Violet's POV:

There are 3 floors in this estate, the rooms are on the third one. There's a big hallway with so many doors that it seems like a hotel, Blake's room is at the end of the hallway, while mine is right next to his.

I step into my room and almost gasp when I see the inside. There's a queen sized bed in the middle, with silver black covers and pillows that seem so soft. The walls are in a shape of white, a beige wardrobe opposite the bed and a door that leads to what I assume is the bathroom.

The bathroom has a shower and a bathtub, a beautiful sink with a mirror right above it.

There's a window in the room, on the right side of the bed, where I can see the huge back garden with a pool and a black jacuzzi. That's pretty.

A knock on the door startles me as I shout a 'Come in' and hope it's anyone but him.

Sadly, my hopes are ruined when I see Blake coming in. He has a black t-shirt that makes his muscles pop out and reveals a part of his tattoos, which I suppose cover most of his upper body, and a pair of jeans.

"Tell me what happened there." he states pulling me out of my thoughts and I frown, what happened to hey? What happened to how are you? Just kidding, I know what he's like.

I sigh sitting at the edge of the bed and look at the window. I hear his footsteps coming closer until he's in front of me, shivering when I feel his hand grabbing my chin and making me look at him, tho it was almost gentle.

"What?" I say before continuing, answering to my own question "You want to know? Well I had a boyfriend and I really liked him, and I honestly thought he liked me too, but turns out I was wrong because while he takes a shower in my bathroom, I hear his phone buzz. I obviously respect his privacy but after another buzz I decide to see and read two messages from a number I don't know." I stop to breathe before continuing.

"They said: 'Did you sedate her?' 'Remember. Boss wants her by tomorrow and if you want your girlfriend alive you better bring the target in time.' And I said 'Yeah my boss is an asshole but he wouldn't ' so I thought of Sebastian. Is our conversation done now?" I finish and he seems angrier than usual. Nice thing. I think I was angry too, when I was talking.

"Who is he?" he asks furious while I stare at him in confusion. Does he want to kill Christian? The question is, does Christian deserve to die?

I want to tell him but I also don't want to. After all Christian had a reason, they held his girlfriend hostage. But my mouth betrays me.

"Christian Davis." I blurt out and he storms out of my room the second I answer him. Not so fast big guy.

I stand up and run after him, almost at the beginning of the hallway, and shout his name. He stops and turns around, his eyes throwing knifes into me. "Don't." Is all I say while stepping closer to him. He stands still, until I'm only about two feet from him.

"But I will." He states looking down at me. I could feel the warmth of his body and I wanted to hug him and tell him he doesn't have to do that, that he doesn't have to do anything at all, just keep me here.

But I didn't. Instead I spoke "If you do it, I will leave and you'll never see me again." I say as if he cares about me, but I see a look of disappointment and hurt in his eyes. He curses in italian looking around us, before looking back at me.

"Well then." he stops and sighs before speaking again "Be my guest little one." And walks away, leaving me in the middle of his hallway, feeling a lot of things at once. Mostly hurt.

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When I saw Ryder and Lucas, I didn't believe my eyes. Apparently Blake took them with him here in Italy, and now I'm getting ready to explore the city with them. I feel like a tourist, even tho I'm only here because of the situation.

"Ready Miss Rodriguez?" Lucas says and I nod smiling, as we walk out of the estate, reaching the car.

I didn't ask Blake if I could go out because he was nowhere to be seen, and I don't care after what happened. After all, I'm with two strong and hella funny bodyguards.

The estate was 20 minutes from Venice, so they took me there. Venice is beautiful, I know it may be an overrated city, but it's really that beautiful.

Constantly taking boats and living on the water, always taking pictures of the antique buildings, birds flying close to the people and making them laugh and never being disappointed in what you see here.

We take one of those luxury but classic boats, called "gondola" and Lucas takes a picture of me laughing with a bridge behind me, my eyes shut and my hair slightly messy from the wind. I think that's my favorite picture of me.

We buy ice cream and walk around one of the main squares of the city, take goofy pictures and laugh our asses off.

Ryder and Lucas are two wonderful people, and great best friends, they look like they're brothers. Are they?

"Are you guys related?" I ask out of nowhere and they look at each other, then laugh looking at me. Did I miss something?

"We're bros" Lucas says putting an arm over Ryder's shoulder and he frowns "Don't touch me whore" I burst out laughing and they chuckle and pat each other's back. Aw, siblings love. I wonder where my brother is right now.

We turn back at the estate and part ways. I turn on the water to take a shower, and walk in the cabinet. Hot water hugging my body as I wash my body and hair, before stepping out of the shower and putting a towel around my body.

I change and put on the most basic outfit a girl could ever wear: a sweater and shorts. It's comfy though.

I need some music right now, preferably Taylor Swift. That woman is a fucking queen.

It's dinner time and the maids asked me if I felt like eating downstairs, and I kindly asked them if they could bring my food upstairs. I didn't want to see Blake's men stare at me while eating, or see Blake himself.

When I finished I decided to lay on my bed and wait for sleep to welcome me.

And after what felt like an hour, I finally drifted off to sleep. ___________________

I felt a hand sliding up my thigh, making me shiver. It was a warm hand, that made me burn. His hand.

