POV:Laurel

Going through the bodyguards at the entrance and producing our ids,damon pushes through a double set of doors and some kind of metal music flows from behind the doors.the bazz vibrating through out my body,camelle and I take slow steps walking behind him,my short denim skirt clings to my curves,and my plunging tank tops shows off my cleavage,the shots we downed at home before rushing out makes me feel less conscious,the alcohol making me feel sexy as I stumble a little in my really tall silhouette.the heels adding to my height making me seem more taller than my normal height.

The ambiance of the club screams wealth and class.

Camelle and I stick together Dancing while Damon goes off to get us drinks or seats,I didn't hear what he said over the loud music.camelle and I separate briefly when she started dancing with a man…..feeling a little hot I spin around to look around for Damon or Camille.suddenly I feel a heavy presence crowds my back.

"The boss needs to see you" he leans down to yell in my ear,making my heart jump…I whip my head around to see a tall imposing man staring down at me,his eyes covered behind a dark shade.

"Who are you and why does your boss wants to see me" I shout above the music so he can hear me…spinning again I try to find my friend and boyfriend

"Come upstairs with me,your friends are there"he leans to yell noting how I am trying to find them in the crowd.

Huffing I turn to follow him wondering why my boyfriend will be there.

He leads me towards the back of the club.

Upstairs is VIP members only with a balcony that overlooks the entire club.

The atmosphere here is darker and chiller,it's where the wealthy important people drink, watching all the other people bellow….

Two men sit around a leather booth.with 2 bodyguards standing behind them,in the center of the booth is a marble table occupied by several glasses of ember liquid I assume are alcohol and several gambling games,ashtrays and expensive cognac.

One man appears more intimidating and imposing.

I stand at the entrance and stare until he raises his head from his game and stare straight at me…..dark brown eyes and a very light blue eyes clash with mine.making me gasp…..his mismatch eyes travels all over my body slowly,his Gaze moving over my bare legs , then moving quickly to my hips then to the curve of my waist then further up following the deep V of my tank top where my breast push together,over my coller and my neck before settling back on my face.

I have never met a man so beautiful in my entire life.he has a face of a greek god, olive toned skin,dark stubble lines his sharp jaw that could cut steel..high cheekbones that every male model would kill to have,full red kissable lips..and his eyes.the deepest brown I have ever seen and a very light blue,almost white on one eyes. And a body sculpted wonderfully well..i have never seen anything like that…..i have only seen him in tabloids and gossips blogs.with different leggy supermodels draping off his arms…ENZO RICCARDO….the Riccardo's are the most influential family in the country..very intimidating and and highly influential…

Many rumor has it that they are the head of the Italian mafia but nobody can really say that out loud unless you want to be wiped from the face of the earth without anyone knowing you ever existed.

"You are tense" his dark deep baritone sounds very far away in my head because my eyes are roaming over his features..I have never checked out my boyfriend this way.i feel a little guilty. coming out of my trance, I finally registered that he said something to me.

"Uhh…"I stutter,feeling shy and looking down at my shoes.he lets out a breathy chuckle, surprised I swing my head back to his eyes I notice his attention is at the other side of the room.i follow his eyes and notice for the first time since entering the room. my boyfriend and best friend huddling at the corner…what the hell are they doing,he has his hand cradling camille's hair and her face is on his chest.confusion mars my face and I whip my head back to the man to ask what he means,I open my mouth to ask but no word comes out.

"She will do right?" Damon askes

"Yes"

He replies.his eyes trailing over every detail of me ,from the curve of my body to every single detail of my face.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"I screwed up laurel, I'm so sorry"Damon shakes his head,avoiding eye contact.

Trying to register the words…I stumbled towards them…he didn't just say that did he?..

I swing my head back to the man who is now watching us,assessing me as if he owns me.

"What did you do Damon?" I ask in a shaky voice as the man stands up and two men move closer towards me.

"Am so sorry laurel.i sold you".

"What do you mean you sold me" I yell at them

What does that even mean.you can't just sell someone,not someone you claim to love.how is this even possible.and why is camelle not saying anything.

I turn to glare at my boyfriend and best friend.. camelle hasn't said a word or even looked at me

"Say something camelle,what is going on" I yell at her, balling my fist

"Am sorry" Damon says again and they turn to leave without another word or explanation.i go go follow them but an overpowering man appears from nowhere blocking my exit.growling at him I try to push him with everything,but he just stands there and stare at my hand without even flinching a muscle.

"You are mine now"

That dark voice says again.

"I am not yours..I don't even know you" I yell back at him.

"You will learn how to speak to me, Bellissima"He chuckles.

Before I can say anything else he looks at his men and two strong hands grab my hands and before I can scream,a hand goes over my face and everything goes black.