"Stop your crying," Valentino hisses.

"I kidnapped you as my prize for a Mafia wife. When I drugged you did you expect to wake up clothed? Of course I took what I wanted... f*ck, you're impossible." he shakes his head with a huff.

"I'm a shitty f*cking person, so get used to that." His purple eyes narrow as he takes a long drag from his cigarette, tapping his glass of scotch impatiently as he watches you cry.

"You got a name, princess? Might as well get to know you..."