Kidnapped for Dinner

Bella stretched her aching muscles after a long day of serving customers who came and went without stopping at the cafe where she works. The cafe was quite busy that day because it was the weekend. Her intention was to visit Darrel in the hospital afterwards and get some information from her friend about the attack he had experienced. 

After saying goodbye to her colleagues and manager, Bella left the cafe with a cheerful face. However, just a few meters away, a familiar black sedan stopped right next to her. She could already guess who the driver of the sedan was. Bella immediately put on an unfriendly expression when she saw Pablo approaching her.

"What do you want now?" she asked sarcastically.

"Mr. Vilante invites you for dinner. Please come with me," he said.

"Dinner? Go with you? Are you trying to trick me? You must have planned to kidnap me and sell me on the black market, right?" Bella ranted.

"Can you stop being so annoying and make my job easier?" Pablo opened the back door of the car and asked Bella to get in quickly.

"Hey, Mr. I-Forget-Your-Name, do you think I'm a stupid girl? Do you think I will just go along with your request? How can I guarantee my own safety?" Bella continued to argue.

Pablo lost his patience. He actually intended to talk politely to the girl and invite her in a respectful manner. However, as usual, Bella's bitter mouth was so talkative and accused him of wanting to do harm. He was easily angered by anything that annoyed him, and she was one of them. An annoying girl who was targeted by his boss.

Without hesitation, he grabbed Bella's arm, squeezed it, and forcibly put her in the car. Bella screamed for help, but unfortunately, no one saw the incident because the street was so empty at that time.

"Shut up, Miss Annoying! Do you still want to live, don't you?" Pablo, who was now behind the wheel, pointed his gun at Bella's head. The girl instantly went silent and raised her hands. Her heart was beating fast. This bastard seemed really determined to blow her head off if she kept screaming and resisting.

Yes, what kind of dream did Bella have last night that she had to experience a kidnapping like this? It was clear to her that these people were members of a gang. Marco Vilante, as Darrel suspected, was a dangerous mafia leader. Bella never thought she would have to deal with these dangerous people. It was all because of that damn accident that led to her being kidnapped like this.

The journey to who knows where took twenty minutes until they finally arrived at a very luxurious mansion. Bella didn't even know that such a luxurious mansion existed in the outskirts of Brooklyn. Who was the owner? Could it be Marco Vilante? If that's true, it meant that he was a billionaire.

"Take care of this girl. Make her as beautiful as possible," Pablo instructed two women dressed as maids, complete with white aprons and lace headbands, to bring Bella into a room. The room, of course, was guarded by two armed guards. Bella shuddered when her gaze met one of the guards who stared at her sharply. It was as if he was warning her that if she dared to escape, he wouldn't hesitate to finish her off.

"What is your name, Miss?" one of the servants asked when she asked Bella to take off her clothes and handed her a towel to cover her naked body.

"Bella. And I don't know why I was kidnapped and brought here. That damn man said I was invited to dinner with Marco Vilante. Because I refused, he forced me to come here," Bella vented her frustration. Since only two servants were in the room who Bella was sure weren't armed, she let out her anger.

"Mr. Vilante did invite you. And we are here to dress you up," the servant said.

"Well, is that how you invite someone to come? Crazy! God ... what century am I living in?" Bella raised her face and shook her head. "Besides," she continued, "why do I have to be dressed up? Do I look ugly?"

"That's Mr. Vilante's order. We're just doing our job." Bella squinted at the servant who was now smearing her body with some kind of cream.

"How long have you been working here?" Bella asked.

"We were born here and continued our parents' work. Our parents used to work for Mr. Vilante. He brought our family from Italy. Now we work for Young Master Vilante."

"Marco?" Bella guessed.

"Exactly, Miss__"

"Millers. Bella Millers."

"Alright, Miss Millers, we will massage you to make you feel more relaxed." Bella took a deep breath. She just agreed when offered a massage. It just so happened that her body muscles were tense. It was a free massage, even though she had to go through an incident that made her afraid. Just imagine, that crazy man pointed a gun at her head.

After being massaged and her body felt light and refreshed, Bella was asked to sit in front of a dressing table and be made up with simple yet elegant makeup. Her slim figure was wrapped in a minimalist cream-colored dress. Her long hair was left loose but neatly arranged.

"You're ready, Miss Millers." The servant gave the finishing touches to Bella's thin lips. After that, Bella was escorted by two bodyguards who had been guarding the room to a place that had to pass through the backyard. There was a small building there similar to a pavilion. The walls were made of glass, so Bella could see a man in a black shirt sitting inside. The man who gave her three hundred dollars to fix her bike. Yes, it was Marco Vilante.

"Please come in," one of the bodyguards said, opening the glass door for Bella. The girl took a deep breath. She hesitated to step inside, but the bodyguard gently pushed her back, so now she stood in front of the door.

Marco, who was twirling his wine glass, smiled sideways at the sight of the sweet figure in a cream-colored dress. "Isabella Millers, please have a seat," he said with a deep and calm voice.

Bella pulled the chair across from Marco and sat down. She wanted to greet him, but her tongue remained tied. The room was so quiet. Only faint classical music by Vivaldi could be heard. Bella prepared herself or rather her courage, in case Marco Vilante did something she didn't want. Indeed, Bella had to admit. The aura Marco radiated made his conversation partner seem speechless and not knowing what to do. Although earlier Bella wanted to protest against the kidnapping act committed by Marco's lackey towards her.

"My name is Marco," he said, placing his wine glass on the table.

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