Chapter 2

Klarissa's POV

All I could hear was yelling and gunfire. "Get down!" I heard the tall stranger scream, and I quickly did as I was told. When my brain started to catch up to what was going on I started to panic. All I could think about was where the hell were Mateo and Alicia!+

"Hurry get up." he said to me, giving me his hand. I reached out and took it, and he pulled me to the standing position. As I looked around all I could see were dead bodies. My mouth gaped in shock, and I felt a hard tugging at my hand. When I didn't move from these persistent tugs, I felt myself being thrown over someones shoulder. At this point I was in complete shock, I had no idea what was going on around me.

What knocked me out of my daze was be put into the back seat of a car. There were five men in the car with me, and they were speaking fast Italian.

"Che cazzo è successo!" the tall stranger said as he quickly sped away from the gala. (What the fuck happened!)

"Non ne ho idea! Ha qualcosa a che fare con il francese e lo spagnolo!" one said. (I have no idea! It has something to do with French and Spanish!)

"Wait, Lorenzo who the fuck is this?" said one of the men. I soon felt all eyes on me. My cheeks started to heat at this new found attention.

"I'm not sure. I found her at the bar all alone during the shoot out." Lorenzo said. 

"Why didn't you just leave her? What were you thinking!" The man sitting next to Lorenzo said.

"I don't know.."Lorenzo stammered.

"Well, what's your name Bella." said one of men sitting next to me.  

"Umm-Klaris-sa." I managed to say.

"Your full name."Lorenzo barked.

"Klarissa Molina" I said with much more confidence this time.

"Well Klarissa, I'm Ciro. And these are my older brothers Ricco, Luca, and that douchebag Lorenzo." I could hear Lorenzo rolling his eyes at his brothers obnoxious comment. "Then the one sitting next to Lorenzo, that's Angelo." He finished off with a big grin on his face. I could just tell by the way he talked that he was the least serious out of all of them. All the others faces were made of stone, which made them extra intimidating.

After a couple brief moments in silence we pulled up into a large estate. This estate was at least three times larger than my fathers.

As the SUV came to a complete stop all the men started to jump out of the car. Lorenzo looked behind him and said "Portala in una delle stanze degli ospiti." (Take her to one of the guest rooms.) I saw Ciro nod his head as he took my hand. "Come on Klarissa, follow me." he said plainly. 

After Ciro was through dragging me through the large mansion, he opened a bedroom door for me. "I'll be down soon to see if you need anything." he said with a short smile. "Ok thanks Ciro." I said trying to smile. He gave me one last smile before he left the room locking the door behind him.  

What the hell am I going to do now?!  Pretty much from what I have gathered, I am stuck inside another mafia families house. And I'm pretty sure they are Italian.

I soon started to panic. How is my father going to find me? How is anyone going to find me? And what about my brother and sister, who diapered in the middle of the party! My mind was running wild and I became almost frantic. I looked around the room looking for something to distract myself with. 

As I started to walk deeper into the bedroom, I noticed a balcony. I walked over to the door and turned the door knob, and to my surprise it opened! I walked through the door and took a deep breath in. The air was cool against my lungs, and helped calm my racing mind. 

I looked off the balcony and into the sky. I found comfort in the stars and the slight breeze that flew through my hair. After awhile I grew cold and decided that it was time to head inside. 

Since it was obvious that I was going to be here for the night, I might as well get myself comfortable. Walking back into the bedroom and into the connected bathroom. The bathroom was just as fancy as the rest of the house. It had marble floors and counter tops, with a spacious shower.

Closing the bathroom door behind me, I started to undress myself.  Once I finished, I slipped into the shower allowing the hot water to soothe my muscles. This is the fist time since the whole ordeal, I finally felt relaxed.

 After a couple moments I reached over to the soap rack, and took the purple bottle of shampoo. I poured a generous amount in my hand before lathering it through my hair. Once I rinsed all the remaining soap out of my hair, I reached for the conditioner bottle repeating my previous movements. 

Once I finished up in the shower, I stepped out and wrapped a gigantic towel around myself. I walked over to the mirror and wiped away some of the condensation so I could see myself. 

I looked unrecognizable. I had dark circles under my eyes, and I'm sure my left over mascara wasn't doing me any favors. Sighing to myself I turned around and walked out of the bathroom.

When I got into the bedroom, Ciro was sitting there with a bottle of water in hand.

"Geez! Couldn't you have waited until I had put my clothes back on!" I yelled at him. Thank God I kept my towel on, because this would have been ten times more awkward if I hadn't.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." he said as his eyes lingered on my legs a little longer than I would have liked.

