What's a king babe without a queen?
There ain't no "I" in team
You make me complete, you're all that matters to me

Justin's P.O.V

"Dove sono i miei soldi, Giovanni?" I stated, my voice being really stern, as I glared at the shaking man in front of me. The glare which specifically stated that I didn't like being fucked around.

"Where is my money, Giovanni?"

"Io-io-io ce l'ho, signor Bieber." He stammered, wiping his sweaty hands on the material of his pants.

"I-I-I have i-it, Mr. Bieber."

I inwardly smirked when I noticed that he was scared of me, just like he should be. But from outside, I was furious. If he thought he could just take my money and never return it than he was so wrong. "Veramente? Allora dov'è che cazzo è perché non lo vedo da nessuna parte." I spat, slamming my hand on the table.

"Really? Then where is fuck is it because I don't fucking see it anywhere."

"Per ora ne ho solo la metà. Ho bisogno di più tempo." He flinched when the palm of my hand came in contact with the table.

"I-I only have half of it for now. I need m-more time."

"Più tempo, eh?" I raised an eyebrow and he started nodding his head, frantically.

"More time, aye?"

"Samuel." I barked making Giovanni jump slightly. Samuel soon appeared and greeted me with a nod.

"What's the matter, Mr. Bieber?" He asked.

"You know what you have to do." I said making him nod his head again. "Take him away." I said as I glared at Giovanni who was looking really confused after mine and Samuel's exchange of words.

No words were uttered until Samuel grabbed Giovanni and he understood what was about to happen to him and he started screaming and shaking in fear.

"P-PER FAVORE! SIG. BIEBER, RESTITUIR I SOLDI! PER FAVORE, NON UCCIDERMI! P-PER FAVORE!" Giovanni screamed and wiggled as he was being dragged away.

"P-PLEASE! MR. BIEBER, I WILL RETURN THE MONEY! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! P-PLEASE!"

However, I never payed any attention to him and grabbed my glass of whiskey and drank it all in one gulp.

"Okay brothers. I'm leaving." Andrew said after he took a huge gulp of his alcohol and stood up, straightening his suit. "Where are you off to?" Sloan asked. "I wanna have some fun too, if you know what I mean." Andrew winked making me chuckle and playfully roll my eyes at him.

"You are really going to beat Giovanni to death, aren't you?" I smirked evilly. "Well duh! He irritates me to death with his annoying voice and his fake accent." He rolled his eyes.

"Oh cool? Can you give me a ride back home? Maya must be waiting for me." Sloan said and I let out a small laugh, "You are whipped bro."

"I am not whipped. I love her and she just has me wrapped around her fingers." He crossed his arms around his chest, giving me a death glare. "That's what I said. You are whipped." I mocked and he rolled his eyes, looking really annoyed.

"Look who is even talking here. The Mafia King, the Alpha, who is whipped for a nineteen year old beauty." Andrew jumped in the conversation and I glared at him. "This has nothing to do with her." I snapped.

"Yes it does." He mocked me. "Man I can't wait for her to my sister-in-law so I can tell her how much you are whipped for her. She's got you wrapped around her fingers and she doesn't even know it yet." He added, letting out a chuckle. I rolled my eyes at him, my hands forming themselves into a fist while my jaw clenched.

"You-"

"-If you are done then can we go, Andrew?" Sloan huffed.

"Whatever let's go." Andrew playfully rolled his at him and turned around walking away with Sloan by his side.

"Dickheads." I mumbled and pulled my phone out.

I checked my e-mails which were filled with nothing but business stuffs. Being the son of one of the biggest mafia leader and the next heir, I was always busy with work. Of course, I had my share of fun every now and then but work was one of my main priority along with my family.

Not to brag, but I was the best in this whole "mafia game". I knew my strategies, I knew my work and most importantly I knew my strength and what I was capable of and so does everybody else. It's not like I got the titles of Mafia King and Mafia Alpha just like that. I earned them with my hard-work and power.

There was silence for a minute or two until Zayn decided to break it by making his presence known.

