Author's Note: Hello friends, here is another update! I know it's short, but I only had short chance to write this during my break, so here goes! I hope you enjoy nonetheless! :D xo

I stood rooted in my spot; my uncle walks quickly to me and wraps me in his arms.

"Can we go home?" I asked him, ignoring Danny completely.

"You will do no such thing," Danny interjects.

"Danny, relax, I think she's overwhelmed. You have to understand things from her perspective," uncle Berto tries to subdue the situation.

"Yes, but she can't run off like her father," he says, ignoring me completely. There's something definitely not right about him, I just can't figure it out.

"She won't," my uncle insists.

My usually snippy demeanour was replaced by the compliant I use to be, the one who didn't speak her mind and let things happen to her. I didn't know how to get out of this uncomfortable situation, but I needed to find one quick with each passing moments I feel like I'm letting my life slip through my fingers.

"I won't," I said quietly, trying to appease him. I know that, that's the only way to get out of this situation without alerting him that the only thing going through my mind is the image of me running.

"I demand your respect, do you understand?" Danny says to me. Right at that moment his mask fell and I saw the real person underneath, cold, calculating, and manipulative. Family isn't what's important to him, but wealth and his social standing.

I simply nod my head then turn to leave, but before I could get away completely I feel his presence behind me and before I could react he had his armed curled tightly around my bicep, yanking me backward. Out of instinct I curl my other fist and punch him square on the jaw, once I made contact I was in utter shock my body fell to the floor… I just punched him. I can't believe that I did that, how fucking stupid can I be? Danny and my uncle both look at me in shock, while Danny's face was laced with pure anger, my eyes go wide and I try to crawl backwards towards the door.

"You little brat," Danny seethes.

"I'm… I'm sorry," I whimper, when he grabs my leg to pull me back.

"Danny, let her go," my uncle yells.

"She will learn some respect," Danny replies as he starts slapping my thighs.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," I look at my uncle pleadingly, feeling every slap reverberate through my bones.

"STOP DANIEL, that is enough," my uncle interjects and pulls him off of me. "I will take her home, you need to keep calm."

"Teach her respect or she will be reprimanded accordingly, I know that she was practically left alone, but she will fucking do as I say," he spat, straightening his suit.

My uncle nods once and picks me up from the floor, without another look back we exit the room. How did this all escalate? Oh yeah, I punched him. Fuck. Now he's probably out for my head. I need to get out of this situation. All my money is in these pretty little black cards in my wallet and if any of my accounts were used, they could easily find me.

And even with my other off shore accounts, who's to say that my father wouldn't rat me out? My mind it reeling, marriage to a man I've never known. Well then again would knowing him before the wedding be any better than him being a stranger? I guess not. Seriously, my family is fucked.


My uncle is silent the entire way home; I think we've only spoken five words to each other the entire time. I dare not glance at the man who may or may not share the same feelings about my outburst.

"I'm sorry for that," I said to my uncle when we got back to the penthouse.

"It's okay, though I don't condone you punching him in his face, what he did was uncalled for. And I suppose springing on you that you have to get married to someone of his choosing was probably not the opportune time," he sighs, loosening his tie.

"You could say that," I gave him a sad smile, "Do you think he'll do anything to me?"

"What do you mean?"

"Will he have me killed?" I said nervously

He takes a moment, and then begins to laugh, "You're an important person in this family, they would never think of hurting you, especially while I'm around."

"Will I really have to get married?"

"Yes, to someone we see fit."

"Why? We're not the Tudors."

He laughs again, "It helps to keep our family line."

"So I'll have to marry my cousin," I arch a brow.

"No, of course not, plus you don't have any cousins, probably a distant relative."

My eyes widen in shock, "Don't worry, I was only joking."

For a moment I found relief, but a part of me was not convinced, "We're in the twenty-first century."

"I am aware."

"What if I don't want to?"

"You must, there is no another way," he breathes in heavily.

I need to get the fuck out of dodge and quick. I simply nod at him and walk into my room, I need to make a plan to get out of this situation. I can't trust my uncle; therefore I can't trust my family. My only family. I quickly jump into bed and start devising a plan to get away without alerting them. I know if I use any of those cards I will only inform them of my whereabouts, how far does this even go? Do I need a new identity? A new name? As I rub my eyes trying to get the strain out of them and try to find some sleep, but I still couldn't after trying for two more hours.

