Hola chica's! So the book 2..... I will tell in the end of the chapter.

Michelle Pfeiffer as...... You'll know in the end. Im a torturer I know.

Isabella Denise

I had fallen asleep in the car when Alessandro told me to because I was getting drowsy and couldn't keep my eyelids open for more than 2 seconds before they close again.

"Hey wake up!" I felt someone shaking me and telling me to wake up, choosing to ignore them I tried to sleep again and nobody came to disturb me again and I smiled in my sleep in victory until.... I felt cold water splash all over my face jerking me awake.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" I yelled as I jerked awake and had already taken my knife out of its holster and aimed it at Alessandro, my moves were so fast that you could barely finish the word 'finish'.

"I should do this more often." Alessandro said laughing at me. Is he seriously laughing right now? I looked at him with such anger that he had to hold his laughter to pretend like he was serious now but he couldn't stop grinning like an idiot.

What happened to the serious Alessandro, I think he hit his head against the wall or the car or somewhere else.

"What's so funny about this!?!" I yelled at him, I was so angry at him that if it wasn't him on our side I would have slit his throat right then and there like dude Wtf? You couldn't have pinched me?

"That was....hila...rious" Alessandro said in between laugh that just grew my anger for him. "I swear to god if you do this again, I'll slit your throat!" I yelled at him.

"Seriously you couldn't have just pinched me!? Or try shaking me one more time?" I suggested angrily. "Nah! I like this way more." He said grinning.

I just looked at him like he grew 2 heads and then just smirked. "Bet you like getting your balls cut off then too." I said and walked past him patting his shoulder on the way and looked over at the huge like really huge mansion. It was beyond beautiful, everything was perfect about it. There lay a fountain in front of the mansion, all white. Then each step you took towards the mansion the more you felt like royalty because of the looks of the mansion.

In the Mafia the main house is always the biggest, this wasn't even the main house and it was beyond beautiful, it was way more bigger than the one in France and that was the main house. How large would be the mansion in New York?

"Are you just gonna stare at the house and burn it with your gaze or are you gonna inside too, by the way I suggest you close that mouth of yours before a bug gets in there." Alessandro said as if bored and like the mansion in front of him was just a house, he even called it a house.

"A house? It's freaking mansion! This isn't even the main mansion and it's bigger than the one in France which was the main mansion!"

"Yeah well, look who we are talking about, Giovanni Marco Enzo the king of all Mafia kings and Albelino Chavalier who comes 4th." Alessandro said weighing his hands as if showing a beam balance then took the hand which he had Marco's name in it and took it lower while Albelino's went higher, showing that Marco was more stronger than Albelino.

"Point made." I said as I went up to the front entrance then saw it had to be opened with a code and looked over at Alessandro and he smirked and walked over to me and entered the code with one hand and hid it with the other.

"Seriously you're gonna hide it from me?" I said in disbelief and he just smirked. "Can't trust you yet." My mouth dropped open and I couldn't utter a single word. Is he for real right now? I have promised to give them all they want to know about Albelino while they can't even tell me the code to enter the mansion, that's just cold.

"How many times do I have to tell you? Close that mouth before a bug gets in there and come inside or you want to stay outside? That grass really does look interesting in the dark though." He said and my face would have been red as tomato right now if I was in a cartoon and smoke would have been coming out of my ears right now. I liked the silent Alessandro more.

I followed him inside muttering curses in French.

"Connard! putain bâtard , pourquoi doesnt il a juste putain sauter d'une falaise et meurent ? Connard! Fils de pute!"

"Asshole! fucking bastard, why doesnt he just fucking jump of a cliff and die? Motherfucker! son of a bitch!"

I kept muttering curses until we had reached a certain bedroom, to reach it, it took longer than usual since we had to take 3 stairs for it and had to turn a couple hallways on the third floor before reaching huge doors, Alessandro opened the doors and led me inside. It was full of royalty, the look it had screamed royalty with its gold and red color theme. It was huge with a flat scream t.v, a door leading to a bathroom and another door leading to a walk in closet, walking in that closet you could see loads of dress shirts, suits and dress pants inside, it was definitely a mans closet, which meant it was a mans room.

"This is a mans room! I can't sleep in a mans room!" I yelled. "First of all keep it down! You're gonna wake others up and second this is Marco's room! Sleep here or with all the other perverts downstairs." He said lowly leaving me with no choice whatsoever.

