Arabella Cattaneo POV

I was in prison.

Let me explain.

It had been almost 5 months so it was May 2nd and I was finally 19.

I also now had a boyfriend.

Crazy? Right?

Anyways, after the first few dates with Sebastian, I ended up really liking him.

I had obviously never been in love, so I didn't know if I did love him or not.

I just knew I really really liked him.

A few days later, he asked me to be his girlfriend and I immediately accepted.

Matias didn't 'prohibit sexual behavior' until we really loved each other and things got really serious.

We thought that was bullshit. So, we ended up fucking when I accidentally pissed him off too much in his room.

-

I was annoyed as fuck.

"Ugh," I groaned loudly, rolling over in Sebastian's bed.

We were watching 'Ratatouille' until I got hungry and asked Sebastian to get me some Cookies and Creme ice cream cause he's my fucking servant.

No, I'm kidding it's cause last night I brought the pizza from downstairs.

"Here." Sebastian came in, dropping some vanilla ice cream on the nightstand with a spoon and a napkin.

"Where's my Cookies and Creme?" I whined, now wanting to crush up Oreos into this ice cream.

"There's none left." He responded, taking his shirt off, tattoos on display and hopping back into the bed.

I want to lick his abs.

"I swear there was some last night." I groaned, I want cookies and Creme.

"I swear on my life, there is no cookies and Creme ice cream in the fridge." He scoffed as he clenched his jaw in annoyance.

"I hate you." I glared at him as he looked down to look at me.

"Do you really hate me?" He whispered, trailing a finger down my face, igniting a fire inside of me.

"Y-yes," I whispered back as his thumb swiped my plump lips.

"I don't think you do." He smirked as he kissed my lips roughly, pulling me to his lap, my knees on either side of his legs, his hands on my bare waist.

I moaned as he kissed my jaw, tilting my head back and giving more access as small moans escaped every few seconds.

My hands went around his shoulders, I wasn't until I got comfortable that I realized he a huge boner.

Deciding to tease him, I start to grind on him as he threw his head back.

"Fuck," he groaned against my lips, trying to stop me by digging his fingers harshly into my hips.

I pulled away from his mouth, descending my lips to his jaw, slowly to the crook of his neck.

I left kisses down the length of his neck, stopping every few seconds to suck and nibble. Sebastian's breathing got ragged and more labored as I kissed my way down his tattooed chest. I covered every delectable piece of flesh, all the way from his broad shoulder to his navel.

Deciding to be a bigger bitch, I slowed my kisses to a tantalizingly slow pace as I reached the waistband of his shorts.

"Arabella," Sebastian growled, his voice thick and heavy with annoyance and lust.

I almost gasped in surprise when he tightened his large arms around my hips and flipped us over so he was on top.

"Your a cruel, cruel tease, you know, right?" He mumbled as his hot breath fanned my ear.

I rolled my eyes, blushing lightly as I nodded slowly. Sebastian started moving lower, kisses down my neck and collarbone. Moans escaping my mouth, my breathing heavy. I arched my back as his hands trailed down my body, letting out an impatient grunt as he took the crop top off me.

As soon as it was off, he chucked it to the floor, not caring about were it landed. I watched as his eyes trailed my body, lingering particularly long on my cleavage spilling from my red lace bra.

"You're fucking beautiful." He whispered, leaning down and kissing down the length of my neck. My breath became more rapid and uneven from the anticipation. He harshly sucked the skin just above the cup of my bra.

He slowly slid a hand under my back and trailed it to the clasp if he bra. He looked up me and I knew he was silently asking for permission, I made eye contact and nodded.

He smirked, taking off my bra and tossing it aside. He started kissing lower, my legs wrapping around his waist.

He teased me, pinching and teasing the nipple, kissing down my stomach and stopping at the waistband of my shorts, taking them off and leaving me in just underwear.

"Please, Sebastian..." I pleaded, wanting him inside me.

He just smirked, ripping the panties off me.

He started taking his pants off, my pussy getting wetter at the sight of his boner.

He's going to rip me in half.

He placed the condom from the nightstand on and put his dick at the entrance of my pussy, entering me as a whimper of pain escaped my lips.

"Tell me when you're ready, Bella." He whispered, my legs going to his torso, my nails slightly digging into his back.

The pain slowly subsided, I started moving my hips so he got the message.

"Fuck, harder Sebastian." I moaned as he did I commanded, his teeth jarring my shoulder.