"Justin?" Zayn said and I glared at him but his eyes weren't set on me. Instead, he was looking down at the crowd of people who were most probably drunk and dancing like some maniac, thinking that they looked sexy. Stupid Fuckers.

"What?" I grumbled before my eyes set themselves down on my phone, staring down at the wallpaper which was of my claim, Charlotte.

The picture was taken around Christmas and she was smiling, standing beside the big snowman she had made and was proud of. She was looking really beautiful. She has always been beautiful. And she was all mine.

My Charlotte.

I claimed her when she was sixteen and I was twenty-three. I never thought I would fall for someone who is seven years younger than me, hell I never thought I would fall in love at all but she has managed to make me turn head over heels for her and I just had to make her mine before some fucker took her away from me. Which is what I exactly did, I talked with both of our families and claimed her as mine but according to traditions I couldn't be with her till she turned eighteen. Again, stupid fucking traditions. If it wasn't for them, then she would had been in my arms right now.

Work was also one of the reasons why I couldn't marry Charlotte last year when she turned eighteen and she was still in dark and didn't know anything about me. But now, she was nineteen and I was ready to marry her and make her mine, officially.

"Isn't that Charlotte?" He said and I frowned my eyebrows in confusion. "What do you mean?" I mumbled and got up from my seat and walked towards him.

"Right there." He said pointing at the crown of brunette hair which were blowing in every direction as the girl danced. I narrowed my eyes but they immediately widened when the girl turned and indeed, it was none other than Charlotte.

"What the fuck is she doing here?" I said, my jaw clenching and un-clenching. "And look that's Eliza and there is Sarah sitting at the bar." He pointed at them and anger immediately took over me.

How could the guards be so careless that they never saw the girls leaving? They were supposed to watch over Charlotte and protect her from danger not let her wander off to a club this late at night. This wasn't the job I was paying them for. They were definitely getting fired the moment I see them. But most importantly, how could Simon be so careless and let his daughters go to the club? That too, without consulting me over it.

I glared down at my phone and started dialling Simon's phone number furiously and called him. I put the device near my ear, waiting for him to pick up the call. As every second passed, I grew even more impatient and annoyed as the phone continued to ring. It rang three more times until he finally answered the call.

"Justin, why are you calling so late?" Simon asked, his voice being really sleepily and hoarse. I must had woken him up from his sleep but I didn't give any fuck right now. "Where are the girls?" I said, impatiently. "They must be sleeping in their bedrooms. Why did you ask? Is everything okay?" He said, sounding more awakened now. "No, nothing is fucking okay! Charlotte is at my fucking club with Elle and Sarah!" I spat.

"What!?"

"And they are fucking dancing and drinking, having the time of their lives. How could you be so irresponsible and let them wander off alone!?" I barked angrily. "Oh fuck, they must had sneaked out. No wonder why Sarah came to check up on us." He sighed. "I'll send my people to get them." He added.

"No..." I denied and licked my bottom lip. "...I'll bring them home." I said.

"And we have to talk!" I said and hung up, not caring if I didn't let him speak. "Oh shit." Zayn said and I grew even more irritated and mad when I heard him speak. Scratch that, I was pissed!

"What the fuck happened now!?" I spat. "She is dancing with some boy." He said and I snapped my head towards him so hard that I'm surprised I didn't had whiplash.

"Boy!?" I yelled angrily and looked down only to find my Charlotte dancing with some boy. I growled under my breath when I found his hands all over her body. Her body was mine. Not his, mine! Only I was allowed to touch her that way.

I stormed my way to downstairs, angrily pushing past people, not caring about their angry yells at all, and just when that fucking boy was about to kiss my girl, I grabbed him by the back of his shirt and threw him away, making him fall on the dance floor with a thud.

"Ethan." Charlotte gasped, her voice sounding a little drunk. I fucking knew it! She has been drinking. I looked at her for a brief second before turning towards the "Ethan" boy. If looks could kill, he would had been six feet under within microseconds.

I leaned down towards him, his eyes following my every single move. I leaned in some more so we were eye to eye. His eyes were filled with fear while mine were filled with fury.

