"YOU'VE GOT TO SMACK THAT ASS! SMACK THAT ASS! SMACK IT! SMACK IT! SMACK THAT ASS!"

"Woohoo!" I cheered as I kept slapping a random man's butt cheeks then pushed him away and chugged on my new bottle of vodka.

The men cheered back, raising and clinking their glasses and bottles.

I stood on the table and whistled, gaining their attention and raised my bottle. The room was oozing on high testosterone, alcohol, sweat and energy.

"I SAY LITTLE, YOU SAY GIRL! LITTLE!"

"GIRL!"

"LITTLE!"

"GIRL!"

"I SAY AUGUST, YOU SAY MINI! AUGUST!"

"MINI!"

"AUGUST!"

"MINI!"

"I SAY DADDY, YOU SAY PLEASE! DADDY!"

"PLEASE!"

"DADDY!"

"PLEASE!"

"YOU GUYS ARE THE COOLEST MEN OF THE WORLD!" I screamed at the top of my lungs and turned on my back. "LALALALALA!"

Then I fell backwards and the security guard who had handcuffed me weeks ago caught me.

"Hey! You still have those handcuffs?"

He pulled them out of his pockets and I snatched them, not forgetting to give him a slap on his bum then I got up on the table and whistled again. The music lowed down and the men stopped dancing.

"I HAVE BEEN A VERY BAD LITTLE GIRL! I FINALLY BROKE ALL THE RULES AND I DON'T FOLLOW ORDERS."

The men waited patiently for me to continue.

"SO WHO WANTS TO ARREST ME?" I shouted in excitement, twirled the handcuffs and threw it up in the air. It landed straight on a man's head and he fell.

The room fell silent.

Suddenly he got up. "I'm okay!"

We cheered again, shouting and hooting as the men clinked their glasses and bottles again.

"YOU GUYS ROCK! And it's not fair to a little girl like me. I like rocking guys and you guys rock!" I started ugly crying. "I-It's not fair to me. I'm just a little girl who wants to play and party with guys who rock."

"Aww, do you need a hug?" A man whose name I never really bothered to know, asked me.

I nodded meekly as I sniffed.

The next thing I know, my little body is engulfed in a hug by seven men.

"Y-You guys are so good." I hiccupped. "You guys are f-fun and so much better than what I have been told about you."

The men awed together.

I broke off the hug, wiped my face and gave them a charming smile. "Enough of the emotional shit. I wanna party!"

We gave each other high fives and blended in with the partying crowd while the music blasted in full volume.

"....and she died when I was only four." I slurred and gave a pointed look to the man who was snoring in front of me. These men are night owls. They have the energy to party all night and I got tired too soon. I needed to give myself a few minutes of rest so I sat on the table, cross-legged with a group of men who had now left to party and I was only left with one man. "I thought kitties have nine lives so I waited for her to revive after I rode my bicycle over her, but it never happened."

The man snored in response.

"That is why I hate kitties." I slurred and finished drinking my bottle then threw it back.

I looked around to find more of my favourite drink and that's when I saw it.

It was like the angels had started singing and they had fallen a beautiful ray of light on it. It was calling to me. Come Amy! Come and use me!

Pushing my way through the dancing crowd, I followed the voice and climbed up the counter then I touched it.

It was long. It was hard. It was erect and stood tall.

It was a pole.

I grinned and shouted, "POLE DANCING COMPETITION!"

Everybody except the snoring man cheered as I twirled around the pole, my legs wrapped around it and my hair flying. I tried to climb up but my body slid down. I tried to climb again and I slid again.

I growled in frustration. "HOW THE FUCK DO PEOPLE DO THIS SHIT?!"

Suddenly the music died down and the cheering stopped, but I paid no attention to it and kicked the pole.

"Ow! Angels were singing for you! Why aren't you letting me climb?!"

I felt something poking my feet. I looked down and saw a man poking his finger while he kept his eyes straight ahead so I looked ahead too.

"Aww, look you guys! It's Daddy and August-mini." I heard many bottles shattering on the floor. Did they not knew that he is August-mini? "Hi Daddy! Hi August-mini!"

Then I remembered something. Oh shit! Daddy caught me. I forgot that we were playing hide and seek as soon as the boys chorused 'yes!' when I asked them if they wanted to play with me.

Oops.

August-mini's chest was heaving up and down very rapidly as he glared at every man present in the room. Daddy was looking at me and giving me an amused look.

Then I heard August-mini shout something in rapid Italian then he changed his language when his eyes met mine and they stayed right there.

"....three hundred push ups! NOW!"

"Wait! No! We have to play hide and seek." I whined and huffed, puffing my cheeks angrily as the men scurried out of the room in a haste and did not listen to me.

Seconds later, it's just me, Daddy and August-mini.

"Adrian?"

"Si, capo?"

"Join the men."

He gasped. "What?! Why?"

"You started this. This is your punishment."

He stomped his foot in a childish manner. "Not fair!"