God, is this heaven?

I climaxed quickly, my nails scarring Sebastian's back as he kept thrusting into me with full speed, climaxing into the condom and falling onto his back.

"Round 2?" He sent a award winning smirk, not even after a minute of climaxing. His stamina was god like. -

Everything else was pretty normal, other than the fact that the paparazzi were being more annoying than usual since the biggest bachelor in the fucking world was taken.

There was a reason I was in a slightly smelly, charcoal gray room, handcuffed to a surprisingly clean steel desk as I sat in a steel seat.

And, I wasn't gonna lie, my legs were freezing cold cause my black dress was ridden up.

-

"Bella, his name is William Posey. He runs the main rink we're taking down. Take him to private room 210. We took out his guards and ours are inside. 10 of our people are inside the club, looking at you from time to time. If you see a certain lion earring, it's us." Matias' voice crackled through the mic as I fixed my small black silk dress, the black obsidian knives I love hidden inside my thigh.

"Got it." I plaster a fake smile on my beautiful face as I slipped into the club after nodding to the security guard.

People looked at me as others grinded on others, dancing to the upbeat music.

I look over to the V.I.P section to see a few men and ladies, laughing. I quickly spotted the red hair that belonged to William Posey.

Obviously, he had red hair.

We made eye contact as he realized how hot and lonely I was. I quickly sent a wink in his direction, capturing his attention more.

Men are so dumb.

I turned around picked up the empty cups next to me and pretending as if I drank them as I stumbled over my steps, my black YSL heels making me actually almost fall.

He stood up from his seat and came towards me, picking me up as I wanted to bash his head into the floor.

Arabella, this is his club. His people will kill you in a second.

I internally rolled my eyes as his smelly body came in contact with mine.

Get your nasty ass hands off me.

"What's your name, baby?" He says, his breath smelling like liquor and vodka.

"I'm Elise," I giggled, acting like I was about to blackout even though I was fully sober.

He nodded as he turned around so my back was on his front. "You here alone? I could keep you company,"

I hate this.

I just nodded slowly into his chest as he started grinding on me as I gagged internally, waiting for me to almost collapse at the next song so it would be believable.

I acted as I passed out, my breaths getting deeper as I stopped moving my limbs.

He put two fingers on my pulse and let out a breezy chuckle, probably at the fact that a beautiful girl like me was 'going to be sold'.

Little bitch.

He started dragging me slowly as no one probably cared, dancing or drinking with others.

I couldn't see so that made it worse, but I was trained in this.

"Why'd you have to be so tall?" He muttered as I almost scoffed.

I can't control my genetics, bitch.

I slightly open my eyes as Posey drags me, seeing something so unexpected.

"FBI nobody move."

Fuck.

Over 10 agents burst through the clubs front doors, guns in hand, bulletproof vests on the torso.

I was so not expecting this. There was absolutely no way I was going to wait for them to take the asshole and question me. I couldn't tell them.

I lift myself up, elbowing the ugly red head in the ribs and then kicking him as I throw a knife to his left kidney. Making sure no one saw me as I was already near the corner.

I see another 25 SWAT members entering the club, going in different directions.

"Bella, what the fuck is going on?" Matias' voice shoots through.

Forgot he was there.

"SWAT and the FBI are here; most likely to try and find Posey but he's on the ground. Disable all cameras in the building." I inform as I hear gun shots, running through the upstairs as I see the Spanish mafia guards on the floors knocked out, SWAT members surrounding me all over.

I stealthily double-press my small gold ring on my middle finger, activating the GPS signal and radio signal to Jordan and Lena. Using the ring, they know where I am and where I'm going along with hearing everything and if I position the ring correctly, they can see what I see.

I made a small gold ring for me and a matching one for Jordan and later on made one for Lena when we met her. It has a high advanced tracker, a microphone and a small camera. If connected to the correct laptop or computer or phone, you could know everything.

They have fucking body cams?

I internally groaned knowing if I wasn't caught from killing them all, I would be tracked down for the rest of my life.

But, I could escape. Right?

I was mainly finding out how to escape and get my hands on a blue print of wherever they're taking me.

"You're coming with us young lady." A man with a mask said as one behind me put cold metal handcuffs.

Fuck yourself.

-

So, here I was, sitting in this seat for approximately, two hours, twenty seven minutes and forty nine seconds.

I was sitting here, staring at the two way glass mirror.

