Hello! If you're wondering who that lovely piece of face candy is, he's Angelo Dimitri, a character Alessa shall be meeting soon... Anyways, Enjoy this chapter! Btw sorry for any typos, not everything is perfect.

~Bella~

My limbs felt so heavy, unmovable , like led. My body wouldn't respond to my brains commands, not waking up, moving, nothing. It was like my mind was still in a state of shock, it wasn't part of my body anymore. It felt like I was drifting through an infinite darkness. No sense of time, no sounds, no movement, no thoughts.

My mind would sometimes flash back to the incident before I fell unconscious. The sound of tires skidding across the concrete, the echoing noises of metal smashing against metal. While distant gunshots sounded in the background along with the shouts of men in a language I couldn't quiet pick up on, yet sounded so familiar.

Then, sound suddenly returned to me as my brain launched me into consciousness.

I was alive. Sore, in a lot of pain, but alive.

An goddamn happy about it.

The sound that reached my ears was the soft murmur of a female, but she wasn't speaking English nor my language of Greek. My brain was still fogged, and wasn't working at the speed it should have been.

I slowly opened my eyes, only to be blinded by a white lights from the ceiling above, I clenched them shut, inwardly cursing for such sensitive eyes.

I tried again, taking my time, opening them a little more after three seconds, until my eyes were fully open.

My eyes were meet with a white ceiling with several lights embellished onto it.

Grimacing slightly, I turned my head, only to be stopped when a sharp pain shot down my skull, freezing me in place.

A warm face suddenly appeared above me, a woman about in her late 50's dressed in a white blouse and formal black jeans. Her face was still somewhat youthful but some wrinkles of age were covering her forehead , eyes and laugh lines surrounded her mouth along with some grey strands failing from her bun , framing her face.

"No, no, do not move darling, you are still healing." her thick accent spoke to me, before she gently propped my head up with a pillow so I got a better view of the room.

It was a basic plain room, the floor was carpeted cream while the walls were painted a light grey. A chair as satiated by the large dark oak door while another was seating by my bed along with a side table containing pills and medication of some sort.

Before my mind could come up with some sort of response, she swiftly turned away without another word, walking to the side table and fishing out one of the mystery pills before picking up a cup of water and walking back over to me.

Once she was back into front of me, she gestured for me to open my mouth, so she could put the pill inside.

I hesitated not knowing where I was, who she was nor what she was giving me.

Noticing my hesitation she gave an exasperated sigh, shaking her head slightly, "It is medication to help with pain you may feel from your injures, nothing more nothing less," she explained before probing the pill closer to my mouth.

Knowing I would have to swallow the pill one way or another, I opened my mouth slightly as she slipped the pill in before placing the cup of water to my lips.

I instantly gulped down the water, not realising how thirsty I was, the cool liquid quenched my unnoticed thirty as it moistened my parched throat.

Smiling, the woman placed down the cup before sitting down into the cushioned seat beside me.

I felt the pill slowly kick in as my muscles didn't feel so stiff and the slight pounding in my head began to slowly lessen.

"Darling, as you know, you were in an accident with some men." her voice rang out In the room, her accident still something I couldn't quiet put my finger on.

Clearing her throat she continued, "You sustained some injures, you're quiet lucky you didn't break anything only bruised and a gash to your head, which is almost healed now." she said turning to me, her piercing grey eyes meeting mine.

My brows furrowed in question as a gash should not healed over night, unless they had some voodoo shit lie from Stardust the movie.

The woman sighed again, "You have been unconscious for 4 days my dear, your mind went into shock and the gash it didn't help your situation." she said plainly as my brain processed her words.

4 days...

4 fucking days...

My brain went into overdrive. What about my career? Would Ali be panicking? I haven't contacted anyone. Is there a police search?

The woman voice interrupted my erratic thoughts as my breathing had quicken to an irregular pattern, "You're lucky it wasn't a deep cut. You've only sustained a few large bruises on your leg, stomach and arms."

Clearing her throat she swiftly stood up, "Right, the boss will want to speak t you soon, you probably want a shower and new clothes, correct?" she asked looking down on my immobile form. Too many thoughts crashed together inside my mind. What boss? Was the people who were chasing that car apart of a gang? Again, my thoughts were interrupted with the sound of the woman clearing her throat looking expectantly down on me.

All I gave was a curt nod before she pointed to the direction of another door to the left of me, "That's the bathroom, everything you need to wash will be in there, when you come out clothes will be on your bed." she spoke calmly compared to my overworking mind which was confused as well as scared.

Without another word she left the room in utter silence.

After a few moment of my mind processing everything, I slowly rose up from the bed, my muscles not used to moving from staying still for four days were stiff as a brick.

I shuffled towards the bathroom, any worrying thought vacant from my mind as the thought of a warm shower sounded luxurious.

Opening the large door my breath caught as I took in the elegant yet enormous bathroom.

The whole bathroom was tiled with cream tiles, from the floor to the walls.

A large mirror stood my left along with a large marble counter with a built in sink, decorated with expensive shampoo's, creams and other bathroom products.

Turning to my right I saw a clear glass sheet separating the shower from the rest of the room. While a towel rack was seated next to it on the wall holding several white towels ready for use.

Slowly strippig out of the silk gown that had been placed on me, goose bumps appeared on my skin as the silk material slide elegantly from my body, dropping to the floor as I gingerly stepped out of it.

I turned to the mirror bracing myself for whatever inflictions had been placed onto my body.

For some reason I expected worse. My body was still bruised, but not as badly as I had imagined to be.

A medium sized bruise , its green and blue colouring had faded slightly compared to how a new bruise would look like, it was rested on the side of my waist. I flinched when I pressed my hand against it testing how much it would hurt.

