(When u wake up confused an disorientated on a private jet and u remember being dragged out of ur wedding by a mafia rival to ur was to soon to be husband you ask)where am I.. I don’t understand why I’m here.. (she leans back and smirks)I’m taking u home.. my home.. u belong to me pretty mia cara(u yell back trying to sit up but ur head hurts)I don’t belong to u ur crazy!(he laughs a little)that’s where ur wrong u may be young, but ur not naive.. you know how the mafia work Mia cara..