Nobody came in to talk or whatever. They just kept me here.

I was tired, hungry and angry.

Not a good thing.

"Bella! We deleted all trace of you on the body cams! Now in a minute, all cameras are going to be disabled. No one will know that you were there. They'll only see your face. Make sure not to kill anyone or they'll want you dead. And also make sure your contacts don't come out. Don't want them to know that your eyes are actually not brown." Jordan's chirpy voice enters my ears as I start counting the seconds.

Well it helped when we weren't in the system.

After the given time, Jordan signals again as I was going to take my handcuffs off when a old man came through the door.

Okay, not old but he was in his 30's.

I spare a glance at the man, getting more mad than the hulk, now we have to wait for this dumb ass to leave.

"What's your name?" He asks as I look at his paper Identification card.

Derek Salgado.

I look at him once and face back to the double sided mirror, gritting my teeth in annoyance.

"How old are you?" Salgado questioned, hands running through his light brown hair as his dark brown eyes furrowed in what I presume, confusion. "You can't be over 20."

I stayed silent.

"What are your ties with William Posey?" He insisted as I laid back in my seat.

No response.

He rolled his eyes and finally sat down across from me instead of pacing like he was earlier.

"What were you doing near William Posey?" Salgado raised a brow as I ignored him again.

"Who are your parents?" Salgado pushed.

I have no fucking clue.

"Bell! Come and take her DNA." He ordered as a small blonde in a white coat came in, taking some blood, hair and thumbprints.

Don't they know that they won't find anything? Arabella Cattaneo doesn't exist. And Arabella Ricci isn't in the system either.

"I'll be back," Salgado muttered as I waited till he left and so did the person from behind the mirror just for extra precaution.

"Jordan, are the cameras still down?" I whispered, not moving my lips.

It's a thing I learned at the academy.

"Yea. Hurry and take a left through the door." Dan urged as I put the Bobby pin in the back of my head, my heels clicking lightly on the floor.

"Bella, take off the heels." Lena's voice boomed as I lightly winced.

"I already am." I held them in my hands as I stealthily walked through the pure white hallways, other interrogation rooms with no agents in the middle.

They need security.

"Take a left again." Lena urged as I turned again. "Now take two rights and one left and go straight till you see a huge door."

I sneaked through the halls, wondering why almost no one was in sight, asking Lena and Dan for the next instructions.

"Go straight and wait till you see a fire alarm and hot wire one of the cars, drive to the nearest gas station. Rio is in a navy blue Honda Civic." Dan instructed as I ran through the the halls, not making any noise.

"Hurry! They realized your gone!" Dan's concerned voice came.

I rolled my eyes as I started hot wiring one of the black cars, ducking when a big black SUV came through, quickly turning on the engine.

Suddenly a deep voice came closer to me, ranting in Italian. I kept running and taking out the contacts that made me want to rip out my eyes from the discomfort. I threw them on the ground and ran faster.

Who the fuck is that?

I rolled my eyes as I heard bits of the conversation.

"...perché cazzo non riesci a trovarlo?" [Why the fuck can't you find him?]

I was going to hop in the car when someone shouted to stop, as I saw two 6'3 shadows in suits.

One of them hopped into car and followed me as I groaned, my fist hitting the top of the dashboard.

I started speeding more when I saw the SUV catching up to me.

Can't this piece of shit go any faster.

"Guys? Is there any way to reroute to the gas station?" I asked into the mic, zigzagging through the lanes as I saw a small alleyway that would definitely not fit the SUV.

"Never-mind I got it!" I smirked as I saw the SUV smash into the two walls like a sandwich. I kept driving until I realized I passed the gas station and ran to the blue Honda Civic.

Good thing it was dark.

"Seatbelt." Rio piped as I complied, laying my head back on the headrest.

"Who was chasing you?" He asked, raising a brow.

"Some Italian guy. Why?" I asked as he widened his eyes.

"Do you think that it could be the Italian mafia? He raised a brow as we furrowed our brows.

Shit.

"All I heard was 'Why the fuck couldn't you find him?'"

"I mean, he could be implying anything but, do you think it could be them?" Rio questioned.

Rio had an IQ of 178 and was the definition of 'silent but deadly'.

"I couldn't see the faces but they were about 6'3 and they had a black SUV. I think it could be them but why would they be in the USA?" I raised a brow as we were still 20 minutes away from the house.

"I don't know."



AN

Finals suck and I'm sorry for takings while :(

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