"Fine! I have to change!" I whisper yelled at him, signaling to my clothes, my beautiful dress that he ruined by throwing water. "You're gonna pay for this dress!" I whisper/yelled at him again. "No I'm not your fault that you didn't wake up when I first told you to." He said and he had me fuming by now.

"Where are my clothes, bring my suitcases!" I ordered him and he looked at me like I grew 2 heads.

"You can't order me. And your suitcases are on there way up." He said and I rolled my eyes. "When is Marco coming?" I asked him.

"In exactly 14 minutes" he said checking his expensive gold wrist watch. I sighed and sat on the bed waiting for my suitcases which came a second later.

"Get out." I told him and he sighed leaving before muttering,"Not like I wanted to stay." After that he was out and I thanked God.

Pain in the ass.

I walked over to my suitcase and opened the one with my clothes in it and took out my tank top and spandex then grabbing a towel went into the bathroom which was beautiful as well but the theme color was more of a cream color. Stripping out of my clothes I turned on the shower and the hot water came instantly as I stepped under it and closed my eyes in relaxation and looked over at the soaps he had, all manly.

Well duh! He's a man!

My conscience shot at me.

You know what I'm officially blocking you out! I said to my conscience to earn another remark from her.

You can't I'm a part of you.

I smirked and blocked that tiny voice from my head and took the body wash of Marco's as I decided to use it any way and washed myself.

Hearing the door of the room open it made my actions quicker since I didn't want anyone entering the bathroom while I was naked. Quickly rubbing the body wash off of me I turned of the shower and wrapped a towel around me and towel dried my hair. I really wish he had a blow dryer so that I wouldn't have to sleep with wet hair which was gonna make me sick.

Looking around the bathroom I noticed that my clothes weren't in the bathroom. Didn't I bring them in with me? I must have left them on my bed.

Well shit because Marco was back.

I decided to take a chance because I had no other choice. Peeking my head out of the bathroom door I looked around to see no one inside so I decided to quickly get my clothes and run back inside.

Running towards the bed I collected my clothes until I heard Marco groan.

Shit!

Slowly turning around I looked at him leaning against the Walk in closet door with no shirt on.

His 6 pack full on display for me, a few scars were on his shoulder and arm but only one caught my attention, that was on his chest, it was small yet deep, it seemed like it had been open a few times when it was fresh.

I was too busy staring at his chest and abs that I didn't realize him walking closer to me, each step he took towards me I took one back and it made me clutch my clothes and my towel harder. I realized that there was no space for me to back up now so now he was standing right in front of me. Staring into my eyes, his hand came up touching my cheek. His face was close to mine and I felt like I couldn't breathe to many times he has come close to me and made me feel things that I had never felt before, I can't let those feelings get to me but it felt like it was too late now since by him standing so close to me and touching my cheek those foreign feelings were back.

I noticed that his fists were clenching and unclenching like he was holding himself back from doing something he knew he would regret later on. Taking this chance I slipped out from his reach and walked toward the bathroom more like ran towards the bathroom and shut the door loudly before leaning against it clutching my towel tightly before letting it go and putting on my clothes.

Slowly grabbing the handle and slowly opening the door I stepped out of the bathroom to see Marco laying on the bed with just his boxers on which said Calvin Klein, obviously. With his hands behind his head he was looking towards the ceiling for an unknown reason, but he looked like he was deep in thoughts, his face emotionless like always.

The person in front of me was a cold hearted killer, King of all Mafia kings, he could make people pee out of fear by just looking at them with his emotionless blue eyes.

"Are you gonna talk to me or just gonna stare at that ceiling all night? I mean must be a very interesting ceiling." I said sarcastically as he rolled his heads towards me and slowly looked at me starting from head then toe, his eyes lasting longer at my private parts, like he was undressing me in his head. His gaze made me uncomfortable so I decided to do something about it.

I cleared my throat getting his attention that he looked at me but my eyes this time, "I'm not sleeping in the same bed as you!" I said to lowly but angrily.

"Sorry cara but you're gonna have to sleep with me." He said smirking while patting the side next to him on his king sized bed.

"No I'm not. You're gonna sleep on the floor while I sleep on the bed because I'm a lady. Didn't your mom teach you manners?" I said smirking while walking towards the bed and laying on my side while looking at him through my long lashes that I got from my mom.