"Go. Now." He growled.

Daddy looked at me. "What about her?"

Awww, daddy cares about me! He's so sweet.

August-mini never took his eyes off mine as he smirked. "I'll take care of her."

*****

"You have a very cute bum mister! Can I touch it?"

I tried to push my body lower from his shoulders and gave it a squeeze.

"Hey! No touching."

I frowned. "Why not? Do I need permission for that too?"

"No."

"Then I'm going to touch it anytime I want!" I huffed and slapped his butt cheeks which made him yelp in surprise.

"Amelia, don't you ever do that again. Stay still and stop squirming or else I'll drop you."

I refused to listen to him and kept squirming, hoping that he would release me.

Long story short, I refused to leave my angel singing pole after daddy left me alone with August-mini, so he picked me up and threw me over his shoulders as if I was a light duffle bag. Now, he is taking me somewhere.

I heard a door getting opened. I peeked over his shoulders and saw that he brought me back to my room. We entered and he tried to put me down, but I refused to let go of him by clinging onto his shoulders for my dear life.

"Little girl, get down."

"No na na na." I slurred. "I don't see the need to."

He sighed. "I'm not in a good mood, Amelia. Leave me."

"No."

"Amelia..."

"No, thanks. I'm fine with the view of the cutest bum I have ever seen in my life."

"Don't call my ass cute."

I bend down slightly and caressed his bum. "Hey there, cutie pie. You are soooo cuteee. Don't listen to your owner."

He shook his body in order to get myself down. Instead, I wrapped my legs around his waist for more support.

"Amelia! That's enough. Get down now or else I'll end up hurting you again."

I giggled. "Don't you always do that?"

He stopped shaking his body and he completely froze up. Yaay! I get to touch more of his bum, so touching more of his bum is exactly what I did.

"Aw, you're so small, so cute and little. Just like me because I'm little too! We can be best of the best friends! Yaay!" I cheered and continued caressing his bum.

I gasped when he suddenly took a turn, opened the door to my bathroom and turned on the shower.

"Amelia, go to the shower right now! You have to sober up." He ordered.

I laughed. "Pfft! No. I'm a bad little girl. I don't follow orders."

"Fine. You asked for it." Then he walked into the cold shower with me still clinging on his body.

I gasped and shivered when the cold water hit my head and I quickly got off from him. It was like somebody actually poured a bucket of cold water on me, scratch that, a shower of cold water on me.

"Sober up, change your clothes and go to sleep." He turned around to walk but I caught his hand. He shot me a glare.

"Stay." I murmured and blinked rapidly, surprised by my request.

He didn't listen and tried to leave my grip, so I pulled him towards me with full force.

"Amelia!" He snapped.

I threw my head back and laughed. "Do you always stay so angry? Cool down, August-mini. It helps."

"It's your fault." He muttered.

"Mine?" I slurred slightly, "I don't think so mister."

I laughed again when I saw his confused face. "You don't care, do you? You made the strongest and the most dangerous of my men dance under your fingers yet you were not scared."

"Why would I be? They are just humans unlike you." Then laughed on my own joke.

"Haha. Very funny, signorina." He said flatly. "You are..."

I zoned out as my eyes followed to the little droplets falling on his face and slowly streaming down to his chin, his neck and then getting absorbed in his white shirt which was now sticking on his body, showing me everything hidden under its thin layer.

I licked my sudden dry lips and started unbuttoning his shirt.

He grabbed my wrist tightly and I slapped his hand which made him pull back.

"Amelia, what are you doing?" He growled as I opened the last button of his shirt and giggled.

"Two...four...six, seven and a little eight!" I ran my fingers on his abs and stopped right between his chest, only a few inches away from his tattoo. "Can't you see? I'm counting."

My fingers travelled from his bare chest to the corner of his patterned tattoo when he caught my wrist again. He retreated back after I slapped his hand again and shivered in excitement when I finally touched his tattoo.

So smooth...so hard...so beautiful.

I kept tracing the tattoo with my fingers while the surface underneath it kept rumbling and heaving rapidly when suddenly I felt a bump like long scar right below his shoulder.

"Oh no..." I whispered sadly, my eyes stinging with unshed tears.

He gently held my face and made me look straight into his hazel eyes. "What's wrong, Amy?"

"You've got a boo-boo." I sniffed.

His eyes diluted in confusion. "What?"

"A boo-boo." I tapped on his scar twice. "Right here."

"Oh." He mumbled, "I know, but it won't go away so I covered it."

"That's so sad." I sniffed again. "Did nobody kiss your boo-boo?"

After a few seconds of silence, he slowly shook his head.

"Oh no, then how can it go away? You should kiss boo-boos so that they could go away. That's what Freddy did when I used to get one."

"Freddy?" He asked.

"My brother." My fingers kept tracing that scar which was a bit longer than a normal boo-boo. "Can...can I kiss it for you?"

