Hi sweet hearts.
Just a quick mental health check up <3
How are you all feeling? <3
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Weird. I woke up to the house being silent. Usually I wake up to the sound of Bella cooking or watching a film.
She's probably out doing shopping or something.
Which means i can go back to sleep for a bit.
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Bella's POV:
I wake up to a huge pounding in my head.
As I try to get up it seems as though i'm restricted to a chair.
What in the kinky kidnapper is this-
Bella what the fuck. You have woken up in an unknown place and ur talking about kinks i-
Shut up.
The more I move, the more friction burns I get from these ropes.
I hear a few voices in the background.
3 males. 1 Dominant.
Then they walk in. I don't even know them??
"I see you woke up, Bella." He says to me, his face blank but his voice full of disgust.
"What do you want from me?" I keep it simple. I cant show any fear.
"Just have to ask you a few questions."
"Who are your parents?"
"Where are you from?"
"Who is Arabella?"
"Why have you come here?" He bombards me with questions.
"Why the fuck am I here." I wont answer anything until I know why I must answer them.
He chuckles, "Welcome to the Italian Mafia, Bella Boo," he mimics the last bit.
I stare at him, my jaw literally on the ground.
"Talk bitch, Are you working for Elya and Alejandro." He states.
"No they're my parents and they're Arabella's auntie and uncle." I say on the verge of tears.
"And Arabella is my cousin. Her parents died so she lives with us. We are here for a girls trip and we are from London.." I spill everything to this unknown man.
He gets up and leaves the room leaving no time for questions.
Hey dude, i'm kind of dying over here.
Never mind, he's back with a lady. Shes a spitting image of Arabella.
That's when it hit me. Her mother.
"You look exactly like her." I blurt out accidentally. This statement fills her eyes with tears as she walks over to me.
"Get her out of these ropes now, and you. Do not shout at her ever again!" She shouts at the bodyguards and this guy who shouted at me which
I assume to be a bodyguard.
"We have a lot to talk about sweetie." She gives me a welcoming smile as she leads me outside to where the car is.
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"Take a seat honey," this lady tells me, "My name is Aria by the way."
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