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Violetta

My heart beats hard as paranoia begins to fuel my adrenaline. The first thing I do is grab the burner phone from my side dresser. Then I grab a pair of my skinny jeans with a red rose colored t-shirt before I grab a cotton black bra and pantie set. I dash to the bathroom and make sure I lock the door. My hands fumble with the phone. It’s a black flip phone that brings me back to being a teenager for a moment before the panic of my reality takes back over. I flip the phone open and text Anthony. 

911! Nico just showed up in my apartment while I was sleeping. He’s forcing me to leave with him. What should I do? I hit send and set the phone on the counter and begin changing my clothes while I wait for Anthony to text me. Why am I texting Anthony? I have no fucking clue, but I feel like a stray dog who just got caught by animal control. As I finish dressing, the phone lightly vibrates. I snatch the phone up desperate for a way out. 

Of course he fucking did He’s impulsive when it comes to you it would seem. Try to keep this phone out of his hands so we can stay in touch. I’ll do my best to help you if I can. 

Well, fucking great! That’s not helpful. 

Uh, that does not help me! I will do my best to keep this phone, but I make no promises. Oh, and this doesn't mean I trust you, I’m desperate. That’s all this is. Desperation to escape a ate we both know I can’t out run.. I hit send before turning the phone off and tuck it in my front pocket. 

I quickly brush my teeth before running a brush and some detangler through my wild hair. After that, I head back to my room and grab my on call backpack that I have ready. I toss all my scrubs and whatever else is in there out and replace everything with regular clothes and daily things I need. I do end up placing a pair of scrubs and my stethoscope in the bag. I can’t help it and I need it as a reminder that just because Nice is taking me back to his family home doesn't mean my fight is over. 

Reluctantly, I pull out the burner phone and toss it in a secret compartment in the backpack before I swing the backpack over my shoulders. I walk out of my room and down the small hallway before I find Nico sitting on my couch. Shit, he’s handsome. His medium olive tone skin perfectly comment his warm chocolate hair that is a bit on the shaggy side. Nico makes it work because his hair is just the right light wave to make his shaggy hair sexy. His hazel eyes narrow in on me. His light facial hair indicates he hasn’t shaved in a bit, or maybe that’s how he keeps his facial hair now. 

“Ready Little Dove?” He questions as he rises from his seat. 

“It’s not like I have a choice. So, sure, but I better get coffee and a damn chocolate croissant.” I grumble back as I moved toward the door.

 I hear Nico chuckle behind me before he strides past me, using his damn taller length against me. I’m a short Italian woman who barely reach five two. I’m used to most people being taller than me, but both Nico and Anthony are closer to 6 foot so they tower over little me. Begrudgingly I follow Nico downstairs into the black SUV. Nico opens the door for me before he takes my backpack. I slide in to the back set and make sure I move in so Nico can sit back here with me. Sure enough he climbs in and places my back pack on the floor between us. Nico shuts the door. 

“Where to Mr. DeLuca?” The driver asks. looking in the rearview mirror at Nico. 

“How about Belisimos? I know you just woke up, Little Dove, but I want real food. I promise tomorrow you will have your mocha and chocolate croissant.” Nico answers looking at me. 

“You got it, Sir.” The driver replies with a nod before he rolls the black divider up. 

“You look like you need a break. I’ve never seen such dark circles under those blazing honey brown eyes.” Nico comments. 

“Cut the small talk bullshit, Nico. I don’t want to go to some early dinner at our favorite spot. Let’s not pretend I have a say in a damn thing that happens next. So, whatever romantic bullshit you are trying to pull, I’m not in the mood. You better plan on getting that food to go.” I state folding my arms under my breast as I look out the tinted windows. 

“Violetta Amelia Calla, I’m not in the mood for your defiance right now. We can get the food to go, I don’t fucking care. I’m trying to be nice, but you are making it difficult.” Nico states clenching his fists in his lap. That’s my que to back off. Nico has never hit me. No matter how pissed I’ve made him, he’s never hit me. Even with all his anger issues, not once has he gone to strike me. 

“You're on edge and tense. What, Madam Connie doesn’t have good whores anymore?” I question looking at Nico. 

Madam Connie owns the legal burlesque club where the mafia runs their illegal brothel in the basement of the burlesque club. It’s like a speakeasy, you need the password to enter Candy Land. Madam Connie helps manage the girls who work in the brothel as well as her club. Nico and many of the men who work for the DeLuca family get serviced at both establishments. It’s also sometimes a place business is conducted depending on who they are entertaining. I know more about the mafia world than I will ever care to admit. 

Nico snorts. “You think I would stick my dick in one of those whores? I have standards. Besides, now that you are home I’m sure you will be very good at keeping me entertained in our bed.” 

I feel my cheeks heat at his comment. “I don’t have experience like them so I doubt I’ll be able to keep you entertained.” I snip back trying to deny the fact that being close to Nico is dangerous. I missed him. He’s a comfort to me when he shouldn’t be. 

“Oh, Little Dove, I can train you to be what I want when it comes to my pleasure. You have no idea what I have planned for you. I wouldn’t have that attitude when we visit Madam Connie. I need her to give you some direction sexually, and I can take it from there. Don’t worry, I won’t fuck you until our wedding night.” Nico informs. My core heats at his words. Fuck, I hate that he does this to me. I want away from him, but is running to Anthony wise? What if I don’t want to run to Anthony, but instead join Nico and I? Here I am wanting my own life away from the mafia yet I’m entertaining being owned by two men. What the hell is wrong with me? 

“You have everything planned out. Good for you. I guess just let me know what the plan is because I clearly get a say in nothing.” I spit at him before I go back to looking out the window. I hold the tears that threaten to spill in my frustration. 

Fear fills me. The fate I thought I could escape has come knocking on my door in the form of the man my heart still yearns for yet now my heart is tempted by a new man. That might offer me exactly what I want. However, I don’t know Anthony, but I want to. He peaks my interest, but I have to be cautious with both Anthony and Nico. There is one thing I have to remember. This is all a game and I’m a pawn being moved between two kings who both want me to be their queen. I can’t trust either of them. I have to view everything as a potential trap because I’m now surrounded by enemies. There’s one thing I won’t forget and neither will Nico and Anthony; and that’s that our three families are supposed to hate one another. The question is how many lives will the hate claim? Well, that’s to be determined I suppose. The illusion of freedom has been shattered, and I’m sorely once again reminded of my very harsh reality. I’m back in a world where men rule and women do as they are told or pay the price. A world painted in blood and hate. A world that is nothing more than my gilded prison.

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