"I'd suggest you to run away if you don't want to get tortured by Justin Bieber." That's all I whispered and his eyes instantly widened in fear when my name filled in his ears. I stood up and brushed my suit and it didn't even take him a second to run away in fear. I smirked at his fear. My name was enough to make him shake in his boots and I loved it. I loved the power I had over people and how they were terrified of me.

What a pussy. I thought.

I turned towards the shocked girl again, my eyes immediately softening when my gaze fell on her but then I remembered what had just happened and I was fuming with anger again.

"What the- HEY!" She screamed when I picked her up in my arms and put her on my shoulder.

"Put me down." She started kicked and wiggling around and that made me even more angry. My angel was testing my anger and patience and I wasn't pleased by her actions at all.

"Shut the fuck up!" I couldn't help spat, my hand coming in contact with her ass, as I spanked it, at which she gasped loudly.

"What the fuck!?" She kicked again. "You better shut the fuck up on your own or I'll make you." I spat again and she groaned loudly making sure I heard her. What a drama queen. I rolled my eyes.

I was about to discipline her properly but then I saw Elle dancing with some guy.

"Elle!" I barked loudly, over the loud music which was blasting around.

She frowned at her name being called but as soon as her gaze fell on me, her jaw dropped open and she slowly started making her way towards me, leaving the boy behind who was telling/asking her to come back.

I gave her a look which made her walk faster.

"What the-"

"-Go and get Sarah and meet me outside. You better not pull out any stunt." I said dominantly and sternly, cutting her off.

Her eyes widened a little and she started biting her bottom lips nervously. She mustn't expected that but again nobody did either.

"Yes father." She mewled in fear before running off, probably to get Sarah.

"I come to my own fucking club to do business and this is what I witness..." I started mumbling incoherently under my breath as I started making my way outside the club with Charlotte still on shoulders.

The security greeted me with a nod, which I ignored and continued making my way towards my car. I mentally thanked myself for not bringing my Lamborghini or we would have had problems.

"Who are you!? Let me go!" She started kicking her legs again and I mentally groaned. Why was she making this so hard? I smacked her ass again, making sure it was firm but not too hard to injure her. "Shut up or I'll pull you down on your knees." I said, not really meaning it but I just wanted her to stop fighting me or I was going to lose control over my anger. I could tell that she was scared of my threat because she stopped wiggling around.

I inwardly sighed in relief when I reached my car. I pulled the car keys from my pants' pocket and unlocked it. I opened the passenger side door and put Charlotte down on it. Her eyes never left my face as I grasped the seatbelt in my hand, ready to fasten it.

"I do know how to fasten a seatbelt." She said making me glare at her. "Okay sorry." She said putting her pointer finger on her lips and looking at me innocently.

So innocent yet a little drunk. I thought.

I slightly shook my head at my thoughts and fastened her seatbelt and stood back up straight. I looked at her for a second before closing the car door and just in time Sarah and Elle walked out of the club.

Sarah's eyes widened a little when her gaze fell on me and I gave them a look. Without saying a word, I opened the car door for them and they both got in the backseat quitely, shutting the door behind them. Then I quickly jogged towards the driver's seat and climbed in.

I started the engine and pulled the car out of the parking area. "Where are you taking us?" Charlotte asked softly making me glare at her again.

Oh God, even when she was a little drunk, she looked so innocent and pure. I wish I could just tell her who I was and take her away with me right now but I needed to talk to Simon.

"Home." That's all I said.

As I was driving, I could feel Charlotte's eyes checking out my features, making me clench my jaw and tighten my grip on the steering wheel.

Oh, what I won't do to just kiss the hell out of her. I thought.

Focus Justin! My subconscious reminded me and I inwardly sighed.

She looked lost in her thoughts as she kept staring at me until she snapped out of it and turned to look out of the window.

Everyone was quite and looked deep in their own thoughts and I took a moment to look at the beautiful girl sitting beside me.

She was staring out of the window, but due to her reflection on the window I could make out that she was biting her bottom lips while her fingers played with her pendant which had 'J' written on them. Of course, they were from me but she didn't know that. I had given it to Simon, three years ago, to give it to Charlotte as a present but he couldn't tell her that I had claimed her and what does 'J' symbolise to so he lied and said that it was a gift from her late grandmother, Jane De Luca.

