“What are we doing here Stefano?”He had stomped into the room he kept me,blind folded me, tied my hands to the back and led me out. We’d gotten into a car and driven a very long distance that I started wondering if this was this, if that would be my end.Maybe my father had refused to pay the ransom, and they were taking me somewhere really far, to kill me and dump my body.But now we’re in a cabin. It’s small and surprisingly comfy, it’s surprisingly cleans and smells of fresh grass.“What are we doing here Stefano?” I asked again, I don’t get it, why did he have to change location. “What’s going on?”He shrugged. “I don’t owe you any explanation princess but I’ll tell you,”I notice he doesn’t call me by my name at all, he’s officially turned my name to princess, a stuck-up princess.“Your father’s men found the previous hideout and so did your boyfriend”My boyfriend? What boyfriend?“Mark” he added for clarityI blush instantly unconsciously, “he’s not my boyfriend” I respond.Bu

I’m seething in rage.Who does the don think he is, to kidnap my daughter for ransom. Bastards!I’m loosing it! It’s already out in the press, that my daughter has been missing for weeks now, journalists are stationed outside my house, all of there fishing a little piece of information.I don’t like it. Those fucking bastards - poking their nose in what does not concern them. Soon they’ll start asking more questions, especially if the know that Tiffany’s kidnappers have made a ransom and I’ve refused to pay.It’s meant to look like a normal kidnap, but if words get out that I still haven’t paid the money, they’ll start to dig deeper.It won’t take them long to realize that the people who have Tiffany are actually business associates - a business deal gone wrong.I can’t let that happen. I won’t let that happen.I need to do something, if they knew I was on to them, that I figured out their hideout, then it’s either I have an informant among my men, or something was just not right.Whe

I'm still reeling from what just happened. I can't believe I let it happen. Even more shocking, I can't deny that I enjoyed it.Stefano and I lie on the couch, our legs tangled together, but there's no tender embrace or sweet whispers. The silence between us is deafening. I'm desperate to know what's going through his mind. Is he plotting his next move? Or is he thinking about how to dispose of me once he's done with me?Stefano's gaze pierces through me, his eyes burning with an intensity that makes my heart race. I try to read his expression, but it's like trying to decipher a puzzle. He's silent, brooding, and it's unnerving.I attempt to break the silence, my voice barely above a whisper. "Stefano, what's going on in your head? What are you thinking?" He doesn't respond, his eyes never leaving mine.I feel like a trapped animal, unable to escape his gaze. Suddenly, he speaks, his voice low and husky. "I'm thinking about how much I want to keep you."I feel a shiver run down my spi