At around 4:30 am I get up and shower quickly, getting dressed and then quietly walking out of my room. Grabbing my things I decide on a small walk, maybe I can implement my plan today. I know that there are bonds under my name that I could cash that my father had put under my name.

I slowly walk in my chucks through the Great Room but was slowly blocked by a big wall that shouldn't be there, I look up to see one of my uncle's many security guards.


"Hi," I said dumbly.

"Sorry, Miss Luciano, you are not permitted to leave the house at this time," he says sternly.

"What?" I asked incredulous.

"You are not permitted."

"No, I got that," I said annoyed, "but why can't I?"

"Under your uncles' orders."

"Well that's too bad isn't it," I said angrily.

"You must return to your room," he said. Like a prisoner?

"That will never happen," I scoff as side step him. He grabs me by my arms and picks me up, I begin to thrash so he would let me go, but that asshole had me in a vice grip. "You fucking asshole, let me the fuck go."

"Sorry, miss, I'm under strict orders."

"I don't give a fuck who told you, I'm a grown woman."

"It's not safe for you outside."

"I think you mean the opposite," I spit out, as he sits me on my bed. "So I'm not allowed to leave my room?"

"No, Miss, just your home."

"This is not a home, this is a prison," I yell.

He nods at me and walks out. I tuck my feet close to my chest and close my eyes; I don't know what I'm going to do now. Who can I turn to?


The next few days my uncle had disappeared, but my "protectors" have still imprisoned me. Everything that I had wanted was sent up or fetched by the numerous men in my uncle's disposal. I spent a lot of time in my balcony, it was the only time I had on my own. I don't know what I can do; my door and the elevator are always guarded. How did I get here? Why did I have to be so nosy and wanted to know everything? Now that I know, I'm stuck here, being immersed in family matters, groomed to be someone's wife. A fucking wife.

My phone rang, checking the I.D. it was the blocked number I'd been dodging this entire time. I groan and walk into my room, phone in hand, once it stops ringing I get a ping. Voicemail. That's different.

Putting it my back pocket I go into the kitchen to get some lunch, the guard was standing like a statue in the great room while his eyes roamed the room. Sitting at the breakfast bar, I start eating my sandwich while flipping through my phone. The voicemail kept calling me to look at it, but every time I tried touching the button I would hesitate. I really want to know who the fuck this is. Biting the bullet, I finally checked it.

"Hello, beautiful, I know what's been happening, I want to help you," the velvet voiced filled my ear and my body warmed. "In an hour, a package will be delivered that you have to sign for, when it comes please don't panic. You will understand soon."


I replayed his message over and over again, when did he call? 1:05? So at 2:05 he'll be here? What does he plan on doing? I quickly busied myself, packing my necessities: laptop, chargers, and some clothes. I'm pretty sure I won't be coming back.

Immediately after I had finished I sat in the kitchen pretending to read as I waited for the elevator to ping. I would look up at kitchen clock to see that it had only been five minutes since the last time I had looked up, I began to pace in the kitchen trying to busy myself. I know I can't really trust Christian, but honestly I don't have any other choice. I can't be stuck here anymore. I can't let my life end up that way, so now as I wait patiently the only thought that was running through my mind is, that my family can't be trusted.

Finally, the elevator doors pinged and I could hear the conversation happening in the foyer. It was muffled, so I couldn't hear their words, but I was quickly alerted by a loud gunshot that rang through the entire house. I sat stiff in my chair as the other guard takes out his gun and runs into the direction of the sound, then another gunshot. After a few minutes no one came into the great room, the deliveryman must be dead, he probably didn't know about the two men guarding me. I get up from my seat tentatively and make my way through the great room through the foyer.

"Hello miss," the man in the UPS uniform greeted me.

"Uh, hi," I said sheepishly, there before me dead were the two men guarding me. Why was that so simple? Just one shot each.

"Sorry, about the mess," he winked at me.

"That's okay," I said quietly… that's okay? Really Ana, the man just shot two men in the foyer of your home and you say that's okay?