A small smile took over my face as I kept staring at it, happy that she was still wearing it and turned to look ahead and focus on driving even though it was really easy for me.

For the rest of the ride, no words were exchanged. Nobody said anything. To say that the atmosphere was surrounded by an awkward silence would be an understatement. But nobody decided to break it until we finally reached the mansion.

I stopped the engine and climbed out the car only to find Simon standing at the front door with his hands crossed over his chest. I nodded at him as greetings before walking towards Charlotte's side to open the door for her. Always gotta be a gentleman, even when you are angry. Especially to your woman.

"Thank you.'" She said softly and got out but I didn't say anything. Instead, I grasped her hand in mine, making sure not to bruise her skin or hurt her. As soon as her hand touched mine, butterflies fluttered in my stomach and my heart started pounding against my chest.

Damnit!

I chose not to show the effect she had on me and started walking to the front door.

"We'll talk in the morning." Simon said to Charlotte when we entered the house.

"Ma sono molto deluso da voi ragazze." He said and she shamelessly looked down at her feet. Elle and Sarah didn't look any different either.

"But I'm very disappointed in you girls."

"Go upstairs in your rooms." He ordered and she slowly nodded her head.

"Yes Papá." She said softly, leaving my warm hand and slowly making her way upstairs with Elle and Sarah following behind. I could feel my heart breaking a little when her hand left mine but kept my face stiff.

When she reached the stairs, she turned to look at me only to find that I was already staring at her. I wonder if she knows me, what I mean is if she knows about Justin Bieber or has heard my name before. She must had but what did she think of me? Did she see me as the ruthless Mafia as everybody else does? But this wasn't the time to find out, I had more important things to do for now.

Her cheeks flushed and she turned back and continued walking upstairs. I smirked to myself but inwardly, I didn't want her to walk away.

Please don't go. My subconscious said.

Shut up! Control yourself! I mentally scolded myself.

I can't believe I was talking to myself like this. Andrew was right, Charlotte has me wrapped around her fingers and she doesn't even know it. I was whipped but I wasn't going to admit it to my brothers.

"Justin?" Simon said making me snap out of my thoughts. I hummed and turned to him. "You said you wanted to talk." He said and I nodded. "Yes, I do but can we go somewhere more private please?" I requested, trying to sound as polite as I could because he was my future father-in-law and he still had the power to take Charlotte away from me and I refused to let that happen.

"Yeah, sure. Let's go to my office." He said and we started walking towards his office, he had in the mansion.

"So where is Grace?" I asked. "She's still sleeping. I haven't told her about this situation. She needs some sleep." He said and I nodded.

He opened the door of his office and I walked inside and he shut the door behind us. My eyes started wandering around the office, finding everything the same as I had last seen them.

"So what do you wanna talk about?" He asked after few seconds. "I wanted to tell you to start preparing for the wedding." I said, being straightforward.

"Wedding?" He asked confused. "Uh huh. Mine and Charlotte's wedding." I said and his eyes widened a little. "Justin, she's nineteen." He said slowly. "So? What's your point?" I raised an eyebrow. I don't see what was wrong with her marrying me.

"You can't do that to her. She's my little girl!" He said, his voice raising slightly. "And she is my claim!" I said, raising my voice as well when I felt my dominance being questioned.

"You won't do that." He shook his head.

"Yes, I will." My jaw clenched.

"You asked me to give her a year, Simon. A year. And I did give you the time you wanted." I said. "I was supposed to wait for two years but I waited for three because you wanted to give her time." I said, feeling myself getting angrier.

"Fuck, I would had married her the day I claimed her if there weren't these fucking traditions to stop me." I stated.

"Justin, I understand how you feel but-"

"-No you don't!" I yelled pissed.

"You don't know how much it hurts me to watch her everyday but not have her in my arms." I yelled. "You don't know how I felt when I saw that dirty boy's hand all over her. He was about to fucking kiss her and if I wasn't there then God forbids to let this happen but she would had lost her virginity to someone else or worse gotten raped." I said, more like yelled. I was fucking furious. Just thinking about that boy's hand all over my Charlotte made me want to kill him. I wanted to kill everybody. I wanted to end this world.

