PRESENT DAY
Klara
(PoV)After over an hour of driving he makes me turn into what seems like the entrance of some winery and we start making our way through a narrow gravel road. A large house starts to come into view, wait no, did I say house? Sorry, what I meant to say was a large Ass mansion.
I park infront of it and turn to look at Adriano. "Get out" he says rudely, jumping off himself. Once outside he starts texting for a couple of minutes before noticing I'm still in the car. "I.....said....get....out" he says slowly accentuating each word as if I'm a child. Annoyed at his antics I flip my hair and face the opposite direction, crossing my arms.
"Hello? Are you deaf, I said Get Out!" He says, obviously irritated at me. "No" I reply not saying anything more. There is no way I would ever let a guy treat me that way! "You know I can make you come out, right?" He sighs rolling his eyes. "You know I don't care, 'right?' " I reply still not facing him
"God, Klara why do you have to be so difficult?" He sighs, shaking his head
"I'm being Difficult? " I snap at him. "Your the one who tried to kidnap me at the cafe this morning!" I go on, furious "oh, don't be so dramatic" he says rolling his eyes for like the hundredth time."Shut up and let me finish!" I say losing my temper and storming out of the car to push him.He stumbles back a few times, caught off guard, "fine, I'm listening " he says holding up his arms in surrender."And then you-you shoved your gun in my face and threatened to shoot me!" I continued
"Ya, but if we're being fair, me saving you from certain death kinda cancels that out" he interrupts, lifting his eyebrows in a 'duh' expression. "SHUT UP!" I scream approaching him again, but before I reach him, he holds his hands up and mocks me by pretending to zip his mouth shut, then gestures for me to continue."And, and!" I say continuing with my rant. "Then you put me in these stupid handcuffs, force me to drive to one of your stupid houses, and then yell at me to get out of that stupid car, basically treating me like shit the entire time! And then you have the audacity to tell me to stop being so dramatic. DRAMATIC!! So tell me 'Oh Wise One ' What do you have to say for yourself?! Huh??" I say breathing heavily, trying to catch my breath after my rant. I stare at him waiting for a response, but he just stares back at me as if dumb struck by my revelations.
"Well, if we're being technical, technically the Russians were the ones who put the handcuffs on you" he finally adds, smirking like the arrogant asshole he is.
"You're impossible" I sigh, shaking my head in disbelief as I walk past him, making sure to bump him on my way to the house. How did my life turn out like this I wonder, thinking back to the night it all started.3 YEARS AGO
Klara
(PoV)NIGHT OF MARDI GRAS
19:00PM[Song: CHARLESTON - Jazz NEW ORLEANS]After One month of meticulously planning exactly how I was going to sneak out (with the help of Annie of course) I was finally ready to go to Mardi Gras!
Being at the festival felt almost surreal. When I entered bourbon Street, I was instantly greeted by the electric atmosphere that seemed to have taken over the French Quarter. Melodious music filled my ears as the jazzy street musicians competed against the parades marching bands for the crowds attention.
Overwhelmed by the crowd that now seemed to surround me. I searched for my friends amongst all the different masks and costumes.Eventually I spotted Igor, the son of my fathers friend Rocco (and my♡crush) across the street with his friends.
They were standing under one of the many balconies overlooking the French Quarter.The Streets themselves were teeming with people embracing the spirit of carnival and I breifly gazed across the other side of the road, trying to mentally map out a route through the maze of half-drunk party goers.
I struggled to make my way to the other side of the street. Carefully trying to avoid all of the parades floats and dancers. All of sudden the loud horn of a car jolted me back, causing me to knock into a float and fall down.Sore and embarrassed, I angrily look up to see the cause of my misery. And the most gorgeous blue-green eyes locked with mine, entrancing me.
"What the hell are you doing in the middle of the road?!!" Mr gorgeous eyes roars, breaking my trance and causing me to flinch. What a jerk I think to myself as I finally get across. He's the one in the wrong, everyone knows cars aren't allowed to drive on the main street during Mardi Gras!
