Everything is okay.
I had just taken a shower and changed into one of Dom's shirts and some shorts.
It was warm; this whole house was so warm.
I felt so nervous around Dom now after having sex in his literal office.
It made me so nervous and well embarrassed that I didn't get him to come.
I haven't had sex in three years for crying out loud and let alone with a man.
A man.
I.
I smiled.
Part of me is glad that it was him.
It made me happy.
He made me happy.
I walked downstairs.
I rubbed my hands together.
It was March; why was it so cold, let alone in this big ass house?
Somehow the thought of all of this was making me warm.
It was bringing me this weird comforting feeling that I have never felt before.
It was like I was on a love high.
I smiled at Leo and Isabella, who were both in the kitchen.
Isabellas backpack was on and the two of them were talking.
Actually arguing.
My smile grew.
"You told me yourself that you can't retake those tests," Leo said as I got closer to the fridge.
"But Dad said he would let me stay home. HE NEVER LETS ME STAY HOME."
"Who are you yelling at?
"You bitch.
"You…"
"What about Dom letting you stay home?" I interjected.
Isabella turned around and looked at me. "Did you know that Dad was going to let me stay home today?"
"He was?"
"Yes, bro, but apparently I can't because I can't miss or retake my tests," she said.
"Well, tests are important, so that is correct," I said, and she rolled her eyes. "You are supposed to be on my side."
"Just go take the tests and then have Leo come pick you up, so you don't have to go to other periods," I explained.
Isabella's eyes went wide and Leo rolled his eyes.
"No, I will pick you up at the end of the school day, like we planned."
"You are no fun," she said, as I started to make myself breakfast.
I liked this little family.
Oh to be loved.
To have people like this who treat you so nicely even though you are an outsider.
It feels good.
Love high.
All of this.
It feels so surreal.
I love it.
"Let's go; I am going to go warm up the car," Leo said and I watched as he grabbed his keys off the dish by the front door. .
He was still in his pajamas and it made me smile.
"Can you please make sure Dom does not sleep in all day? We have plans and have actual shit we need to get done today," Leo said and I nodded.
"I will wake him up once I finish eating," I said, smiling.
"Okay, thank you; I will see you when we get back," Leo said and he made his way to the front door.
"Bye."
"Bye," I said, turning back around to the fridge.
I got a plate out and started to smack random things onto it from the fridge.
That makes the best food.
"How's your essay?" I asked Isabella, who hadn't left the kitchen yet.
"It's fine; I think my teacher is going to talk about it today in class."
"That's good, I am glad you are going then," I said, putting my stuff into the microwave.
"I guess. I might need more help on it though. Knowing her she is going to add some crazy instructions to it that don't make any sense."
"I will be here to help you with whatever you need," I said and she thanked me.
"Dad's never like this and I swear Leo doesn't know anything, so thank you so much for helping me with all of my homework and stuff like that," she said. "And giving me someone to talk to and gossip with. It's fun and you are pretty cool."
I smiled.
"Thank you; I like hanging with you as well and any homework, I got you," I said and she sighed.
She came over and gave me an awkward side hug. "Bye," she said.
"Before Isabella yells at me," she said, pushing the front door open.
That was sweet.
It made me smile.
Even though she was taller than me at her small age of 12 years old.
It was still cute.
It made me happy.
This whole life made me happy beyond words.
This is the dream, ain't it?
A kid, my fiance, my fiance's fiance that he swears isn't.
It is the dream.
I walked over to the dining room table.
Oh.
Isabella left her homework.
It's been like 2 minutes; I could probably get them.
I grabbed the paper, leaving my stuff down on the table.
I walked towards the front door and opened it.
I walked outside and looked at the driveway.
Mh.
Okay,, I can give it to her when she gets back.
I looked and walked back to the door.
The door.
The.
I felt something slam into the back of my head and I felt my knees buckle.
What the fuck?
Fuck.
My head.
My head hurts so fucking bad.
Holy shit.
Holy.
I looked down at my wrist.
One of them was chained up.
The other wasn't because of the handcuffs.
Everything was slightly blurry.
I pressed my face.
My glasses were gone.
I looked around.
I was in this dark, cold fucking room.
I was on the floor and one of my ankles was chained up as well.
What the actual fuck?
This isn't real.
This isn't real.
It can't be.
I watched as something got thrown at me.
I reached out for it.
My glasses.
I put them on my face.
I blinked.
"Isabella," I said, trying to get up.
The chain on my ankle pulled me back.
She was sleeping, also chained up.
This is genuinely out of my worst fucking nightmare.
My head is fucking pounding.
I looked to my other side; Leo was there.
A woman I didn't recognize.
A man I didn't recognize and two kids.
They looked young too.
"Good morning!" a voice said and I looked straight ahead.
It was the guy who shot me.
I watched as Isabella started to wake up.
What the fuck?
