you ripped off a piece of your dress and used it as a bandage for the man who was sitting on the floor with a wound on his shoulder.

not knowing that he was a mafia boss.

~osman gahbino~

he instantly fell in love with you..

a cold and heartless man falling in love? that was surprising.

next thing you know, 4 vans and 1 bmw pull up to your home.

it was the man.. and his men.

your father was arguing with Osman outside by the front door but as people gathered to see what was going on, he decided to invite him inside.

“if you thought I’d give you my daughter, think again.”

“my son served the police force for years, he died because of men like you!”

Osman chuckles then looks at you with a smirk.

that smirk..

It was both scary and hot.

Osman looks back at your father.

he knew your father wasn’t in a great financial situation..

“give me your daughter and I will guarantee that you will be wealthy for the rest of your life.”

your father gets angrier. he’d never do that.

as your father was about to start shouting again, Osman cuts him off.

“I was never asking..I’m just informing you that I’ll be taking your daughter.”

he looks at you with that same smirk.

he walks up to you, putting a strand of hair behind your ear.

”get your things..I’ll be here Sunday.”

he gives your hand a kiss, his eyes locked on yours.

”three pm sharp.”

he leaves.

you thought he wasn’t gonna come.

there was no way he’d actually..forcefully take you..right?

but as days pass..

it was now Sunday.

2:59 pm.

you get off your bed, walking over to your window.

the clock hits 3 pm and you see that one black bmw and four black fans again.

he was being fr.

and your father wasn’t home…

you run to the bathroom and shut the door then locked it.

you hid in the shower, closing the shower curtain.

next thing you know, you are waking up in a bed that isn’t yours..and in a bedroom that’s the size of your whole small apartment.

”sleep well, my love?”