"Ella, where are you? It's time to wake up!" I heard someone yell. I woke up and realised that I slept on the cold bathroom floor, and my wrists were still full of blood.

"Ella!" Alessandro yelled again. I quickly got up and locked the door.

"Oh, you're in the bathroom. Breakfast is ready, just come downstairs when you're ready" he said, before leaving my room.

I walked to the sink and turned the sink on and washed the blood away from my wrists and cleaned them. I showered and changed and put on an over-sized hoodie to cover the cuts and shorts along with it and made my way downstairs. I sat down on the first free seat I saw, which was next to Alessandro, who was sitting next to Camilla.

"Good morning" I said.

"Good morning. Why are you wearing a hoodie? It isn't that cold this morning" Camilla said.

"I um, I was feeling cold" I replied, as I poured coffee in a mug.

I usually don't drink coffee, because I don't like it, but I was too tired, and I needed the energy. I drank it slowly and stared at Alessandro and Camilla talking. More men joined our table, drinking and eating their breakfast. I stood up.

"Are we just going to stay here, or are we actually going to do something?" I shouted. Everyone stared at me, with wide eyes. "We know where Dante is, so why aren't we doing anything to save him? He did everything to save me, so why are we just standing here doing nothing!"

"We can't; Marco and Dante's father are way too powerful together and without Dante we can't make a good plan to save him" Alessandro said.

"Seriously!? Some best friend you are!" I yelled, running out.

I ran to the main lounge and sat on the couch. I need a plan and a good one. If they won't help me save him, I'll save him by myself. I can't even fight, what am I thinking? No, I can't give up, he didn't give up on me, so I won't give up on him. Wait, dad!

I didn't even do anything and ran out to my dad's place, I can't even believe what I'm doing right now, I can't believe I'm going to my father for help. I made my way to a huge mansion, which looked quite old but nice. I walked in and there were a lot of men and my dad sitting around a table, drinking and playing cards.

"Who are you and what do you want?" a man asked me at the door.

"I'm looking for Gabriel Avril" I replied.

"Why?" he asked.

"That doesn't concern you, I just need to talk to him" I said. I walked up to my dad.

"Ella?" he asked, with wide eyes.

"We need to talk dad!" I said.

"Dad? You have a daughter?" the man next to my dad asked him.

"Yes, this is Ella, she's twenty-one. Ella this is my cousin Charles" my dad said.

"Je m'en fiche!" I shouted. (I don't care!)

"Anyways, what are you doing here? And how did you know that I'm friends with the French mafia boss?" my dad asked me.

"I didn't, but I guessed, all the times you came back home drunk, all the drugs you were getting. And I put two and two together and figured it out. Now I need your help!" I said.

"Why would I help you? I sold you so you wouldn't annoy me anymore and here you are asking me for help" my dad said.

"She's your daughter, you should help her" Charles said.

"Quelle?" my dad asked, rolling his eyes. (What?)

"Dante is being held captive by his father and his mortal enemy, and I need your help to get him back" I said.

"Aw, your husband has been kidnapped" my dad mocked me.

"Dante as in Dante Romano?" Charles asked.

"Mhm" I replied.

"You're married to the most powerful mafia leader?" Charles asked.

"Sort of, yeah. Please help me, he saved me and now I want to save him. You don't know his father, he's horrible, he doesn't care about him and he's probably making Dante wish he was never born!" I shouted.

"We'll help you!" Charles said abruptly.

"What?" my dad shouted.

"Think of it Gabriel, if we save him, our name will be praised by so many and feared by many as well" Charles told my dad. Is power all Mafia bosses seem to care about?

"Sure, but your husband has to give us half a million euro for us to save him" my dad said, as he stood up.

"Half a million?" I shouted.

"Yes, or else we won't help you" Charles said.

"F-fine" I stuttered.

"Great, then we'll save him next week, so get ready" he said.

"Next week!? Why not tomorrow?" I asked.

"Take it or leave it" my dad said.

"Ugh, fine" I huffed as I walked out of the building.

I made my way back to the mansion; I still can't believe what I just did. I hate my father, so why did I go asking him for help? I don't care, all I care is that Dante is going to be back with us in a weeks' time.

Dante POV:

It's been a few days now that I surrendered to my father, he never stopped abusing me like when I was a kid, he never stopped calling me a mistake and a disappointment. What did I ever do to him? All I did was listen to him, obey him, let him beat me. So, where did I go wrong? Which part of being a son did I mess up? I was tied in the basement with blood on my face when Marco walked in.

"Buongiorno vecchio amico" Marco said with a smirk. (Good morning old friend)

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Oh nothing, just to make your life a living hell" he replied.

"It already is, trust me" I said, looking up at him, with blood running down my face.

"Of course, it is, you had a horrible father and a traumatizing childhood, you fell in love with an amazing person for the first time, but you couldn't admit it because I would kill her. But I still found out and hurt her and you being you, you gave yourself up to save her, how pathetic" he said, punching me.

"Love isn't pathetic or weak, you're the one who's weak, because you're the one who can't find the true meaning of it" I shouted. He just laughed and punched me again.

"You know, when you told me you killed my parents, I wanted to kill you, I wanted to torture you. You took the two persons I loved most in my life, but I thought that killing you would be too easy, so I made you that promise, and I kept it, I just haven't killed her yet" he said.

"No! You said she would leave her unharmed!" I yelled.

"Yes, I did. But I didn't say that I won't kill her, I just say that I won't hurt her for now" he said, with a smirk.

"Kill me, just kill me not her! She never did anything to you, I was the one who killed your parents, I'm the one you hate, not her! Forget your fucking promise and kill me!" I yelled even louder.

"This is funny, you know, you begging me to kill you, I find it sympathetic" he said.

"You fucking bastard! Just leave her alone!" I yelled.

"I'll think about it- not" he said, leaving the basement.

"You fucking bastard!" I screamed.

Ella POV:

It was the night before the day we go and save Dante, I was thrilled and nervous, but mostly scared. Scared of what might happen, what if someone dies or get hurts because of me? No, I can't think about that, Dante risked everything for me, and I need to do the same for him. I quickly stopped thinking and fell asleep.



"ELLA!" a voice yelled, barging into my room.

Author's note:

Hey guys! Do you think Ella is going to be able to save Dante? And who do you think yelled her name? I really hope you're enjoying this story so far, thank you xx