It had been exactly 5 days that I had woken up from my head injury induced coma, since the whole ordeal with the break-in, I had been basically been imprisoned in a what you could say, a luxurious prison house.

After being updated on the whole enemy Mafia group ordeal, I had been taken to Angelo's house to stay there for the 'benefit', of my protection. As, apparently, when shooting one of the men in the leg, I had only grazed the skin, allowing him to make a run for it when me, Angelo and Alonso left.

Lets make a list shall we? We shall...

Found of my father was a Mafia Boss? Check.

An evil corrupt ass group is after my father and possibly me? Check.

Stuck with two huge hulk Italians as my 'protectors'? Check.

I had everything a 20 year old woman could ever wish for.

Oh, did I mention the lack of any socialization? Yea, tick that off too.

Now, I was stuck, wondering aimlessly in a luxurious home with nothing but the paintings on the wall to keep me company.

I might as well die from boredom.

Angelo had literally disappeared from the face of the earth, with Alonso only dropping in on occasions to make sure I was 'safe', or in other words made a break for it. I had no phone, no any type of connection with social media.

I was literally going crazy.

At first when we arrived, I was in utter awe when Angelo showed me his house.

To say it was elegant was an understatement.

It was stunning.

Upon walking in, you would instantly be acquainted with a large spacious living room. Four cream plush sofas surround a glass coffee table while a few feet in front is a large plasma TV plastered onto the wall, probably with every single channel in existence on it, and soon I found out that it contains Netflix.

In the next room is probably the most exquisite kitchen I have probably seen. The countertops made from polished black marble with deep brown painted drawers and cabinets while a breakfast bar is seated in the centre big enough to accommodate at least 3 people.

Going up the wide oak staircase I was soon shown to my room, which was one of 4 other bedrooms around the rest of the house each one containing its own bathroom.

The fresh smell of linen instantly hit my nose when I entered the room. The four poster bed covered in white linen sheets with a light grey silk throw over folded across the end of the bed.

In the corner of the room was a small desk over looking the back of the house where a well-looked after garden was spread out.

After simply sitting in my room for a few hours and taking a relaxing bath in the huge bathtub that resided in the bathroom. My clothes where brought in by Alonso, who quickly left after muttering something about having a job to attend to with Angelo.

After unpacking and sorting my things into a fashionable order I just ideally sat in the living room flipping from chanel to chanel trying to find something that wasn't a type of reality TV show. Sorry, but I am definitely not a fan of the Kardashians.

Soon enough the sun had set in Italy and my stomach began protesting in violent grumbles for any food. So, I rummaged through Angelo's fridge before finding some noodles and greedily eating the whole lot , and by the time I had finished my stomach was sedated and exhaustion set in from the adventurous day that had occurred. Slowly walking into my room, I heavily plopped onto the plush soft mattress before sleep quickly over came me, pulling me into a dreamless sleep.

Since that day, I hadn't seen Angelo a lot, probably mostly when I woke up and headed down for breakfast, or if it was the dead of night and he stumbled through the door before heading straight into his office not even noticing me, just slamming the large oak door shut.

To be honest I don't know whether I'm pissed or hurt, I didn't like being ignored, especially by a Mafia idiot.

I was going crazy, I needed social contact. And I needed it soon.

It didn't help the fact Alonso wouldn't pop in as much, only often enough to drop in some paperwork or information, before simply waving to me and disappearing out the door leaving me in complete desolation once again.

Now, I was sprawled out on the large sofa in a loose pair of jeans and a thin comfortable jumper with my hair in a messy bun, lazily, watching for probably the 5th time, the whole series of Orange is the New Black. All the while stuffing my mouth with ice cream I had found in Angelo's freezer after getting peckish, as well as being too lazy to cook a proper meal.

Just as I started season 2, the large oak door swung open causing me to jump and turn my head swiftly to only see Angelo and Alonso walk through the door engrossed in a conversation I couldn't be bothered to figure out.

Alonso dressed in a causal navy shirt with black jeans contrasting nicely with his swept back, tousled hair, giving him a player look.

Yep, watch out ladies, Alonso is coming after you.

Sighing , I turned back to my episode to continue watching before an amused voice broke through the voices of the two actresses on screen.

"Having fun there ,principessa?" Alonso asked, slight sarcasm hinted in his voice. Rolling my eyes I paused the TV again before turning sharply around to the two, "Yep, nothing better than being trapped inside a house alone for five days, best days of my life." I said, my voice oozing sarcasm before I abruptly stood after realising I had finished a whole tub of the delicious vanilla ice cream I had found, ignoring the smug Alonso staring at me.