PRESENT DAY
Klara
(PoV)[Song: Bad Things - Machine Gun Kelly, Camila Cabello]
As we enter the huge mansion, I push Adriano against a wall. "I want these damn hand cuffs off" I demand, glaring at him. "I don't know, I think I like you all tied up" he replies looking up, pretending to consider my request. " I'm serious" I add. "So am I" he says huskily, flipping me around so that now I'm the one pushed against the wall.
Feeling way too vulnerable in our new position, I try to push him away. "Get off me" "Now!" I say trying to keep my voice neutral and hide how uncomfortable I feel."Or what?" He asks pinning my wrists above my head.
"Really" I roll my eyes "What?" He asks chuckling at my response. "Do you really want to go through all of this again? You trying to kiss me, me making you stop...."I sigh out, not bothering to finish the rest."How do you know you'll want me to stop?""Because you're a jerk" I reply "Ouch!" He says dramatically, clutching his chest. Before turning his attention back to me."Can you honestly tell me you don't feel the burning chemistry we have?" He continues placing his forehead against mine. "hmm?""Are you saying you don't feel anything when I do this." He says, as he moves his head lower, his lips becoming dangerously close to mine."Nope" I say. "Not a thing" I assure him further, closing my eyes so he can't look into them."Liar" he whispers back accusingly, making me want to change the subject."My wrists" I say in a desperate attempt to avoid my feelings."What about them?" He asks, acting confused. "They hurt" I wine.
"Aww, my poor baby!" He says pouting. "You want me to kiss them better?" He questions, wriggling his eyebrows at me. "No, I want you to take the hand cuffs off" I say irritated."So? what will you do for me if I do?" He asks dangerously, repeating the same question as earlier. "Not kill you" I answer making his eyes widen in surprise with my unexpected reply.Then he just bursts out laughing and takes a couple of steps back releasing me. Tired of playing his stupid game, I head towards the door. Deciding that I will be better off getting rid of these damn things off myself. After all he obviously has no intention of helping me.
As I open the door to leave, it suddenly shuts again.
A large hand slams against it just above my head making me flinch. Soon a second hand wraps around my waist. And a large body smooshes mine against the door making it hard for me to breathe."What happened to ' 'I'll do anything thing for you Adriano' ' huh? " He asks quoting me in a sing song voice. His breath tickling the skin of my neck as it fans my hair, giving me butterflies.
"Or maybe I need my gun to make you behave?" He threatens, infuriating me.Obviously he's angry because I tried to leave, but nobody talks to me like that!"Go F*CK yourself!" I scream at him, using my body to try and twist so that I can use my legs to knee him in the thigh. Unprepared for my attack he loses his balance and falls.Finally I have an opportunity to escape, but I'm too angry to take it.
No one gets away with talking to me like that!And well, you know..........I kinda still need that key form him....so."Give me the keys" I demand, forcefully trying to get them from the now enraged man, but ending up getting dragged to the floor. We struggle with each other for a few minutes, each one trying to get the upper hand.
At one point I even manage to get ahold of the keys and almost free myself, but Adriano being Adriano annoyingly takes back control. Pushing me face first into the floor, he painfully twists my arms behind my back. Stopping me from striking his face.
"Ouch!" "You're hurting me" I complain, making him instantly let go of me.
"I'm sorry" he says, looking genuinely apologetic.I freeze, staring at him shocked by his apology. "Are you ok??" He asks, shocking me even more by unlocking my hand cuffs.He gently helps me out of them while, I just sit there like an idiot blankly staring at him."Klara?" He says trying to get my attention back."Yes?" I ask absently.
"Are you hurt?" He asks caringly as he massages my wrists."What?......um...ya...I-I mean no" I mumble shaking my head. "Wait, what did you say??" I ask, looking up at him like a lost puppy, my dark eyes silently questioning his."Let me check if you have a concussion" he says worriedly, shoving one of his fingers in my face before telling me to follow it with my eyes.Screw him I think to myself, shaking myself out of my hypnotic state as I shove his hand away.