My eyes trailed downwards as I examined my thigh where five small bruises rested, much more faded than the one on my waist, barely noticeable.

Sighing I turned to the side where another two bruises rested on my arm. One on my wrist and another at the top of my arm. They looked more prominent, as well as felt more painful when I tried to move my arm.

I guessed that I had bruised the bone as well. Finally, I finished at my head where a small bandage was wrapped around it, the brownish colour of dried blood staining it. Gingerly I removed it before grimacing and throwing it hastily into the trash can underneath the counter.

Slowly turning, I walked into the shower. After a few moment of fumbling with the water temperature, trying it the perfectly rest between scolding hot and ice cold, I finally got it as a warm temperature as the water trickled down my body. Tilting my head back I washed any remaining blood from my hair, being carful not to scrape my cut.

I let the warmth of the water slowly seeped into my muscles unwinding the knots that might of formed or any stiffness from not exercising my muscles for the past couple of days.

Once satisfied that I was clean, I stepped out of the shower, turning the knob to turn it off. Instantly missing the warmth it had comforted me with.

Grabbing one of the large white towels I wrapped its soft material around my body, loving the feeling of the soft cotton resting against my skin as I swept my raven coloured hair to the side squeezing all the water I could out of my hair and into the sink.

Glancing up, I looked at my face, I looked more alive than before I had a shower, but some dark rings where shadowed underneath my eyes, even though I had slept for four days. After much staring I grabbed the hairdryer I spotted on the end of the counter I began to dry my wet hair.

After a few minutes of drying my hair, I brushed it out, watching it return back to its thick, sleek wavy locks.

Afterwards,I walked back into the room, almost instantly spotting the clothes carefully folded and placed on the bed.

Picking them up I head back into the bathroom.

Laying out the clothes I was instantly questioning how they knew my bra size but quickly pushed away the strange thought and just being grateful before slipping on the white underwear.

I looked at the clothes picked out for me. It was a V-neck thin whit jumper with a pair of high waited jeans.

After putting on the clothes and again finding it weird how it fit me so snuggly, I made my way out the bedroom before plopping onto the bed, slowly running my fingers through my hair huffing in exasperation as I did. My earlier thoughts coming back to the surface of my mind.

Suddenly, a clicked sounded from the door. Jolting me out of my contemplating thoughts. Turning to see the person at the door , my heart stopped as I felt every nerve inside my body turn alert.

The person in front of me was not the woman who had treated me earlier.

It was a man.

An incredibly hot man.

He had tousled dark brown hair, which was thick and lustrous, the colour of dark chocolate that looked as if they would melt if you touched them. His eyes were a mesmerising deep ocean blue, flecks of silvery light performed ballets throughout. His face was strong and defined, his features moulded from granite, a dark chiselled jawline with a light layer of stubble embellished onto it. He had dark eye brows, which sloped downwards into a serious expression. His full perfect pink lips ripe for the kissing.

He wore a tight fitted grey jumper accompanied with dark blue jeans that hugged his toned calf's. However, he got better the more I looked. Upon closer inspection, I could see the prominent muscles on his arms and torso. Which made him mouth watering.

I had never felt so attracted to a man in my life.

Then, my eyes froze on a solid black object on his side, tucked into his belt loop.

A gun.

Well, there goes the slight turn on I had going.

Clearing his throat, my eyes travelled back up to his tanned face. Focusing on his eyes, he began to speak.

"Name." his sharp deep voice vibrated through my body, his accent not a strong as the woman before, but it was still there.

I jumped at his sudden hostile tone, gulping I began to force my brain to make my mouth form words.

"Alessa, Alessa Georgio." I managed to squeak out. I swear I could have cringed wright there and then.

So smooth Alessa..

The man smirked, noticing my anxious behaviour but didn't act upon it nor move anywhere.

"Ok, Alessa, do you know where you are and why you are here?" he asked, patronisism leaking from his voice, agitating me . But remembering that he had a gun, I kept my mouth shut. For now.

Shaking my head, he continued to speak.

"You are in Italy, Alessa, the reason being, due to who you are, if I didn't recognise who you were you would have been and left on the road for dead, but now I have you, many opportunities open to me." he stated, looking at me.

My mind froze, my muscles locked in their position as I felt my eyes widen as it felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured over my head. Italy? Who I am? Opportunities? The Fuck?

I opened my mouth to speak, but did a quick tone check to make sure I didn't piss this guy off, "OK, but then who are you?" I bit out, my voice laced with a slight bit of venom.

The mans smirked dropped before he walked over to the chair before siting down into it.

"I am Angelo Dimitri, the boss of the Italian Mafia." he simply said folding his arms across his chest.

That's when everything clicked into place. The reason why he had the gun, why the woman said the boss wanted to see me, and mostly the reason why he acted like such an asshole...

I hated assholes.

Slapping his thighs he swiftly stood up, "Enough explaining, we've got someone to meet, they'll explain more to you as I think you should hear it from them." he said walking straight for the door.

M head was swarming with confusion. "Who?" I asked, not knowing if it was a good idea to ask.

Angelo briefly stopped at the door, looking over his shoulder, casting me a quick glance, he spoke two words that made my heart freeze.

"You're Parents." before he disappeared out the room.

I sat on the edge of the bed staring at the place Angelo had recently been.

My parents....

Dread filled me as my mind wandered into thoughts of how Angelo knew my parents. And why.

Slowly, I stood up and walked out of the door after hearing Angelo call me. My feet feeling heavier and heavier with each step I took as dread filled me.

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Whoa! Omg, what. The asshole, but a hot asshole. Sorry for the crap chapter, everything getting super dramatic in the next one! My updates may be late, since I have exams coming up and have to revise and stuff- Ughhh! Anyway see you laters!

~Bella~