"And if it wasn't for you asking for a year then she would had known me. She would had been at her home, in her husband's arms, safe and sound." I said.

"Justin I understand but she is nineteen." He sighed. "Do you think I really fucking care about the age difference!?" I spat.

"We are seven years apart so what!? This will never stop me from loving her. And this, most definitely, will not stop me from marrying her." I stated. My voice being really firm and dominant.

"You asked me for a year Simon and I gave it you. But now, I'm not giving you any more time. She belongs with me. She belongs to me. She is mine." I said pointing at myself.

"And now..." I trailed off.

"...It's time to get what's mine." I said dominantly.

She was soft as
an angel but oh,
she could love with
the fury of
a demon.

Charlotte's P.O.V

*𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫*

I groaned when I felt the rays of sun hitting against my face and turned around, covering my face with the cover. But I had to pull my face out when I started suffocating inside, which happened after few seconds. This always happens to me. If I keep my head under the cover for too long, I start to feel as if I'm being suffocated.

I slowly opened my eyes, only to find a beautiful bouquet of daffodils sitting on the top of my side table. I frowned and slowly sat up while yawning and rubbing my left eye.

I glared at the flowers again and sighed before gently grabbing it. I ran my fingers through their soft and fragile petals and smiled softly. That was until I found a note attached to the bouquet. I slowly turned it around and frowned in confusion when I read what was written on the note.

Can't wait.
- J

"Can't wait, J?" I mumbled in confusion. I put the flowers down in front of me and grabbed my phone. I quickly opened Google before typing in the search bar.

What does daffodil symbolize?

It took the Google a couple of seconds until it showed the results. There were many links and webpages about the daffodils but I decided to read the answer which was showing at the top.

"Daffodils are some of the first flowers we see in springtime and are a great indicator that winter is over. Because of this, they are seen to represent rebirth and new beginnings."

"They are seen to represent rebirth and new beginnings." I finished reading. "What does this person mean by new beginning?" I sighed, running my fingers through my hair again.

As I kept staring at my phone screen, I grew even more confused.

Who was J? What does he/she mean by new beginning? Was something going to happen? Something good or something bad? How were they manage to sneak it up into my bedroom without anybody noticing?

So many questions yet no answers. I huffed and decided to get ready for the day. I put the bouquet back on the table before grabbing the empty vase and filling it with water. Then, I put the fresh flowers in it and kept it on my side table. I couldn't help but smile at them even though I was still confused as heck.

I slowly shook my head at myself before giving the flowers one last look and walking inside my bathroom to get ready.

After brushing my teeth and showering, I blow dried my hair before putting lotion on my body and wearing some fresh clothes which was a simple white t-shirt and a pair black pants or leggings. I applied the cream I use for my face because my skin was extremely dry and I didn't like it that way because it made me feel uncomfortable. I, then, applied some cherry lipgloss on my lips before walking out of my walk-in-closet and making my way downstairs.

It's been two weeks since the club accident and let's just say, the next morning was anything but good.

*flashback*

I was biting my bottom lips nervously as I continued walking downstairs to the kitchen with Elle by my side. I was really nervous and scared to face Papá after what had happened last night. I cannot believe we actually got caught. Well I can believe it, considering we had never pulled out a stunt like this before.

The security even got fired and new ones took their place.

"What do you think? Is Papá going to be really mad?" I asked Elle when we reached the last step. "I think so." She shrugged and I sighed when we entered the kitchen.

Papá was sitting on his seat, reading today's newspaper and drinking his coffee while Mamma was setting the table with pancakes, waffles, toasts, omlets, fruits and juice. Even when we had servants at our house, Mamma liked cooking the meals, herself. That was one of the things which kept her sane and busy.

I saw Sarah sitting down and biting her lips as well as she stared at Papá who wasn't looking in her direction.

"Buongiorno ragazze." He said without even looking away from the newspaper.

"Good morning Girls."