Screw him for trying to mess with my feelings.I'm supposed to hate him for God's sake! Why in the hell does he have to confuse me with his ' ' I'm sorries ' ' and by constantly pretending to care about me. Frustrated I get up off the floor wanting to be as far away from him as possible.He doesn't really care about me.
Does he? No, I can't be thinking about him like this. I have a bloody assignment to complete!I can't let him mess with my head, no, he already threatened everything by coming for me early.
Plus, Emilio will contact me in a few days. F*ck! I don't even have any intel to give him. I need to improvise and come up with a make shift plan. I have 2 days to find out everything about Adriano and his business, 2 days or I'm screwed. "Truce" Adriano says jerking me from my thoughts. "Truce" I agree, lying to his face. Smiling, I offer him my hand.Sorry Babe I think as I help him up from the floor, I made a deal with the devil and it's your soul that he wants..................[Song: Black widow - Iggy Azalea feat. Rita Ora]
3 YEARS AGOAdriano(PoV) NIGHT OF MARDI GRAS19:00PM"What's with this f*cking City and parades?" My younger half brother asks, making me laugh."What's wrong with parades?" I ask back."They block the whole bl**dy street! How the hell do they expect people to drive?" He complains, looking out his window. "You realise I'm the one driving, right?" I say, shaking my head."Don't remind me, you control freak" he retorts."If I had left you to drive you'd run over all the people." I pointed out"Damn right I would. Someone has to teach them to get out of the f*cking streets!"I laughed, knowing he was being completely serious. He's a heartless son of a b**ch, my half brother.Even as a child he lacked empathy, not being able to feel sh*t like a normal person. And whatever feelings he did have was beaten out of him by his father Stefano, my mother's second husband."Matteo answer the
*' In a minute !Someone's hate can be turned into love,And someone's love can be turned into hate,Always be aware of that ' - vaibhav *3 YEARS AGOKlara( PoV )NIGHT OF MARDI GRAS19:10PMOnce across the across the street I spent the next 10 minutes being ignored.Eventually I tried to make conversation."Hey Igor" I said awkwardly, looking at my shoes."Oh, hey Klara...I didn't even see you there" he replied, turning towards me."well, I just got here a couple of minutes ago....so-""Hey dude, check out that girl, f**k....did you see that ASS?!!" One of Igor's friends cuts in, completely ignoring my presense."Damn mann, I would totally F**k that!" Igor says, making my heart sink.. but for some reason my mouth keeps on talking, not wanting to shut up."So, did you see how awesome the parades were this year?" I say to no one in particular.I wait a coup
[The Beginning....]3 YEARS AGO Klara(PoV)NIGHT OF MARDI GRAS20:30PM"Get away from me!" "NO!" "I don't want to dance with you!" I keep saying to these really annoying drunk guys who won't leave. "Hey Foxy Mama, You smell kinda pretty. Wanna smell me? Hoo-hah!" Says one of the guys, pretending to be Johnny Bravo."No! Leave me alone" I say pushing him off"No need to be so mean, we just want to talk to you " says the guys friend, walking towards me.I start backing up, trying to get away from them when someone from behind me wraps an arm around my waist "where do you ththink yourrrr gooingg" the culprit slurrs into my ear causing me to cringe from his foul breath."Get off of me!" I say trying to wriggle my way out of his disgusting grasp."Don't worry baby the three of us are going to take care of you real good" says ' ' Johnny Bravo's ' ' friend as he continues to approa
PRESENT DAYKlara(PoV)"Klara just tell me what I want to know about the Bratva and this can all be over""F-F**k 'cough' Y-you" I splutter out inbetween my fits of coughing and choking."Ok, Klara bear" he says grinning evilly "if waterboarding isn't to your taste, perhaps a little electro therapy will get you talking" he continues winking at me."Adriano's going to kill you when he finds out about this" I quickly say before he connects the equipment."True, but Adriano is not here is he sweetheart?" He replies looking around "so, it looks like it's just you and me" I watch in horror as he touches two metal rods together creating a charge of electricity."Matteo p-pl-ease, don't do this" I say fake crying, "please Matteo I-I don't ...please" I sob exaggerating my vulnerability."Klara, Klara, Klara" Matteo says shakingly his head as he clicks his tongue. "This, this whole act of yours may work on my
