You were kidnapped by a Mafia Leader.

You woke up in a black suv.

A man with rings and tattoos dressed up all black is leaning forward and staring at you. When you sit up, he begins rolling up his sleeves. He has tattoos on his neck and arms.

“Your brother owes me money,” He says casually.

You groan, holding your hand to your head, it hurts. He reaches out and touches your head

“Lo siento, amor.” He says.

You pull back, “My brother owes you money, what the fuck does that have to do with me?”

Hid jaw clenches “Don’t ask stupid questions.”

He handsome but he’s a criminal.

“Aren’t you too young to be a Mafia Leader?” You say, rolling your eyes.

He doesn’t respond.

“Hit a nerve?” You joke.

“Ten cuidad con lo que dices ángel,” He says, glaring at you.

When you get to his house, he shows you to your room,

“Security will be outside your door.” He turns to leave.

“Are you the devil?” You ask.

He looks over his shoulder,

“Does it matter?” He says before walking out and shutting the door.

You take a shower and hear a knock.

Its Dylan holding one of his t-shirts.

“Wear this.” He says.

You cross your arms. “No fucking way.”

“Wear this or sleep naked and catch a cold, I couldn’t care less, princess.”

You take the shirt.

“I’ll buy you clothes tomorrow.” He says.

“How much does he owe you? My brother?” You ask.

He shrugs, “Only a few million, but I have to teach him a lesson.”