"Do you have things that you want to take with you?"

"Uh, yeah, they're in my room, let me get them," I reply.

"Please get it quickly, we need to get out of here," he says, I give him a nod and head to my room to grab my duffel bag.

When I finally get back to him, he takes it from me then leads me to the elevators where he presses P1.

"Are you okay?" he asks, as he escorts me into an awaiting car.

"Yes," I reply.

"You must be special," he muses.

"Sorry?" I say as we begin to drive away, I look around me and notice that everything is all black. The windows could barely be seen through it, at least no one will notice me.

"He went through a lot of trouble to get you out of there," he observes.

"Yeah, I guess, why do you think that is?"

"Who knows, but he's never been the type to pursue anyone, so that means that you're probably very special." I take his words in and sit quietly in the back seat, after a few minutes we reach a parking lot where he finally stops the car. "This is you," he smiles at me.

"What do you mean?"

"Mr. Gambino is waiting for you."


"In that car over there," he motions. When I got out a very large man who escorted me into a black Rolls-Royce greeted me.

"Hello, miss," he says in an Italian accent. I nod at him as he opens the door for me to get in, once situated he drives away quickly past the other car.

After a two-hour drive we arrived in Round Hill in Greenwich, Connecticut, there we drove to the middle of the little affluent neighbourhood. The large iron gates opened to a driveway that led to a large Victorian style house, it was beautiful. Every shrub, flower, and tree was perfectly groomed and the fountain in the middle of the driveway was a beautiful marble.

Despite this neighbourhood reminding me a lot of Wisteria lane, where everyone knew everyone's business, where affairs were a common thing… bored housewives, it was seemingly perfect. Plus it was much too quiet for my liking.

"Where is Christian?" I asked, getting a bit nervous. I didn't get any weird vibes from him, but really who can I trust in this business?

"He will be out soon, miss," he answered once he helped me out of the car.

"Ana," Christian exclaims, my head whips up and a large smile immediately filled my space, but I quickly wiped it away. Poker face Ana.

"Christian," I replied, he motions to the man who escorted me here to take my bag inside. He grabs my hand and pulls me into his side.

"How are you, beautiful?" he asks in my ear.

"I'm okay," I confess, "really good actually. I've been kept indoors for more than three days."

"I know," he gives me a small smile.

"How?" I asked.

"I'll tell you at dinner," he promises, "you're safe here."

"I know," I said quietly.

"How could you be so sure," he smirks.

I quirk my eyebrow at him, "Just have a feeling," I shrug.

"Here, let me lead you to your room to get freshened up and then meet me back here?"

"Okay," I replied. He walks me up the grand staircase and into a large room overlooking the backyard, with a large backyard with a lake and a dock. What a view, the other homes can be overlooked if this view was the only thing I saw. It was so serene, almost like a painting.

"See you soon beautiful."

I give him a small distracted smile, while I turn back to watch the dock. I open the window and breathe in the fresh air, despite the crazy thoughts running through my mind, I had this little piece of perfection.

I grabbed a change of clothes, then laid on my bed, my phone has been vibrating off the hook, my uncle. I finally turned it off and took my sim card out, you never know if he could track that. when I finally got up from the bed I went downstairs to find Christian sitting in the dining room reading the paper.

"Knock, knock," I said.

"Hello, Ana," he replies.

"Thank you," I say as I take a seat across from him.

"Only doing what feels right?"

"And what's that?"

"To help you."

"What makes you think that?" I ask, he laughs and rests his ankle on his thigh.

"Well you were held captive," he says nonchalantly.

"How did you know that exactly?"

"I have my sources," he smiles, joke on me.

"Okay, Christian, I need you to be honest with me, why do you want to help me?"

"I feel the need to."


"If I knew, I would tell you," he smiles, "you have to most beautiful eyes I've ever had the pleasure of looking into."

I roll my eyes him, "How did you know?"

"A little bird told me," he shrugs, I quirk my eyebrow at him, "alright, I may have someone in your family who I talk to openly."

"You have a mole?"

"No, not at all, just a family friend who may or may not work for your uncle."


He gives me a cocky smile.