"Did you eat that whole tub?" he asked, staring at the empty tub and spoon in my hand, he looked as if his very soul had been crushed, his smirk suddenly wiped from his face.

Raising an eyebrow , I turned to him, "Yes, I got hungry, but being stuck indoors for several days doesn't really put you in a mood to actually do anything for yourself," I replied, eyeing him with a slight smirk on my face.

Rolling his eyes, he pointed to something on the tub, frowning I examined the lower half of the tub only to see Alonso name written on it. Gingerly smiling I looked back up at him , hiding the tub behind my back.

"Sorry, didn't see it," I said, shuffling awkwardly from side to side, "Besides you should never place ice cream in a house where a woman is staying, it will only get eaten," I replied, smirking at him, causing him to roll his eyes again.

"I'll remember that next time," he muttered before walking past me with a sulky expression on his face, reminding me of a school boy. Giggling I turned to see Angelo intently watching me with an unreadable expression plastered on his features.

Cocking my hip, I stared back at him, "Yes?" I asked , tilting my head in question, which seemed to snap him out of whatever daze he seemed to be in.

Clearing his thoart he straightened his posture, running his hand through his thick hair, his blue eyes meeting mine.

"I was wondering, since you have been stuck inside for the past couple of days, would you like to look around Italy?" he asked, his eyes seeming to to trap me in a mystical hold. I still couldn't get over the fact how attractive he was.

A surge of happiness coursed through me, casuing me to break out in the biggest smile, I had never been to Italy before and had always wanted to tour around since I began travelling when I hit my teenage years.

"Really?" I asked enthusiastically , my eyes widening in surprise.

Nodding, a small smirk appeared on Angelo's full lips, "Yes, I presume you haven't seen Italy in its peak of summer?" he asked, one of his defined eyebrows raising in question ,making my knees turn to jelly

"No, but I've always wanted to see Italy," I said enthusiastically , practically bouncing on the spot with excitement.

After noticing my excitement, he chuckled before motioning for me to follow him.

Trotting after him, I quickly glancing at my expression in the mirror , nodding in satisfaction I slipped on some nude pumps before I followed Angelo, who was halfway out the door.

Inhaling, I took in a large breath of fresh air that was like a cure to my sluggish emotion. Now , I was excited for the sights I was going to see.

Stepping down the stone steps, I allowed the suns rays to warm my skin as I rolled my thin sleeves up to allow more heat to skim across my skin.

Angelo led me to a sleek BMW sports car, its silver sleek metal reflecting off the sunlight.

Opening the car door, Angelo held it open for me wile I slide inside, the smooth leather interior cushioning me legs and back before he closed the door and got into the car himself.

Sticking the car keys in the ignition the engine purred to life, Angelo turned to me slightly while exiting the large cobbled driveway onto the roads.

"What's your favourite food?" he asked, his smooth and deep as it seemed to sweep across my body.

Sighing, I turned to him in deep thought, "Probably, seafood, I guess," I replied slowly, my green eyes meeting his as his eyes seemed to carry the ocean within them, capturing me in his waves.

Nodding , he focused all his attention on the road, "I know just the place," he replied, glancing at me from the corner of his eye, bluntly ending our conversation.

Sighing, I began to look out the window, silently watching the scenery pass by, a blissful silence echoing between us, yet it wasn't an awkward silence.

In the corner of my vision I saw Angelo reach over and turn the radio on, as soon as he did Ed Sheeran I See Fire began to thrum through the speakers.

Groaning Angelo reaching over again, went to go change the station before I abruptly stopped him.

"No, keep it on, its a good song," I exclaimed reaching my hand out to stop him.

Giving an accusing look at me his brows raised in question, "Why? I find his music too full of emotion," he complained, looking at me .

Feigning shock, I gasped as if I was offended, "But thats the whole point, each of his songs has a backstory to and an emotion connected to it," I fired back, cocking my head to the side, as if daring him to change the station.

Smirking, he shook his head, leaning back in his seat, "Fine, you win this one since you've been cooped up for five days, but on the way back, I get control over the radio," he countered smirking, his blue eyes shinning in amusement.

Rolling my eyes, a small grin played on my lips as I continued to stare out the window.

Maybe he wasn't as bad as I thought he was.

After a few minutes of driving, and me murmuring the lyrics and the occasional groan from Angelo causing me to giggle, we arrived outside a restaurant.

