Alaïa's POV:- I waited patiently in the car for about 10 mins. What's taking him so long, as I was about to get out of the car to go see what's taking him so long I saw him angrily coming out of the restaurant.
What's with him he's so bipolar one minute he's happy and sweet the next moment he's all cranky and angry like a dude takes a chill pill. He slammed the car door and started driving fast. What hell Stephan slow down please, instead of slowing down he did the opposite and drove faster.
I held onto the car's roof handle for my dear life we are going to die at this speed. Stephan, please slow down I kept on saying worriedly as a panic attack was occurring. After a few moments he saw I was struggling to breathe he finally stopped the car.
Alaïa are you okay, do I need to take you to the hospital, he asked with concern he looked at his phone as he received a message. Then he suddenly flipped and said because right now I don't think we have that much time for this so hurry and make a decision he said rolling his eyes.
What he said got me angry he's the reason I got on a panic attack and instead of caring or saying sorry or helping me calm down, he's saying to make a decision quickly because we don't have time. I don't even know why I started to feel something for this heartless bipolar person in the first place.
I hurriedly grabbed the water and I tried calming myself down. Finally, after 10 mins, I felt better, I looked at him and glared I'm fine let's go to the airport.
(20 mins later)
We were finally on his jet Stephan wanted to sit next to me but I sent him death glares that pretty much said if you sit next to me you wouldn't be getting out alive. When we land. Thankfully he sat down on the seat that was in the middle row and not next to me.
He fell asleep right after 30 mins of us being on the plane. I was watching a movie when I heard him move I looked at him and his suit jacket was now hanging off his body I noticed something shiny on his side. I got up to take a closer look, it was a gun, oh my fucking God why the hell does he have a gun on him, I started to panic I just wanted to get off this plane and never see him again.
My mind kept telling me to never see this bastard again after this plane ride he's dangerous he will break your heart into pieces and never care about your feelings he will only play with your emotions, but my heart kept telling me a different story. I don't know how I'm going to survive this long ass flight with him.
( landed in Italy )
As we landed I couldn't wait to go home and just watch my show and sleep in. But as I was heading towards the exit of the jet I was yanked back and slammed against the wall. Where do you think you are going he asked, what do you mean where are you going I'm going home you asshoIe, saw his eyes getting dark, Don't you ever dare call me that do you understand, I gulped with my eyes closed he scares me if I'm being honest but I won't let him find that out.
Look it was nice traveling with you and stuff but we both have our own lives we need to get back to. I wish you the best in life please let me go, he smirked in a dangerous way I was even more scared knowing he had a gun and I was just a vulnerable girl pushed against the wall trying to free herself from his tight grip.
Now listen carefully sweetheart you aren't going home, in fact, you are coming with me and you will move all your stuff is already moved to my house. Also if you haven't noticed yet we are in Italy, what the Fuck is wrong with him I thought to myself, I started to laugh nervously oh my God your joking right. Do I look like a person who jokes he said?
I gulped look I don't know what you want from me but please just let me go. I said the same thing again and again pleading with him to let me go, but I guess it did not work at all because the next thing he did just scared the hell out of me.
He took out his gun and shot the seat next to me and then pressed the gun against my neck. I was shaking in fear, either you go willingly or we do this forcefully it's up to you sweetheart he smirked.
How dare he even thinks that I would go willingly with a jerk like him, how can he do this I should call the cops on him, I tried reaching my phone which was in the bag I was wearing.
Don't even try to bother sweetheart you aren't in New York you are in Italy you can't call the cops. Since you are so reluctant to call here you go he handed me his phone unlocked.
You can try all you want the cops won't do anything who do you think owns them huh but still go ahead and try let's see what you get in result.
What do you mean... I mean you are a businessman not someone in the government how can someone own the cops. Who are you?
Well sweetheart I'm Stephan Camora the biggest and the most dangerous and feared Mafia leader in this entire world he said,
what he said just shocked me.
I felt dizzy after hearing that I was trembling with fear, he is kidding right he has to be but the look on his face told me that it's all true so don't mess with me, So are we going willingly or forcefully he asked smirking the gun still pressed against me. Before I could answer I fainted.