(Play the music, you'll see why later;)

•Francesca•

  I wake up in a cold, dark room that smells of mold and blood.

The side of my head throbs with each heartbeat my plundering heart gives off.

Fucking Vincenzo.

Thick pieces of rope hold me down to a shabby wooden hair.

I could already feel my raw writs scratching against the hard sailing rope.

I lick my dry lips before slumping in the shabby chair.

Fucking Vincenzo!

"UNTIE ME YOU HOT ITALIAN PRICK!" I yell on the top of my lungs hoping for a agreement to let me go.

But I get nada in return.

I could no longer feel the cold metal of my knife against my thigh.

They took my favorite knife!?

I let out a vicious growl before giving another hard tug against the rope.

After a few minutes I give up.

The rope was too damn think and my wrists are probably bleeding.

Another wave of shivers creep against my skin.

It's so cold.

The fucking penguins are quaking.

"Im walking on sunshine, WHOA!!!" I start shouting out lyrics, starting to feel bored.

"I'm walking on sunshine, whoa
And don't it feel good.
Hey, all right now.
And don't it feel good.
Hey, yea-!"

"Damn woman. Shut up!" I hear a man shout, suddenly throwing open the door.

The lights are flickered on making me squint as my eyes adjust.

My eyes focus on a tall man. "Oh please you're just jealous of my awesome vocals."

He scoffs but a small smirk plays on his lips. "Francesca, hate to break it to you, but your singing sucks ass."

I gasp in mockery, "How dare you!"

He shrugs walking closer to me.

He looked to be a few years younger than Vincenzo. His dyed silver hair was messy on the top and shaved on the sides.

His eyes were a chocolate brown that made his tan skin glow.

"Mio fratello vuole parlare con te." He states, starting to untie me. (My brother wants to talk to you.")

I give him a confused look. He simply raises his scarred eyebrow.

"Are you not worried I might bolt out the door once you untie me?"

"Nope." He smiles. "I doubt you can out run me, topolina." (Little mouse.)

I let out a unladylike snort of laughter. "Challenge accepted." I pause realize he called me a mouse. "Oh and don't call me that!"

"Okay, topolina."

I huff. "You suck, dude."

"And you swallow, dude." He retorts, untying the last rope.

I stand up and right when he starts to grab me, I duck under his arm and sprint towards the open door.

Right when I'm arms-length away from the metal door it starts to close on its own.

"What the hell!?" I scream and bang my fists on the door. "Fucking witch craft!"

I turn around to see the alleged warlock holding up a small black remote.

Sighing, I let him grab my forearm and walk me out the dirty cold room.

I immediately stop in my tracks as I take in my surroundings.

The architecture in the building was beautiful.

The soft white walls had gold trimming making the place look straight out of a fairytale castle.

The biggest chandelier I have even seen hangs frown the ceiling, shimmering brightly.

The man starts walking again and we ascend up flights of stairs.

"So, what is you name, bro?" I mumble, somewhat uncomfortable with the silence.

"Lorenzo."

I nod, humming under my breath.

"You sound so American yet you have an Irish accent." He states.

"Yeah...." I trail off thinking of when I first moved to America.

I made it my all time goal to learn the slang.

I was so excited to move here when I was eighteen. Land of freedom and money!

And spray cheese in a can!

That stuff is the best!

"Are....we...there....yet? I pant after going up too many stairs.

"Topolina, we only been up eight steps." Lorenzo responds with an amused smile.

"Oh."

After another flight of stairs we stop in front of two grand doors.

Lorenzo knocks on the mahogany wood, making an echo bounce off the walls.

"Come in." A gruff but attractive voice answers.

I recognize that sexy voice from earlier.

"What's up, bud. Long time no see?" I push open the doors and barge in.

"I have to admit, when you knocked me out, you hurt my feelings."

Vincenzo sighs, rubbing his temples. "Questa donna è fastidiosa." (This woman is annoying.)

"Aww Vinny, your so sweet." I purr, walking towards him.

He was sitting behind a rather large polished desk. His chair looked like a black throne.

Bookshelf's filled with books were pushed up against the walls. He had a bigger variety that Gianni Morelli had.

Behind Vincenzo's desk, a huge aquarium was on the whole wall. The fish were happily swimming without a care in the world.

"Don't call me that, Francesca." Vincenzo demands.

I gulp, loving his deep, dominating voice he uses.

My hormones are worse than a horny puppy in heat.

"Whatever you say, Vinny."

I hear a chuckle behind me. I turn to see Lorenzo still standing at the door with a big smile on his face.

"I like her, Vincenzo." He chuckles harder but stops when Vincenzo growls.

"You are dismissed, fratello." (Brother.)

Lorenzo pouts but quickly walks out the door.

I'm about to run out but I stop when something soft rubs against my right leg.

I look down and let out a loud squeal in terror.

"Holy fuck!" I scream as my eyes land on a baby tiger.

I flee as fast as I can behind Vincenzo's desk. "Save me."

The baby tiger hisses, staring straight at me.

It is cute but deadly.

I hear a quiet chuckle leave Vincenzo's mouth. I almost drop to my knees hearing that angelic sound.

He whistles and the tiger jumps on the desk. It stares at me, almost as if it's taunting me.

Then it plops down on a stack of papers.

"Why the hell do you have a tiger!?" I gasp as Vinny starts petting it.

"It's a Jaguar."

"So!? It's still a killer cat!" I demand, eyeing him.

"It's name is Maverick. And I have to say I'm surprised your scared of this little kitty, Francesca." Vincenzo states calmly.

"Fucking maniac."

"What was that, amore?" Vincenzo growls.

I gulp letting out a nervous giggle. "Nothing, Vinny."

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