"Buongiorno papà / zio." Elle and I said in unison and took our seats. "Mattina mamma / zia." We added.

"Morning Dad/Uncle."

"Morning Mom/Aunt."

"Morning." Mamma smiled and sat down beside Papá.

"So..." He cleared his throat and put newspaper away. "May I ask why I got a call at 2 in the morning regarding about my daughters being found at a club?" He said, looking at us.

"Papá we can explain." Sarah said. "Go ahead, we are waiting." He said, patiently staring at us.

"Papá it's just... we wanted to have fun." I sighed. "I never get a chance to go outside without being followed by your bodyguards. I never got a chance to experience the highschool parties because you won't let me go. I never had a boyfriend. I just... I just wanted to feel normal for once." I sighed sadly.

"That doesn't mean you should sneak to the club." He said and I sighed again and nodded my head. There wasn't any point of arguing anyways. "And you do know how our lives are, sweetie. The lifestyle we are living is far away from normal but it is normal for us. You don't know how scared I got when Jus-someone called me and told me that you were at the club." He added and I inhaled while looking down at my hands. "What if something bad happened to you three? What would I do then?" He said and I looked at him.

"We are really sorry." I said with Elle and Sarah in unison. "We promise, we won't pull out any kind of stunt from now on." Elle said and he nodded, a smile forming on his face.

"Good." He smiled making us smile at him.

"Now let's have breakfast, shall we?" Mamma smiled and handed us our plates. We thanked her and started eating. "And Charlotte," Mamma said after few minutes and I looked up at her. "Yes?"

"As your punishment for sneaking out to the club and almost giving a heart attack to your poor father..." She said and I frowned.

"We are grounding you for two weeks." Dad said and my eyes widened a little. "2 weeks!?" I gasped. "But-"

"-You are grounded too, Elle." He said cutting me off and Elle looked up with her mouth full of waffles, looking like a deer in highlights. If I wasn't really upset over being grounded for two weeks then I would had laughed at her face.

"What!?" She said shocked and swallowed her food. "Why me!?" She pouted. "Because I am your godfather and in the absence of your parents, your guardian." He said and she groaned. "Fine whatever." She mumbled before shoving another piece of waffle in her mouth. Elle's parents were out of the country for business, which obviously was related to Mafia, but she stayed behind because she didn't want to go.

Papá turned to Sarah but she beat him before he could even open his mouth.

"I know I'm grounded too. If you can ground my nineteen year old sisters then you surely can ground me and I'm not even eighteen." She shrugged and he chuckled. "To be honest, I don't even care because I don't wanna go out and face the same stupid morons everyday." She said and we all laughed softly.

Even though I was laughing, I was still a little upset. Elle and I had planned so many things for the summer bbut now we will have to postpone it because of our punishment.

*flashback over*

"Good morning." I smiled brightly at everybody when I reached the living room. Papá and Mamma gave me a smile, but it didn't reach their eyes. It seemed like they were in a dilemma. Sarah and Elle too, didn't look any different.

I frowned and sat down on the couch. "Is everything okay?" I said softly. "Sweetie we have to tell you something." Mamma said and she held my hands in hers and gave them an encouraging squeeze.

"What is it Mamma?" I asked, my eyes travelling around her face. "Bambino, this might be a little hard to understand but please just listen to us." Papá said and I turned to look at him.

"Will anybody tell me what's the matter?" I let out a nervous chuckle and Mamma squeezed my hand again, making me look at her.

"Have you heard of the term 'Claimed'?" She asked softly and I slowly nodded. It felt like I'd break down if she raised her voice even a slightest. "Yeah, Elle told me about it." I said. "Then you must know what that term means in Mafia." She said again and I nodded.

"I do," I said softly. "But why are you bringing this up?" I added until realisation hit me and my eyes widened a little. My travelled to Papá before I looked at Mamma again.

"Papá claimed you, didn't he?" I said softly and she nodded and smiled softly. "He claimed me when I was sixteen and he was eighteen. We both got married when when I turned twenty and then after few years we had you. Our first born." She said, her hand leaving mine to caress my cheek.

