Chapter 21

Eight hours later and we were landing in Italy, Rome to be exact. It was 8am in the morning now. I was beyond excited. I've always wanted to come here and here I was. The only difference was that I wasn't here on vacation, but more like being here to commit a crime.

If I help him, I will be no better than them. They never even gave me a reason as to why they needed me to do this.

Who was the guy and what did he do?

I felt bad that I was forced to help them do this. For all I knew he could be an innocent man and they were going to torture and kill him for their own benefit.

Could I help them kidnap an innocent man?

Could I stand by and let an innocent man be killed?

At the same time, he could be a bad guy and them killing him could be doing this world a huge favor. Even if he is a bad person, I can't stand by and let them do this.

Or could I?

Stepping off the jet, there were a line of black cars waiting for us. So, he must be the fucking president or something to have this many vehicle escorts him to where we were going.

Stupid, rich asshole.

Again, I followed behind like a lost puppy and got in the car. We haven't talked at all throughout the flight and I wasn't going to be the first one to break the silence.

I don't know what his problem was. Throughout the flight when our eyes met, he would cast a glare in my direction before looking away. I wanted to ask what I had done, but refrained from doing so because I was sure that I hadn't done anything wrong.

The car drove off and I focused my attention on the beautiful scenery outside. It was a shame that I wouldn't get to go sightseeing and would be stuck with a bipolar idiot.

This really sucked.

We had come to a stop, so I focused my attention at the front of the car. There was a gate that was now sliding open with a long driveway going uphill ahead. The car started moving again and I was curious as to where we were going.

We were driving for a while until a mansion came into view. It was beautiful. It was made out of complete glass, so you could see the inside from where I was.

The car came to a halt at the entrance and we got out. I was in complete awe looking up at the mansion.

How rich exactly was he?

We went inside, while the men carried our luggage in.

"Come on" Luca said as he carried my suitcase.

I followed behind not saying a word. I followed him to the second floor where he showed me where I'd be staying.

"Get some rest, you'll need it" was his last words before he left.

I was tired. I hardly got a chance to sleep on the jet so following his advice I walked over to the king-sized bed.

It looked so comfortable and inviting that I didn't even think twice about it and dive in. The sheets felt so soft against my skin I couldn't help but nuzzle my face even more into the fluffy pillows. It didn't take long for me to fall into a deep sleep.

...

Tonight, was the night that Emilio had been preparing me for. I had just woken up and was informed that I should start getting ready. The maid had just come in and brought dinner for me.

I was eating when a thought came to mind.

Emma.

She wasn't here and I would have wanted more than anything for her to be here. She was much nicer than her brother, plus I would have wanted her to do my makeup.

Makeup!

Shit!

I totally forgot that I needed makeup. Where was I going to get makeup to use? Not that I needed makeup or anything, but a little makeup wouldn't hurt.

After I was finish eating, I went over to my suitcase and pulled out the red dress that I had packed for this occasion.

It was a black off the shoulder lace up back bodycon mini dress. I had paired it with some black heels that I absolutely adored.

I don't normally dress like this, but I wanted to see Emilio's reaction when he saw me in this. Not that I was dressing up for him or anything. I was dressing up for myself. He said sexy and I'm going to show him that I could be sexy.

Walking into the bathroom, again I was completely blown away by its beauty. I didn't have time to gawk over everything. I was planning on taking a long bath and also shaving my legs.

What?

I just wanted to look my best. Nothing else.

After my bath I wrapped a white fluffy towel around my body and stood in front of the mirror. I checked the drawers that were on the counter for a hair dryer.

Opening drawer after drawer, I was met with all the makeup I needed. I have never owned so much makeup in my life and everything was new.

Why was there makeup in here?

It's like he was always ten steps ahead of me, always thinking ahead.

I finally found what I was looking for and decided to dry my hair before I did my makeup. Finishing up my look, I was surprised at the person that stared back at me. She was beautiful. For once I felt like I could do anything.

For a second there I thought it wasn't my reflection. This did not look like me at all. My makeup was done to the best of my ability. My lips were ruby red, while my hair was loosely curled. Smiling a little I walked out the bathroom and went to the bedroom to get dressed.

I slipped on the dress and shoe, and fixed my hair. I was ready to go, so with one more look in the mirror I left the room in search of someone, anyone really.