Cocking my head to the side, I slowly examined the outside of the restaurant, bright lights shone off the building like gleaming stars, while groups of people wandered in ideally chatting to their friend or partner while a bouncer stood sternly at the wide entrance, slowly scanning the people entrance.

Suddenly a built figure appeared in my view as Angelo opened the door for me, slowly holding out his hand , which I gingerly took, butterflies exploded inside my stomach as his large warm hand enclosed on mine.

Pulling me out of the car he link his arm with mine, pulling me close to his side making my heart do flip flops.

Approaching the bouncer, his eyes landed on Angelo before his eyes rested on my smaller form before a smirk appeared on his lips.

"Angelo, haven't seen you around here for a while, and I see you brought a new one, in my opinion better than the others you've had clinging to your side," he said, amusement lining his voice leaning towards Angelo, while his thick accent was almost difficult to understand.

My heart sank, new one? What am I an ornament?

Shaking my head I turned my head before briefly rolling my eyes while a loud chuckle came from Angelo, rumbling through his entrie body.

"No, No Oscar, you are mistaken, she is simply a woman who is accompanying me tonight, nothing more nothing less," he replied a large grin plastered onto his face, showing off his dimples that women probably all fall for.

Looking up at the large bouncer I gave a fake sweet smile to him while I was secretly flipping him off behind my back.

Nodding, he gestured for us to enter. Nodding, Angelo began to walk through the large open entrance as the glass doors were elegantly opened by two door men both dressed in black tuxedos and slicked back hair.

Glancing around the large restaurant my eyes probably couldn't have gotten any bigger, the floor was carpeted with the most vibrant of red while golden intricate patterns lined the walls and fake ivy twisted up large thick columns placed around the spacious area.

Leading me, Angelo took us to the furthest area in a far corner where it was less crowded with people.

Taking our seats silently, a waitress quickly rushed over with menus, making goo-goo eyes at Angelo while her top was a little too revealing to the eye.

"Here are the menus Angelo, I see you brought another one today," she purred, leaning extremely close to him, her boobs practically falling out her too of a tight white shirt.

Smirking slightly in disgust, I turned away to examine the rest of the room, Ignoring the waitress who was practically throwing herself at Angelo.

I felt a surge of jealousy. Which I quickly scolded myself for, I wasn't his girlfriend, nor lover, I was simply a girl he was protecting until this whole ordeal was over.

Leaning into the back of my chair my confindence levels dropped all of sudden as my mind began comparing myself with other women in the room, especially the waitress.

I felft undressed in such an enviorment, women were wearing slim fitting dresses while expensive jewellery hung off there wrist, neck and fingers while there hair was done with the upmost of professionalism.

And here I was sitting in jeans and a jumper, probably looking like a mess while the man seated opposite me was still loking smart with a grey pair of trousers and a loose fitting white shirt.

Suddenly, a voice borught me out of my competitive state.

"Yes, Alessa what will you have?" Angelo's voice rolled over me making me turn to him before looking up at the bored looking waitress while she stared at me like I was rotten meat.

Swiftly picking up the menu I scanned the food choices before my eyes fell on something I hadn't had in a long time.

"I'll have garlic wine shrimp," I replied, sharply closing the menu while the waitress quickly scribbled down the order.

Nodding, she took both our menus before sneindg a quik wink to Angelo and sashaying off, making sure to draw attention to her hips and arse.

Rolling my I raised a sharp eyebrow at Angelo, "Well aren't you quite the player with the ladies?" I commented folding my arms across my chest as a smirk formed across my face.

Groaning , Angelo pinched the bridge of his nose before focusing his eyes back on mine, "You could say that, I've had quite a few flings with the women of Italy," he replied causally but I could sense I slight hint of hesitation in his voice.

Chuckling slighty , I leaned back, "Never saw you as a man who's a charmer," I replied , getting an surprised look from Angelo who only smirked in return.

"Why would you say that?" he asked , leaning closer.

Tilting my head I returned the smirk, "Wel l when I first you were , how do I out it, an brute as such," I replied causing a small laugh to erupt from Angelo, making my heart flutter again.

"Yes , I guess so, anyway, I'm intrigued about you, I'm surprised you didn't live a life about knowing your father was leading as a very powerful Mafia crew," he replied, suddenly changing topic, he probably wasn't comfortable about talking bout the number of women hes messed around with.

Understandable.

Leaning on my chin in thought, I began to explain what my life was like in oblivion, "To be honest, neither did I, but now I look back on my life and childhood , the lack of my parents involved makes sense now," I replied giving a small smile to Angelo before turning away.