"You were always so sweet and nice, yet so naughty and a troublemaker. I remember the first time I held you. You were so small. So beautiful. You know, you peed on Simon when he first held you and were crying loudly. He got scared and didn't know what to do to calm you down." She giggled and I laughed softly with her. She grasped my hand in hers again.

"You were so little yet you always loved babies and Simon would always say you wanted a baby sister or brother even though you couldn't really speak proper english. And you would just nod your head along with him." She smiled and I giggled again.

"The point is, even though I claimed her, even though she didn't know about me until she was eighteen, we fell in love. If I'm being honest then I am still falling for her. Even though I claimed her, we are really happy together. We love each other and we have two amazing daughters and a beautiful family." Papá said and I smiled softly.

I had always admired the love they had for each other. Even after so many years, they looked madly in love and never lost a chance to show that to each other and everybody else. I wanted something like that. I wanted to be madly in love with someone just like they were in love with each other.

"What we are trying to tell you is that..." There was a silence for few seconds until he spoke up again and then sighed.

"...You got claimed too. You got claimed when you were sixteen."

Those eleven words managed to crumble my world the second they left my father's mouth. I felt as if the oxygen had been sucked out of me and I was slowly dying. Was this some kind of a sick joke? Where they messing around with me? Was this some kind of a prank?

"I got-I got what?" I said shocked before chuckling without no humour. "Is this some kind of a sick joke? Is it? Because it is not funny at all." I chuckled, pulling my hands away from Mamma. "Bambino please hear us out." She said desperately.

"No! This is a joke right. What do you mean I got claimed? I'm not an object for fuck sake! I'm a human being! Nobody can just claim me just like that." I said loudly and got up from my seat.

"Elle they are lying, right?" I said, turning to Elle and she gave me a sad smile. "M-mamma?" My voice cracked as I turned to her. Tears filled in my eyes and she slowly got up and embraced me in her arms.

"I am sorry, Bambino." She said sadly and I pulled away from her embrace. "He loves you. He really does. God, he's madly in love with you. He has always protected you and he always will. He will always love you. All he wants in return is your love. He needs you to love him the way he loves you. He's a really an amazing young man. He's really good." She said and a tear rolled down my eye. How can someone love me without even knowing me? How can I just submit myself to someone I don't know? Hell, I don't even know his name!

"W-who is he?" I shuttered.

"Justin Bieber." Papá said and I gasped.

Justin Bieber, the Mafia King, the Mafia Alpha, the most dangerous man claimed me? He is known as the most ruthless man, who never cares about anybody but himself. The man, who won't even think twice before taking your life away, has claimed me.

I clenched my jaw and looked at Papá with tears running down my cheeks. "He is the guy from that night, isn't he?" I couldn't help but ask. Now everything made sense. The guy who brought us home from the club that night must be Justin. He even smacked my ass. Why would my father's worker touch me in that way and sense if he is well aware of the consequences? Sarah even said he was angry at Papá and was yelling at him. Why would my father's worker yell at him? He won't even be able to utter a small word if he worked for Papá. And now those bouquet of daffodils and that message. 'J' has to be Justin. Everything made sense to me now. Everything was crystal clear now.

"That's Justin right? The one who said, "it's time to get what's mine". The one who sent me those flowers this morning?" I said and he slowly nodded.

I took a step back and inhaled sharply. "I need some time alone." I stated and turned around. "At least have your breakfast." Mamma said and I squeezed my eyes shut. "I have lost my appetite." I said before running upstairs into my bedroom and locking the door behind me.

I immediately slide down against the door and hide my face against my knees. I burst into tears and squeezed my eyes shut. I started sobbing loudly while my body shook. I just wanted the earth to burst open and swallow me inside.

Why me? Why would he claim me? How could my parents agree to this? I was nineteen for God's sake! I wasn't ready for marriage. That, too, with someone I barely knew. I wasn't ready to start a family but I couldn't do anything about it.

He claimed me and I couldn't do anything about it.

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Charlotte knows 👀

And she is definitely not very pleased with the news she has just recieved.

We also got to know Justin's side of story.

What do you think will happen next?

Anyways, hope you guys liked this chapter 🤍