"You know I am pretty good. I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7. That's pretty good," he said, laughing like he was fucking insane.
"Zayne, you were the hardest. Stay at home, husband; your two kids are on break; that was hard. But Daniel made everything so fucking easy. His brother, him, and Dom were to busy trying to stop me; they ended up leading me just to it," Matteo said, talking to some guy I didn't recognize.
Who was now awake and holding his two kids like his life depended on it.
"Gianna, you were less hard, but Thomas was my main problem. That fucking control freak. Oh my the misses or this, oh this, she is cooking I have to eat with her. But I got you didn't i?"
Why is fucking monloguing right now?
This isn't real.
"Isabella, I got you and leo." he smiled at leo with this scary fucking smile I couldn't explain. "While he was dropping you off at school. I thought that would be harder you know."
Not a hint of fucking remorse in his voice.
He just kidnappedd seven fucking people and there is no guilt, no remorse no nothing.
He is showing it off like it is a trophy.
Like we are his trophies.
"And you." He turned over to me. "You are the reason I decided to do all of this."
Me?
"I have been planning this since your coma."
"How did you know I was in a coma?"
"I know everything. Every god damn thing."
I felt myself back against the wall.
Everything felt so bizarre and crazy.
"And who DO YOU THINK PUT YOU IN THAT COMA? How would I not know that? It was perfect. Everything just fell in line. It was perfect," he said with a smile.
He walked closer to who I now know has Gianna and Zayne.
"Men, please. Take them to another room."
I watched as 4 guys came from the darkness and took them up.
The sounds of their screams were bothering me so much.
Oh fuck.
I felt dizzy again.
One guy remained.
I couldn't recogize him but I could see hm.
Oh god.
I looked over at Isabella.
Oh god.
This reminds me of my siblings and their crying.
Their crying out for me.
Crying making sure I protected.
Making sure they were okay.
Oh, my baby.
I reached over to her and she got closer to me.
"It's okay," I mummbled.
She was fucking crying. "Why is this happening? Why?"
Her voice was cracking and I took a deep breath.
"I don't know, I don't know," I said, stroking her gently.
"I know," Matteo said as he got closer and squatted down near the three of us.
I tried to bring Isabella as close to me as possible.
This isn't happening right now.
This isn't happening.
Why is this happening?
Why?
"Your daddy is in the mafia."
There that word is again.
I gulped.
"Crazy, isn't it?"
That's not real.
Thats.
I looked at Isabella.
He looked at Isabella as well. "I think we were destined to be enemies, you know, me and your dad." He turned to me. "Me and your "fiance." We were destined to hate each other and we do."
Matteo stood back up.
"You know he is one of the most powerful mafia bosses in the country? It makes me kind of jealous," he said, walking over to Leo.
Who gave him this dirty fucking look.
"It really does make me jealous," he said, getting closer to Leo.
A fucking mafia boss?
What the fuck?
Is Matteo lying?
Wait.
Why would someone fucking lie about that?
Fuck I don't know anymore.
I really don't.
Isabella had this wide look on her face.
I take it this was her first time hearing this too.
"He used to be a heartless fucking killer too, a fucking powerhouse. Then he had Isabella, and everything changed. He still dominated but killed less and I tried time after time. For 12 fucking years, I tried. It never fucking worked. All of that time, that effort, it never fucking worked, until today and now we are here. Now you guys are here," he said with a smile.
"I won't hurt Isabella, but you two, on the other hand, I can't make any promises," he said with this crazy fucking smile.
Holy fuck why am I sweating so much?
What is happening?
This is very overwhelming and my head is still fucking pounding.
He faced Leo again. He put his hand toward him and started to stroke his face.
Bitch what the fuck.
Is this a dream?
I hope it is.
Please.
"Don't you remember us princess," Matteo said, smiling and looking down at leo.
What the fuck?
Remember what?
What the fuck?
Holy fuck.
What is happening?
"Everything we were." He was talking in this crazy fucking voice, like he was losing his mind.
"Get the fuck off me," Leo spat.
Matteo laughed in the most condescending way ever.
His attention was now on me.
"You."
My breath started to pick up.
"You signed a contract."
I signed a what.
"I did what?"
He started laughing.
"3 years ago, you signed a contract," He said as his smile grew.
I would never sign a contract for the mafia.
I would never.
Never.
I would never even mess with the mafia.
Never, you never.
I never. I would never.
"It's been a long time, you probably don't even remember."
Did I sign a contract?
I.
Did I? Did I sign in that place?
Did?
My breath.
I don't think I did.
Oh god.
I felt myself start to freak out as my head pounded.
Oh god.
I did.
I signed it.
In that place.
In that horrible fucking place.
Oh god.
Oh please.
Please tell.
Oh.
Oh my god.
"You signed a contract. Signing your life away for the next 15 years. FIFTEEN YEARS. I fucking own you."