** REBEL SIMMONS POV **

I looked back at my new baby, an all black Dodge Demon SRT sitting in a sea of Dante's Italian cars. It has a Hennessy package installed, giving it 1500 HP. I've been working on it for hours, planning to install a cold air intake, turbos, a roll cage, and nitro after I'm done with the supercharger, then I'll work on increasing the torque.

I found myself thinking of Dante more than I should, and being here, alone in this garage, distracts me from the constant barrage of thoughts in my mind.

I was almost done installing the supercharger. Only a few minor tweaks to go, and it'll be complete. I bent down, getting a better view of the engine, and after a few minutes, the sound of footsteps echoed throughout the garage.

It was probably just the twins, it's about that time in the evening anyways. I ignored it, and continued at the task at hand.

The sound of heels clinking gradually got louder, halting at the side of my car. I looked up, and disgust and jealously flooded through me.

Dante was standing there with a woman attached to his hip. His hair was disheveled and his lips and neck were tinted with the woman's red lipstick. She was the typical woman a Mafia leader with no morals or values would go for: huge fake breasts, tiny waist, fake lips, and caked on makeup with long fake eyelashes. She had fake long hair and green eyes. She almost looked like me if I underwent hundreds of thousands of dollars in plastic surgery.

"Never would have thought you'd be an American muscle kind of girl." He said, his words slightly slurring, making it obvious that he has been drinking.

"What can I say? I'm not particularity fond of Italian engineering, or anything Italian for that matter." I said emphasized my words as I rolled my eyes. Venom laced every word unintentionally. The last thing I want him to know is that he successfully has gotten under my skin.

The woman glared at me, as if she was sizing up the competition. She then started to kiss his neck sloppily while glaring at me. She looked like a jealous teenager attempting to mark her territory.

"Now, if you two don't mind, I have a lot of work to do, and watching you two fuck isn't on my to-do list." I said sarcastically as I pointed the wrench in my hand towards the door.

"You could always join us?" Dante said, smirking.

The fucking nerve of this man.

"I'd rather undergo a lobotomy, but thanks for the invite." I said coldly as I leaned on the side of Dodge Demon.

"There's that sassy attitude I adore." He said, smiling a lopsided smile as the plastic woman pulled him towards the door.

They disappeared behind the large wooden door, and I released a breath I didn't know I was holding. I couldn't help but be jealous of the woman he was with, not because of her looks, but because he would be hers, even if it was only for a night.

What else did you expect from the Don of the biggest Mafia in the world?

What, why the fuck do I care?

I shook off my irrational thoughts. I don't even know why Dante is still corrupting my mind. I can't even comprehend why I'm feeling this way. For fucks sake, he almost shot me between the eyes for stealing from his family. I must be the most idiotic woman on the planet to even think he's attractive or appealing in any way.

As I turned around to work on my car again, the door opened almost immediately. I groaned expecting Dante and his little toy to enter the garage again.

"What?" I snapped, still walking towards the glimmering Dodge Demon.

"Someone's sassy tonight!" Isa called out. She was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.

"Shit, sorry. I thought you were Dante." I apologized as I turned around.

Natalia and Isa were both dressed in their pajamas. Isa had on her usual black joggers and tank top, while Natalia was wearing an oversized baby pink shirt. Natalia had a giant bowl of popcorn, per usual.

"You ready?" Isa asked mischievously as she rubbed her hands together.

"Oh, absolutely." I said smirking as I put my wrench away, the proceeded to go inside.

Natalia and Isa informed me that the entire mansion was automated the first night they tried to break me out of my room. The doors were programmed to close and lock in case of an emergency. The sinks and other utilities were high tech, and were also automated. Each room had cameras inside in them, but after hours of footage of the members having sex were discovered, Dante promptly deactivated them to "save his sanity".

That night, we broke into the security room, and I hacked into the entire security mainframe. We originally meant to prank Dante, but he wasn't home during the evening. So we settled for the next best thing, Angelo. We messed with him everyday since then: turning his lights on and off, opening his bedroom door and slamming it shut while he was sleeping, even turning on everything in the bathroom. The poor kid was so scared, he even moved rooms four times. Needless to say, we followed him every time. 

We finally arrived at the security room, which coincidentally, was in the same hallway as Dante's room. I quickly picked the lock, as we rushed inside. Isa locked the door as Natalia shoved a handful of popcorn into her mouth.

The security room was small, mainly consisting of a wall with hundreds of screens surrounds a larger one in the middle. It originally only had one leather chair, but the twins brought over two more, making the tiny corridor more cramped than usual.