I didn't wait for his reply and pressed my lips on his scar.

"Oh God." He groaned, throwing his head back and pulled me closer to him. "Amelia..."

My lips slowly went up, kissing every inch of his scar while he kept groaning and grunting my name to stop even though I knew that he didn't wanted me to stop. My fingers kept running all over his chest and tattoo like a naughty child who had finally got her permission to touch something forbidden.

Soon, I kissed the last inch of his scar which was right above his shoulder blade and I tiptoed myself to reach his ears.

"Any more boo-boos for me?"

His eyes fluttered open and never left mine, our eyelashes wet with the water which was still showering on us and very gently, he tapped his finger on his neck twice.

My hands crawled up to his hair and gently pulled it so that I could have a clear access then my lips touched the base of his neck.

He gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as my lips slowly moved to the part he had pointed at. I carefully placed a soft kiss on the side of his neck.

"Anywhere else?" I breathed in his ears, suddenly feeling excited for what is to come now.

Water was cascading on his black locks, dripping in front of his eyes which were drowning in mine as he slowly shook his head.

I felt something tugging in my heart. "O-okay. No more boo-boos left."

I pulled my hands back from his neck and waited for him to leave.

He didn't leave.

"What about you?" He asked smoothly which made my legs turn into jelly. I didn't answer his question.

"Amelia."

"Leonardo."

His eyes darkened as his name escaped from my lips. He took two small step, closing in the gap between us till I could feel the increasing tension between us.

"What about you?" He asked again. I was breathing very hard, my chest heaving up and down rapidly. My clothes were sticking to my body and my hair was dripping as the water kept pouring above us. The water was cold but I felt hot. Incredibly, amazingly hot. My whole body was screaming at me to do something so I did.

I tapped on my lips twice.

I closed my eyes and sighed, feeling his relaxing warm hands draw imaginary circles on my cheek. Goosebumps arose on my skin when I felt the other hand sensually caressing my arm and my stomach started doing back flips, side flips and every sort of flips till it made me whimper in desperation.

I sucked in a sharp breath when his I felt his lips so close to mine, his teeth grazing my lips, teasing it and biting it. I lost my limit of control and pressed my lips on his.

Everything stopped. Time. The water falling on us. My heart.

Oh dear mother of God...how can a person having such a hard body have soft lips?

A strangled noise escaped from the back of my throat when he started to move his lips on mine. What am I supposed to do? Copy his movements? Bite him? Lick him? Pet him like an adorable puppy?

I chose to do everything. I started moving my lips along with his and my teeth bit his lips whenever they would come in contact. My hands went up and raked his wet black locks, gripping it tightly and playing with it.

Lips joined, I gasped when my back hit the cold wall of my bathroom and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue in. My head started spinning and my eyes went to the giant mirror which was hanging a few metres away from us.

That's when I saw it.

Me, kissing the Agostini son and running my fingers on his hair and all over his body. Him, kissing me back and groping my ass.

OH. MY. GOD.

I broke off the kiss, both of us gasping for air and astonished by the sudden turn of events. Realisation hit us both very hard as I cover my mouth in shock while he kept staring at me with a blank look on his face.

"Change your clothes and go to sleep. It's already late." His voice was hoarse and deep.

Then he left me alone in the bathroom and seconds later, I heard my bedroom door shut close loudly.

What have I done?

I just lost my first kiss to the man who shot me.

I came out of the shower an hour later. My knees were wobbly and my lips were still tingling from the make out session along with my fingers.

In short, I was having a hard time keeping myself sane.

Suddenly, I heard a rapid knocking on my door. It was two am in the morning and I was confused.

I heard another rapid knock.

Is it...shut up!

I covered my hair with the towel and opened the door.

"Adrian?"

Quickly, he stormed into my room and quietly closed the door with a soft click.

"Thank God that you opened the door! Please tell me that you're sober." He asked desperately.

"Y-Yes." I stammered and quickly shook off the images of me and capo in the bathroom. "What are you doing here? It's late."

He gripped his hair in frustration and exhaled sharply. "I have been thinking a lot, okay?" I nodded in response. "And I'm telling you that's a lot of thinking and I usually don't do a lot of thinking at things so it's a very big deal."

"Okay, and what have you been thinking about?" I asked, confused.

"I'm telling you, everybody especially my own brother will have my head if he finds out about this and I can survive that, but..."

"But what?" I yawned and massaged my temples, feeling the beginning of a huge headache.

"But I think I know a way to get you back to your family."

Author's note:

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This has to be my favourite chapter out of the previous chapters. 😂

Amelia and Leonardo kissed.

She partied with the men who are not exactly as dangerous as they are told. They are ROCKING GUYS. 😂

Adrian knows a way to help her reach to her family.

Rylie refuses to open her bottled up frustration and anger.

Louisa is still...Louisa. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Miss_whts_her_name is the only person who can solve everything in their lives. (Why the fuck am I tagging myself?)

Ciao! 👋🏻