"Well are you going to leave so I can get dressed?" I said exasperatedly.

"Oh yeah, I just wanted to bring you water." he said with a small smile. 

"Thanks." I said as I reached out to grab the bottle.

"Oh and just so you know, there are clothes in that dresser." he said while pointing at the small dresser at my right. 

"Thanks for letting me know. Good night Ciro." I said.

"Yeah no problem, good night Klarissa." he said as he exited the room and locked it.

  As soon as I heard the door lock, I went over to the dresser and pulled out a white teeshirt and grey sweatpants. I held the clothes up against my body and gawked at how large they were. After dropping my towel, I pulled the shirt over my head and pulled the sweatpants up to my waist. I rolled the elastic band up three times, in an effort to make them stay up. 

I then walked over to the bed and pulled the covers up to cover my body. I sunk into the mattress, and for the first time all night I cried. I cried for my bother and sister since I had no idea where they were or even if they were alive. I cried for my mother and father since I knew they were probably sick with worry. Lastly I cried for myself. I had no idea where I was or what was going to happen to me . Was I ever going to see my family ever again? Am I even safe here? The more I thought the deeper my sobs got. I placed my hands over mouth in an effort to dampen the noise. 

Lorenzo POV.

 It was around 2:30 in the morning, and I had just finished my last phone call for the night. I was absolutely exhausted and was more then ready to go to bed. 

I spent a couple more minutes cleaning up a few things around my office, and once I finished  walked out and locked the door behind me. I began my long walk to my room and began to think about todays events.

 I still can't believe that I made that stupid decision of rescuing this woman at the party! But something about her just excited me. I was mesmerized by her beautiful brown eyes and her body. Let's just her dress fit perfectly in all the right areas.

Usually, I couldn't give a fuck about a woman nor their feelings. Mainly because they are only good for one thing, sex. I like to have a new woman in my bed each night to keep me entertained, but lately I haven't had any extra time. I work really hard, and when I have time I like to reward myself. Who doesn't? 

After walking up the second flight of stairs I heard muffled cries coming from the guest bedroom. I looked at the door awhile trying to decide if I should go inside. I couldn't believe I was actually having this argument with myself! At last I decided to go in.

I quickly unlocked the door with my key, and swung the door open. I saw her laying on her side, eyes bloodshot, and tears all down her face. When she saw me in the door frame, she immediately sat up on the bed and turned around so her back was to me. 

"Are you ok?" I asked softly. I internally cringed at how soft my voice sounded. Usually whenever I have a sobbing woman on my hands, I just kick her out. Simple. But something about Klarissa makes me want to be here for her. I'm not sure what I'm feeling right now, but I don't like it.

"I'm fine." she mumbled. She had stopped crying for the most part now, and all I could see was her small body trembling on the other side of the bed.

I closed the door behind me as I walked further into the room. I have no idea on how to comfort a woman. The only time when I was shown comfort was from my mother, and she has been gone for a while now.

I walked around the bed so I was standing in front of her. She looked so incredibly sexy. She was wearing my old white shirt and sweatpants, she had to roll them due to her being so small. It was cute.

When I turned my attention back to her face, she was starring at her hands in order to avoid eye contact. "Klarissa, look at me." I whispered. 

She obeyed me and we held eye contact for a couple seconds before I asked, "Whats wrong, did something happen?".

"What do you mean! Of course something happened! I am locked in your house with a bunch of scary men, with no way out!" she yelled through sobs. 

I just looked at her for a moment. How on earth am I supposed to respond to her. When I come to think about it though, kind of understand where she is coming from. She is locked in here with all of us down the hall. Is this how women think, do they over think everything? 

"Are you afraid of me?" I asked, as I reached down to pull her chin up towards me.

"No, well maybe. I don't know." she said as a tear rolled down her cheek.

My hand flew to her face to wipe her tear off her face, almost out of instinct. Her eyes watched me closely as my hand touched her.

After a short couple of seconds I removed my hand from her face and turned to walk out of the room. I knew I had to go before something happened that I might regret. When I got to the door, I stoped and looked behind me. She was still sitting in the same spot, looking down at her hands which were in her lap. "Goodnight Klarissa." I told her. 

"Good night Mr. Russo." she said in a distant tone.

"Lorenzo." I said correcting her.

"Lorenzo-" she echoed back to me. 

When I walked out the room, I closed my door behind me, not locking it.

As I walked away from her door I felt, excited?

All I knew, is that I needed to say far away from this woman.