I shifted on my bed as I felt it dip behind me, a huge body pressing against mine. His front against my back.

His hands now pulling down my shorts, before reaching my panties and slowly slide them down.

I slightly moan as he whispers in my ear "I'm going to fuck you so hard, whole Italy is going to hear you scream my name." His breath hitting my neck.

I moaned loud when he began fingering me with two of his fingers. Making circles, pumping in and out.

I arch my back, hitting his front and feeling him, as I'm close.

Right when I'm about to release, I don't feel him behind me anymore, I don't feel pleasure anymore.

I shut my eyes open and realise. Fucking hell. Why the fuck is he in my dreams? And why the hell was he fingering me? But mostly, why the fucking fuck was I enjoying it?

I stand up and glance at the clock, 3.38 am.

There's no water in my room, and sorry not sorry I refuse to drink from the sink.

I walk out of my room and reach the kitchen, which seemed a lot distant from my room.

The kitchen is bigger than the one he has in LA, I obviously don't mind.

I search for a glass and see a few in the top shelf. Now how do I reach it?

As I realise I can climb on the counter, a large arm brushes past me, picking a glass from the shelf. Oh no.

I turn around and he's just a feet from me, our chests almost touching. I'd leave if it wasn't for the fact that I'm pressed against the counter and he wouldn't even bulge if I pushed him. I'm stuck.

He hands me the glass, glancing at my body up and down. Oh right. I'm wearing shorts and sports bra. Don't judge me it's comfy.

"Thank you." I say grabbing the glass and trying to move away, but I was still stuck. And he wasn't moving.

"Please, move." I state looking around, avoiding his eyes. Please don't move. Please let's talk about what's going on. Please let's have a conversation about us.

"If that's what you want." He says smirking. No that's not what I want. Fuck.

"Fuck you." I whisper yell at him before pulling him down by his collar, slamming my lips against his. He kisses me back immediately and his tongue fights with my lips, begging for me to let it in. We both fight for dominance but as I see that he wants this I let him win.

He picks me up and puts me on the counter without breaking the kiss, and positions himself between my legs.

We pull away and rest our foreheads against each other, breathing heavily.

"Finally." He smirks as his hand goes around my neck, before he slams his lips against mine again.

The tension between us was always this much, I was so eager to do this. But we won't go further. Just a kiss. Yeah, sure Violet.

When he pulls away for the last time he helps me off the counter. I still hated him for being the way he is around me. But I have to say, he kisses like he's a fucking pro.

"I still hate you" I say walking to the third floor after drinking my water, as he follows me. "Feeling's mutual little one." I hear his deep voice behind me, I could tell he was smirking.

I reach my room and lock the door behind, leaning against it until I'm on the floor, pressed up against the door.

I can't believe I did this. But what was I supposed to do? It's 4 fucking am and I had a dream about him fingering me. Then he finds me in the kitchen and does that thing he always does around me.

Ugh, I'm so waiting for the others to come to Italy, I can't stay alone with him anymore. Can you, Violet?

I get up and make it to the bed, my lips still feeling warm from touching his.

I lay and fall asleep almost immediately.

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Tiny hands wake me up, a joyful voice screaming in front of me. The hell?

I slowly open my eyes, struggling to keep them open as the sun shines bright in my room.

Then I see a little small figure on the side of my bed, smiling like always. Marco.

"Hey champion! How are you doing?" I ask as he jumps on my bed and scoots closer to me. "The flight was tiring, but I'm happy now" He says and gives a wide smile. Poor baby.

"Oh I'm sorry, though I'm glad you're here now!" I say and he nods "Uncle J and Auntie Sil are here too, even Uncle A." He says and an excited feeling grows in me. Finally!!

"If you give me a minute I'll be downstairs ready to greet them, alright?" I ask and he nods getting up from my bed and running out of my room. Ugh to have the energy this kid has.

I get ready and leave my room, when suddenly an arm stops me in the middle of the hallway. I get pulled in a room and almost scream at the sudden movement, then I turn around and meet Blake.

"What the hell are you doing?" I almost yell at him and he grabs me, pinning me against the wall and covering my mouth with his hand. Even tho I hate him, his touch is everything.

"Shh, no need for words now." He says slowly getting his hand off my mouth as I stare at him in confusion. He shuts his eyes and leans his forehead against mine, his hands resting on the wall, at either side of me.

"They're downstairs waiting for me. I have to go." I say almost whispering and he opens his eyes, shaking his head no.

"When you leave this room, my lips won't ever taste yours again. When you walk out, we'll never be this close again. So let me taste those pretty sweet lips you have before you leave."

"Blake I-" He cuts me off by connecting his lips with mine. It feels like my lips are meant to stay connected with his, like they were deigned for each other.

He pulls away and slowly steps away from me, letting me breathe. It felt so warm around him.

I know what comes now. I leave the room and we never talk about this again. We forget what happened last night and today. But it's okay, we both know it's better off this way.

I walk to the door, stopping in front of it. Do I really want to leave? No. But I have to. So I open the door and walk out, without looking back because I know his look could make me stay.

I sigh and walk downstairs, feeling okay after all. Let's pretend nothing happened.

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