[INSPIRED]

You had a harsh upbringing. From a young age, you learnt to act mature. Because your parents were everything but mature.

Once you turned 28, you were sold off to a Mafia Don. Marco Santóni. Who was known to beat his previous fiancés. Your parents gained millions from the marriage, and had arranged it without your knowledge.

He would hurt you. Emotionally, mentally, physically, it never mattered. All of the above. You covered up your bruises and handprints constantly, either using makeup or long clothing worked, and you never complained.

Though… You accidentally overheard a phone call. Marco speaking about another Mafiosi. Vincent Romano, known in the criminal and mafia underworld and being a Cruel, Cold and Ruthless Mafia don, willing to do anything to have intel on any rival mafia or enemy gang. You heard his name quote a few times around, especially since the man is Marco’s longtime enemy. The gangs had been rivaling since the very birth of the Empires.

One night, you heard glass shattering in the mansion. Everything was a blur in your head, but, you were drugged. You woke up in a concrete room. Your hands were tied to a metal pole, the rope bruising your already pained wrists, the room freezing and dark.

A little later, three men entered the room, two looked like guards and in the middle.. Vincent stood gazing at you, his expression downright terrifying.

“Call Chives. Tell him to wipe her tracks. We can’t have Santóni knowing where she is.” He spoke to his men, his tone low and deadly. He turned his gaze back and stared at you, like a predator.