl 1#italian 2#opposites 3#Mature 4#morallygrey Rosie has always been independent, caring, loyal, polite, but most of all, lonely. Growing up without a family she learnt the hard way that love was most of all, a fairytale, only found in worn books and illogical movies, but that never stopped her from feeling everything so deeply, daydreaming and romanticising a life that's never truly been hers. All she's ever wanted was a little bit of love. Will moving into the busy streets of Brooklyn to get away from the loneliness she's always felt and potentially find the boring love she wants so badly be the easiest choice she ever makes? Probably, and quite possibly...the worst... Now Rosie will learn the hard way that sometimes when a 6'4ft man with piercing green eyes, the mouth of a sailor and an obviously not so alluring demeanour tells you to walk the other way, just walk the other fucking way...

I didn't think my captor would be as maddening as he is captivating. He drags me back to the house I vowed never to return to. He wants answers, and if he needs to, he will rip them out of me. I'm broken down piece by piece by every harsh word and every burning touch. But within the confusion, I can't help but crave him, the way he observes me, the way he controls me. I am consumed by his pain, but also consumed by his presence. I should hate him, Instead I'm falling.