"So now you get out of bed" I said to him and smirked, for an unknown reason he smirked back and pulled me against him that now my back was against his chest and his head was dipped in my neck, he was breathing against my neck which was hard to ignore since he started placing light kisses on my neck all the way up to my ear before whispering.

"No"

"You're stubborn!" I said to him as his arm wrapped around me keeping sure that I wouldn't get out, and with his grasp it was gonna take me a life time to get his arm off me because it was that tight and his arm was freaking heavy.

"Being stubborn is how I get what I want." He whispered in my ear again and I turned around so that my chest was against his chest and looked up at him, "Well just remember whatever you think you are going to get here well you aren't going to get it at all." I said poking my finger at his chest.

He was still smirking.

"I wouldn't bet on it." He said before clapping his hands for the lights to turn off and and had his arms wrapped around me again.

I let out a breath of frustration before turning back around and closing my eyes before muttering, "Connard." (Asshole) at him loud enough for him to hear even if he couldn't understand it.

I felt his grip on me get tighter before it was tight enough that I was squeezed against him and he was breathing lightly indicating that he had now fallen asleep. I felt darkness trying to consume me and now I let it and had fallen asleep.
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The sound of the alarm was enough to make me lose my patience and search for it to throw it on the floor and stomp on it until it was broken into tiny little pieces if it wasn't for the heavy arm that was wrapped around me of the person beneath me.

Wait. Beneath me?

I looked down to see my legs wrapped around Marco and my one arm wrapped around his upper body while the other arm was beneath his neck, am I a this wild sleeper to get into this position overnight?

Marco's arm even while sleeping had a death grip on me like I would run away any second, it was on my waist while his other arm was on my upper back, I was laying almost on top of him, his legs were tangled with mine And I  looked up to see him looking down at me.

I had a serious urge to pee and I had to get out of his grip if he wanted me to not pee on his bed. "Marco let go." I said trying to get out of his grip, "No, I don't think so." He said and I looked at him pouting, "Pwease? I weally need to pwee!" I said using the baby card and he grinned at me before loosening his grip and I took the chance and slipped out of his arms before running to the washroom, while Marco turned off the stupid alarm.

This was the best sleep I have ever had. My stupid conscience told me and I stuck an imaginary tongue out at her, I've had better sleep. I said completely lying, because it really was the best sleep I had ever had, even though Marco's grip was tight, it gave me a sense of security which I had appreciated. Take that Leo! Oh wait he doesn't care.

Now thinking about Leo didn't sting as it did before but instead I felt nothing no pain no stinging, only hatred which I was gonna get rid of when I kill him. I did my business in the bathroom before stepping out to see Marco standing up from the bed and walking towards the bathroom with a towel in his hands as I approached my suitcase and took out a cute dress to wear it.

You all must think that I wasn't the cute dresses type but I had similar taste to all the women out there, I like feeling normal instead of a monster that I was.

Hearing the shower running I quickly decided to wear the dress after wearing my undergarments. The dress was red and I decided to pull my hair up in a bun for which I never really used a mirror and topped it all of by wearing white adidas sneakers, Sandals aren't my thing.

I waited for Marco to come out while I placed my night clothes in the suitcase and before I knew Marco was out, he's fast in showers.

Marco came out in all his glory with nothing but a white towel wrapped around his abdomen, you could see his muscles flexing with each move he made, he went into the closet and came out a minute later with a plain black t-shirt and blue denim jeans with black sneakers underneath.

He's got style.

I though as he made his way towards me and outstretched his hand for me to take. I hesitated before taking it and and standing up.

"Didn't knew you were a dress type." He said looking down at me.

"There's a lot you don't know about me Mr. Enzo" I said and he smirked before leading me out of the room.

He lead me to the kitchen where I saw an elderly beautiful lady in a elegant beige short dress, the one royalty wear in the house all the time instead of those puffy dresses.

"Bella I would like you to meet my mother, Grace Enzo." Marco said gesturing towards the beautiful elder lady.
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Oh. My. God.

Marco's mother!? Didn't see that coming did ya?

Well I'm pretty sure you all want to know who the book 2 is about well here it goes....

ALESSANDRO! Yes ladies there is going to be a book about the sexy Alessandro as well and maybe it will be a lot more Better than book 1.

I haven't really thought of what is going to be in that book but I will tell you as soon as I make up a story because stories just pop up in my mind while I'm walking around my house.

So until the next chapter see ya!

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