Her Fallen Angel

"Fuck you" Veronica spat in his face bravely. He is a very feared Italian Man and she knew about it the first time she saw him. The dangerous mafia being owned by this man sitting into the wooden chair inside the warehouse. She hated the fact that the Italian Princess herself was being kidnapped by this man as she was mistaken by someone who had runaway from them. But it wasn't her fault. Yes, she was hiding her true self. Her real last name is Veronica Florentino but changed her name legally by Rossi after her parents being massacred. She's a fighter yet she couldn't fight him.

He glared at her with his deadly yet attractive gray eyes. He had this two silver rings in his left hand. From the look of his face, he was fucking mad. He was holding a gun in his right hand pointing at the floor but he was gripping it tightly. She just stared at his eyes provokingly which made him more furious than he was awhile ago. He stood up in his seat and walked towards her. The men was still holding her arm firmly to keep her from escaping. She was on her knees. He kneeled in front of her and reached his fingers to her jaw. She felt the cold metal in her skin as he gripped her jaw tightly.

"Careful with your words, puttana" He growled lowly as he forcefully lifted her chin. His cold gray eyes staring right at her hazel eyes. She didn't show any fear at all. She was indeed intimidated by him but she could mask it all. She knows him..... he's fucking Rafael Moretti, the heartless bastard.

Contains: Sexual Assault, Sexual Harassment, and others that may also trigger the readers.