I don't wear heels often so I was a little rusty walking around in these heels. Taking my time trying to not trip over my own two feet, I walked along the hallway even though I had no idea where I was going.

Stopping for a second, I leaned on a door for a bit trying to remember the way to the first floor. Suddenly the door opened and I fell. I closed my eyes and waited for the impact of the floor, but it never came. Instead, I felt arms go around me, holding me up.

I looked up and was met with those familiar blue eyes. For a second, I just stared into his eyes unable to look away. His eyes were so intense, that I was forced to look away.

Clearing my throat, he set me on my feet with his arms still wrapped around my waist. He was looking me up and down with that same intense stare that made me blush.

I looked away shyly and put my hair behind my ear.

"Bellissima" he whispered under his breath.

What did that mean?

He was giving me that look that I have seen before on him. It was that look that he gave me when he wanted to kiss me.

Good.

It worked.

I took a step back from him and cleared my throat again.

"So um, I'm ready" I said nervously.

I couldn't help my nervousness. He was looking at me with lust in his eyes and my confidence that I had a few minutes ago had flew out the window.

"So, I see. Tesoro I'm starting to have second thoughts about this plan" he said closing the distance between us.

He grabbed my ass and gave it a little squeeze as he leaned down to kiss me. I turned my head to the side refusing to give into him this time around.

He groaned as he pulled me further into him trying to coax me into giving in. Not this time buddy.

I pulled away from him with little difficultly and spun on my heels to walk away when he slapped me on the butt. I turn around and shot him a glare and he only responded with that annoying smirk on his annoying face.

Grabbing my hand, he pulled me back into him and planted a kiss on my lips.

"Fuck. I really want to fuck you right now" he breathed out.

"What's stopping you?" I countered with a smirk of my own.

Where did that come from?

I felt empowered knowing that I could draw this reaction from him.

"Don't tempt me sweetheart" he replied letting me go.

He looked at me once more before he shook his head and told me to follow him. I followed him to the first floor where everyone else was waiting.

"Let's roll out" he shouted and everyone walked out to get to where they were supposed to be "Damn! I would definitely tap that ass" Enzo said with a smirk on his face.

I just rolled my eyes in response, and then winked his way. At that he pretended to faint and I laughed at his ridiculous behavior.

"Let's go" Emilio said grabbing my arm and pulling me away.

"I can walk by myself you know" I said annoyed.

"I really don't care"

This is the Emilio I was used to, not the one who would look at me with lust in his eyes. I was used to his rude behavior so I just allowed him to drag me too wherever.

He opened the car door and put me in, then got in afterwards. He was fuming and I had no idea why. I swear he must be on his period or something.

"Do you remember what you're supposed to do?" he broke the silence.

"Yes. We've been over this a million times" I replied annoyed.

His sour mood was getting on my nerves right now and I wasn't in the mood to deal with his bipolar ass. Sitting back in my seat, I made myself comfortable getting myself mentally ready for what I was about to do.

If I'm being honest, this dangerous life that Emilio lived gave me a rush. I was excited yet scared at the same time to do this.

Since lately I no longer felt like a prisoner around them even though I'm still not allowed to leave. I still referred to myself as a prisoner, because what else was I to them?

I had accepted them and their lifestyle unknowingly. Because let's be honest, I wouldn't have done this willingly if they had asked me to do this when I had just been kidnapped. No, I would have put up a fight.

I might not want to admit it, but since I've been kidnapped by him, I've changed a lot. I yearned for the danger; I wanted to know how it felt. I wanted to feel the thrill of this world, his world.

For some twisted reason I wanted to prove myself to him. Prove to him that I could do this, that I could be bad as well. I wanted to be bad.

He made me feel alive with his touch and I wanted more. I wanted it all, even if it was just for one night.

This morning I had been reluctant to do this, but now. Now I wanted to do it. In life I've never fit in anywhere, so maybe just maybe I could actually fit in here with them.

They might be monsters, but in some twisted way they were the only people that I have met, apart from my best friend that were actually there for me in their own twisted way.

I had become comfortable around them and can now say that I could tolerate them, at least some of them.

I might sound crazy and out of my mind, but this felt right. Maybe this was fate.

My fate.