I cached her in my arms pulling her as close as I could, making sure she did not get hurt. Her beautiful round face got covered with her blonde hair now let loose because of the sudden movements. I could not do anything but let myself lose a bit of her beauty. She was a goddess, she was the sun and the moon, the yang.

I shook my head trying to gain control of my emotions and movements but my mind was still lost on her. I could not process how and why was I so attracted to her. I saw so many beautiful people but her.... she was different she was mesmerizing she indeed was an angel left on earth.As I was thinking about a place to go with her I saw my father. His face was a whole new definition of anger. The same anger he had when I got my scar on the left side of my face. He was yelling but no words were getting to me since we were pretty far away and it still was chaos after the explosion. At first I thought he was yelling at one of his men but soon I realized that the grand figure in front of him was not any other man. It was the one that made us, the one that controlled us, the one that was the real boss. So that's why my father was so angry all the time? Does he have problems? But what problems? What did he do this time?

I wanted to sneak around and listen to what was going on. Maybe I could have figured out a way to fix the problem and then he would not be angry all the time and I could live without being dragged every day in that hellhole of a basement. But I could not do that. At least not with this angel in my arms. I needed to take her somewhere safe, that was the most important now. She doesn't deserve the life she will live here. My brother never dared to repost to my father. He does everything he is told just so, that one day, he will rule the mafia.He put that dam mafia over everything. Over family, over love, he does not care. And maybe I am the problem here but I can not understand why would you do this. Why would you prefer to surround yourself in such an environment? What is so special and empowering about you dealing with drugs, alcohol, and hundreds of people that want you dead?But I could not do that now. I need to regain my composure or I will never get to bring her somewhere safe. So, I started to walk towards the big buildings next to where I parked my motorcycle. Inside I have a secret room where I can have her safe until my father or brother calls me.

As soon as we arrived I instantly pulled her even closer now, not even an inch between us, her warmth embracing me and weakening my knees. She has a weird impact on me, she is too powerful. I need to let her down and distance myself or she will make me lose all my concentration. So, I slowly opened the door making sure nobody was inside and then I placed her on the little couch I had there and went straight to the little table and drank a glass of cold water to cool down the senses she woke up.

I turned back to her when I heard a little cough. She was waking up. Instinctively I put my hands to my face to check if my mask was on. It was.

"Easy," I said as I got to her when I saw she tried to stand up "You were pretty close to the explosion take it easy," I said helping her to rest on the edge of the couch.

She opened her eyes completely and looked at me. The moment I locked eyes with that forest green I was, once again, lost under her spell. She had me warped around her finger and he did not even know who I was. I knew she was trouble but I just could not help it and traveled into those desperate eyes trying to search for whatever they were trying to scream.

"Where am I?" She finally asked breaking the eye contact and putting a bit of distance between us.

"In one of our safe places," I responded automatically as the air finally reached my lungs, the world appeared once again around us and I realized where I was and why am I there."Our? Who are you?" She looked very confused and maybe a bit scared. But I do not blame her. She woke up in a small room only with a couch and a table with drinks and in front of her there I stood. Tall, dressed all in black, with a gun in my hand, just now realizing that I had forgotten to put him back after I made sure there were no dangers, and with a black mask on my face letting only my mouth and eyes to be seen.

"You are safe. Your husband will be here soon to take you home. No other details are needed." It was so hard to speak this formally with her when all I wanted to do was to get lost again in those eyes and understand the story they were telling.

"And why should I trust you?" She asked after a moment a hint of confidence appeared in her eyes. That was the proof that she could be a badass if only he put her mind to it. She could have the world around her finger if only he had grown up in a different environment.

"I can call your fiancé and let him talk to you." At those words her whole body tense the bit of confidence disappearing from her eyes and a bit of fear taking its place. Of course, they already acted like jerks. I hate that my brother can't stand up for himself. He never did, he let my father act to me like I am nothing to him, he let my father humiliate our mother like he could not care less, and now, she lets him do whatever he wants to his woman. The one he should love and respect, the one he should cherish and pray.

She tried to say something but a knock on the door stopped her.

I went to the door and looked at the little camera I had put in. It was Allan. I let him in. A sensation of dread building inside me. I wanted him to be late, to not come. To let me stay here and unfold all the things about the gorgeous girl he will never know how to treat.

"Good, you are fine." He said as he instantly ran to her while I had to stay and watch how another woman was destroyed by my family.