"Was it lonely then?" he asked drawing my eyes back to his.

Sighing I glanced up to the ceiling, "In some aspects yes, I mean I picked up a lot of hobbies to do in my spare time, and I had friends, but not a lot of the time they would come over due to my parents not allowing anyone other than family and probably work partners inside the house," I replied, reflecting back on my lack of actual childhood experiences, yes I had a good lifestyle but that didn't stop me from missing my parents.

Nodding Angelo sat back in his chair briefly breaking eye contact, "So is that how you picked up modelling?" he asked again.

Nodding my mind flashed back to the moment I picked up modelling as it was quite the time user, and I istanlty fell in love with it.

"Yes, by the time I was thirteen I was the best I could be in any of the acitivites I had taken when I was little, so my mother suggested modelling, and when I tried it you could say it was instantious love," I joked, earning a small chuckle from Angelo.

"What about you?"I asked , wanting depseratly to draw the topic away rom my lonely childhood.

Angelo made a humming nose as he sat back , dazed in thought as if recalling his mermories.

"My father told me when I was nine about the business he ran and that I could be the one out of me and my brother who would run it, being a boy I was already fascinated in guns and sorts, so I instantly gained the skill of shooting and combat, soon my brother declined my fathers position when I turned 17, so he handed it over to me," he replied , his eyes slightly glazed over in thought.

"Only 17?" I asked surprised, I was only 20 and when I was that age I still didn't have a good grip on life , while Angelo was running a deadly busness.

Nodding slowly, Angelo rested on his elbows , watching my surprised reaction.

Just as I was about to speak, the large television adorned above the crowd began playing several adverts of the top famous expensive brands around the world.

Then, one came on causing me to burying my face into the table cloth, hiding my face as once my eyes caught one glimpse of the figure on screen.

Angelo only chuckled, "Is that you I presume?" he asked chuckling still.

Groaning, I only heard the music of the advert fade until it finally moved onto the new Chanel perfume.

Sighing, I corrected my position, " I hate it when I see myself on adverts," I murmured, not meeting Angelo's eyes.

"Why is that?" he asked, leaning his head downwards slightly to meet my gaze.

Huffing slightly, I slowly moved my eyes to meet his, "Its just I see myself, and its just an act, the makeup , the confident demeanour, as if I am the most glamorous woman in the world, it isn't me. Yes, its fun acting as someone your not but some people see it as you, and have a mental image on that's what you should look like," I answered, giving a small smile to Angelo, who simply nodded.

"Do you enjoy what you do?" I asked, cocking my head to the side, a strand of hair falling in front of my face.

Flashing his dimples, Angelo gave a small smile, "You could say, I'm a lover of the action, adventure the-"

"Guns, power and money?" I continued, looking at him through my thick lashes.

Chuckling, Angelo shook his head slightly, "You could say that, everyone has a passion, mine is ruling over a deadly business, and I enjoy it, no matter what pain in the arse it can be," he replied, still flashing his heart melting dimples at me.

Just as I was about to open my mouth, the flirtatious waitress sashayed back over, plates in hand, gently placing them down she glanced at Angelo and then at me.

"I saw you on the advert, he could have a least gone for a real woman," she sneered before heavily placing my plate down.

Grinding my teeth together, I decided to be the bigger person and just shrug her off, of course while cursing her in Greek inside my head.

Hey, its the thought that counts.

Winking at Angelo she walked off again, disappearing into the kitchen to presumably collect more orders for the awaiting customers.

"Bitch, hope that door hits your fat ass on your way out, maybe it'll knock some blood back up to your brain," I mumbled, causing a eruption of laughter to come from Angelo.

Turning to him, I gave a small smirk while crossing my arms across my chest in question.

"You're probably the most humours women I have met, as well as probably the feistiest," he stated finally calming down from his laughter.

"Besides, personally I don't do bitches," he whispered, in turn making me laugh, trying not to draw too much attention with my probably unflattering laugh.

"Good to know, anyway, I don't know about you, but I'm starving," I replied, raising an eyebrow at Angelo.

"Then lets eat," he said before picking up a muscle, as he began to break the shell to retrieve the seafood goodness inside.

Taking that as a signal, I enthusiastically picked up my fork, and just as I was about to plunge my fork into a king prawn.

Darkness...

***** Cliff-hanger, I think :-) Anyway the next chapter will be in Angelo's point of view this time and some humour along with minor drama will me mixture together. Until then, hope you enjoyed this kinda basic chapter.

~Bella~