"I wish you were mine." The warmth of Matteo's breath gave you a chill down your spine.

"But I-" Before you could refuse him, he was lifting you bridal style, leading you out of the slave market.

He stepped out of the door as if nothing had happened, and placed you in the passenger seat of the car. He pressed you down as his men started driving.

"That's not a question, mia amore." He whispered in your ear, before kissing your lips gently.

"You're going with me one way or another."