PRESENT DAYMatteo(PoV)This b*tch f*cking stabbed me I think stumbling back while trying to pull the blade out of my shoulder. And how the f*ck did she get out of that chair? I wonder, lunging at her. She lands on her back hitting her head hard as she falls, obviously suprised by my quick recovery and attack.We viciously struggle with each other on the floor. Her quick reflexes and military grade attacks telling me that she's definitely been trained, probably by the same b*st*rd she works for. Sorry Adriano I think as I bash her head to the floor repeatedly causing a trickle of blood to roll down her forehead.Trying to stop the continuous damage to her head, she grabs the blade from me and proceeds to stab me in my stomach. Her eyes widen in shock when I don't react. "Sorry sweetheart, but your going to have to do better than that" I say, grabbing her by the throat and throwing her against the wall. I sigh, removing the blade from my
3 YEARS AGOAdriano( PoV )NIGHT OF MARDI GRAS10:00PM"I just got a text from the Romanians saying the shipment has arrived at the docks" I tell Guzman, my bodyguard and second in command after Matteo."The one we sent last week? Damn that Russian f*cker is fast!" Guzman replies, Looking at me through the review mirror."He better be for what we're paying him" I mutter, stroking Klara's hair as she stirs in her sleep. I decided to sit in the back seat to be close to her incase she wakes, which probably won't happen till tommorow. I know kidnapping her was impulsive, but I can't afford anyone calling the cops, especially with our shipment comming tonight.Besides I'll let her go first thing tommorow."So, what you gonna do with the girl?" Andres asks, annoying me."Whatever the f*ck I want, I don't see why it's any of your business!" I snap at him"It's just- she seemed scared and she wa
PRESENT DAY Adriano(PoV)What the f*ck I think to myself as I enter, my prisoner just as shocked, as I drag him in behind me. "Klara??" "Matteo?!!? What the hell happened here" I ask, looking around at the wreckage before me. All sense of normalcy disappeared as I take in the blood spattered glass and fragmented furniture that cluttered the floor. While a very calm Matteo and Klara stood in the middle of it all. "Zmeya" the Russian shouts starring directly at Klara. "What did you say" I ask crouching down to him."ZEMEYA!!" he screams in my face, lunging and viscously biting my shoulder."F*ck!" I curse, before kneeing the crazy b*st**d in the head. He blacks out instantly, leaving me to deal with the other two crazy fuckers in the room. "Now, I don't know what hell happened here but one of you better have a f*cking explanation because I've had one b*tch of a day " I say looking from Matteo to Klara. Who are now staring
3 YEARS AGO Klara (PoV) NIGHT OF MARDI GRAS 11:00PM "You're cold" he mumbles wrapping his jacket around me tighter. It's not the cold it's the fear I think bitterly shivering more when he wraps his arms around me.....'why cant we just get rid of her?' Andres words from earlier runs through my mind in a continuous loop both reminding me of the imminent danger I face and motivating me to get out of my current situation. "My brother will be here soon, then we'll drop you home" he says after a while breaking the silence between us. "I could just call my sister to pick me up" I reply not trusting him to take me home. "There's no reason to worry her when we can take you" he says frowning "She really wouldn't mind" I try again, this time taking out my phone. Just as I am about to dial her number, Adriano snatches the phone from my hands. I look up at him shocked and try reaching for my phone but, he j