Corleon, Sicily

Modern Day

He swayed on his feet slightly, staring at the man before him in terror. A tall, leanly built man with messy bronze hair. The reappearing form of horror in his life, the youngest Don... Don Cullen.

"You have not paid your protection this year" his voice was flat, yet beautiful. This being did not have a single fault, other then his affiliations.

"Please, I'm broke. My business is barely getting my daughter and me by" Charlie pleaded, hoping that there was some sort of remorse within the man that lay before him.

Golden eyebrows rose slightly. "Daughter?"

Charlie's eyes widened, knowing he was caught. Don Cullen swaggered slightly around him, taking the small bakery fully in. It was run down, repairs were needed, but it was acceptable to eat in. Smells of different foods filled the room, assortments of the originators of the smells sitting behind glass.

The Don's hand rested on the knob to the only door out of the room other then the front. Ripping the door open, a screech came from the bedroom behind.

A smirk came upon his face. Moving swiftly now, he grabbed the brunette and held his gun to her head. She struggled, wrists locked together. Her eyes widened as the safety clicked. "Now who's this pretty lady?" It was a sneer, with a smirk adorning his face.

Perfect, beautiful.

"Please, don't hurt her!" Charlie's voice echoed through the small room as he hurried in.

"That's what the protection is for..." he murmured, still staring into her eyes. She stared back, horrified. Tears quickly formed in the corners of her eyes, glazing over her eyes as the water spread outwards.

"I don't have the money to pay you, please!" Charlie's voice became more and more feeble as he continued, sobs consuming him.

"You still have not told me this little lady's name" Don Cullen mumbled lightly, emerald orbs entrancing his hostage. The safety clicked again. "Isabella Swan" her voice came out in a hoarse whisper, seemingly rushed.

Her eyes remained locked with his as a cruel smile spread across his face. "Well... Bella? You are now the new hostage of La Cosa Nostra..."

La Cosa Nostra

Yakuza

The Mafia

The name may always be different, but their intent is the same. A hostage is always put to death in the end...