We took our usual seats and I started rapidly typing away. The screens soon came to life, displaying a live feed from every room in the house. Our eyes skimmed over the screens, searching for Angelo. When Natalia finally found him, I zoomed in on the room he was in. Angelo was fast asleep, and changed his room for the fifth time.

"What shall it be today?" I asked menacingly.

"How about we open and slam his door, flicker all his lights, and turn on the bathtub, sinks, and shower all at the same time." Isa suggested as she reached over and took a handful of popcorn.

"I like the way you think, sister." Natalia laughed.

"Triple whammy, commencing." I said as I hacked into the systems in his room.

"In 3...2...1." I said as I hit enter and his room was thrown into utter chaos. We leaned in towards the screens, anticipation filling the air.

Angelo jumped at the sudden noise, literally falling out of the bed and landing on his stomach. He looked frazzled as he frantically dug into his nightstand drawer, and pulled out a large cross.

"You can't fuck with me now, you piece of shit ghost! Be gone!" We watched Angelo yell through the live feed as he flailed the cross around. The twins and I burst out in laughter.

"Poor kid. He really thinks he's being haunted." I said between laughs.

"Wait, you said Dante's home? Let's mess with him next." Natalia suggested as she caught her breath.

"Fuck yes!" Isa agreed as she spun in her leather chair.

I quickly switched screens, and the twins rapidly covered their eyes.

"Fucking Christ." Isa yelled.

"Ewwww! I can't watch this." Natalia said as she put her head between her legs.

The woman Dante was with was wearing only her pink lingerie, she was getting on her knees as Dante looked down at her. She unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants, leaving him in only his boxers. Her hands started to clutch his boxers as she kissed his inner thigh. My stomach dropped slightly as I watched the screen, but it was soon replaced with rebelliousness and mischief.

"Oh this will be better than I expected." I laughed as an ingenious idea came to my mind. "You won't want to miss this." I quickly started typing, hacking into the controls of his room. The twins hesitantly looked up at the screen between their fingers.

"And in 3...2..." I said, just as my finger grazed the enter button, Dante did something I wouldn't expect.

"Get the hell away from me, and get the fuck out!" He yelled as he pushed the woman away from him, making her fall on her ass.

"1." I said as I clicked the button while my eyebrows furrowed. His entire room was drenched by the fire sprinklers in an instant. The woman was now sobbing as she attempted to get up, slipping with every step and continuously falling. The twins started to laugh so hard that Natalia fell out of her chair, making popcorn fly all over the office. I could help but feel slightly relieved yet confused at Dante's actions.

What's going on in that brain of yours Dante?

I watched Dante, his muscular back was towards the camera. He continuously yelled out towards the woman, his words being drown out by the rush of the sprinklers. Once she finally managed to stand up and leave, he stayed still for a moment. His posture intense, and his fists were clenched.

He slowly turned his head towards the camera. I held my breath as my eyes met his grey irises. Even through a screen, his stare was intimidating and intense. He stood there, getting soaked as he analyzed the camera in the corner of his room for a moment, before he ran out of the room.

"Shit shit shit!" Isa yelled as she rapidly got up.

"ABORT MISSION!" Natalia screamed as she stumbled to her feet.

We ran out into the hallway only to see a soaking wet Dante, dressed only in his boxers, running full speed at us with a deadly expression on his face.

"Fuck! Split up!" Natalia yelled as we all ran in different directions. The twins turned right while I turned left and of course, Dante trailed after me. I ran down a narrow hallway, my socks causing my to slide into walls whenever I turned a corner. I ran into my room, and attempted to slam the door, when a tattooed hand grabbed it and prevented it from closing.

"You've been a terribly naughty girl, my little vixen." He said smirking as he walked into my room and quickly slammed the door. He stared at me as he turned the two locks on my door, trapping me in my own room. 

"First your sassy attitude, then your disobedience, now destroying my room. Tsk tsk tsk." Dante said as he walked over to me shaking his head softly. The strong scent of whisky filled the air as he crept closer and closer. 

"I don't recall what you're talking about." I said, trying to keep my breathing under control.

To say Dante's soaking body was distracting would be the understatement of the century. His arms were covered in intricate ink, reaching up to his shoulders and crossing over to his neck. It was an array of different pieces, some roses, scripts, and other random artwork. His right side of his chest had his family's crest, with the words underneath written in elegant penmanship. The left side of his chest was bare. His entire back contained a detailed skull, with a gun towards his lower back. His legs were also tattooed, the pieces sporadic. He was pure muscle, every part of his body toned to perfection. I felt my panties moisten as I took in his perfect figure, an unfamiliar heat filling my body.

"I think it's about time you get punished, my little vixen." He said in a deadly tone. In one fluid motion, he quickly closed the distance between us with one step, and threw me over his shoulder.