Gang Leader's Princess ✓

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C H A N E L

I woke up to an instant headache and a nauseous feeling in the core of my stomach.

I was in an unfamiliar room.

Everything about it was unfamiliar to me.

The light, the wall, the smell, the furniture.

I was about to sit up when noticed I was lying on a bed. My hands were tied and so were my feet. I was stuck there.

I panicked. I tried to get out of the restraints, but they were on tightly.

I felt my palms start to get sweating and my head start to spin.

Where was I?

I remembered what happened to me. I have been kidnapped again. This time I was strapped to a bed.

It looked like a motel room. The walls were squared and it was pretty small. I felt overwhelmed.

I wanted to scream, but there was something on my mouth, gagging everything I said.

I couldn't do anything.

I felt so useless.

I felt so powerless.

This time there was no one around to save me.

I was alone.

This was my worst fear. All in one.

I waited for someone to come in, but nobody came for what felt like hours.

I felt tears run down my cheeks. I was afraid. I wasn't sure what was going to happen to me. I didn't want to know what was going to happen to me.

Suddenly someone barged through the door. I flinched and squeezed my eyes shut at the unexpected noise.

"Ciao!" I knew that voice. It was so familiar. It was Vincenzo's, Giovanni's older brother. (Hello)

What was he doing here?

I mumbled against the gag, it came out coherent.

"Sorry, let me get that," he spoke in English. He took off the gag and threw it away.

"Will you help me?" I asked. There was hope in my expression. "I-I don't know where I am."

"Oh, sweet, innocent, little girl. I'm the one who kidnapped you," he said. He spoke, sweetly, but he had an evil smile on his face.

My teary eyes widened and I stared in shock. Who would have thought that the person who fought Giovanni because he got mad at him for kidnapping me, would be so ironic as to do the same thing.

"W-What?" I asked.

"I really didn't want to do this, Piccolo. I thought it would work out well, until you rejected me. You ruined everything," his voice was dangerously low. His eyes darkened. "Usually, I'm not one to say, 'if I can't have you, no one can,' but in this case." He paused. "If I can't have you, no one can."

I glared at him as his hand slid down my face. "You are so beautiful, it's a shame."

I flinched and tried to move away from him, but I couldn't go anywhere.

"You can't escape, so don't even try." He brought his finger to my chin and made me look at him.

I refused to look at him. I couldn't believe he would do something like this.

"Look, I understand you might be a little scared," he said. He looked like he was thinking for a second before saying, "and you should be."

My heart dropped and I tried to get out of here. He was a psychopath. I guess, it ran through the family.