Chapter 1

• ***DELTA'S POV***
• "Delta Anne Romano, I wasn't asking for your opinion. I am coming to get you out of there and we are going to the club," Jake says and the line goes dead.
• What the fuck? I didn't even have the time to argue with his ass.
• Since I got home from school, Jake has been ranting about this club I must visit. Well, I guess it is time I went somewhere to cool my head.
• Two hours later and Jake is pulling up at the curb of some expensive club.
• EDEN.
• At the name of the club, I swirl my head at my best friend of forever and my eyes widen in shock.
• "We can't afford this place," I cry out at him.
• Chuckling, he says, "Yes we can. It is a welcome home from me, Delta. Now, let's go and have fun,"
• A valet opens my door and the gust of evening air washes through me, causing me to shiver lightly. Something was off about this place or I was just being paranoid about coming here tonight.
• Jake walks towards me, his 5'9m showing off over my petite 5'1m.
• The heels are ridiculous and it only adds two fake inches to my height. Jake's warm hands wrap around mine as he leads me into the club.
• "Have fun, baby. We will leave if this place doesn't work for you," he mutters and kisses me across the cheeks.
• I nod and inside the club, I liberate myself when the first shot glass burns my throat, the alcohol stinking.
• "I see a man at that end winking at me, Delta, I have to go and say Hi," Jake says and sashays away, his knee-level boots killing the floor.
• My best friend is gay. When he told me, we were sixteen and when I told him he had my support, it only solidified our friendship.
• Six years later we are now thick as thieves.
• *
• I am on my seventh shot glass when the alcohol hits me hard. I have danced all night and my feet are swollen and they hurt.
• Jake left with the man he hit on sometime after that and I didn't hesitate releasing myself, enjoying the club.
• "HEY PRINCESS!" a dark voice blurts out in my ears.
• Startled and drunk, I step forward and my body crashes with a human brick.
• "Oh fuck, sorry, I didn't see you," I giggle softly.
• "Can we buy you a drink?" another guy asks and I turn around to see five pairs of eyes staring at me.
• The guys can't be above twenty-five years, they have the frat boys' jackets on, and my stomach knots.
• "I am fine. I will just..." I slur my words and blink, fighting hard to keep my sanity.
• "Yes, it is then," one of the five guys says and a glass is pushed into my hands.
• I knock it down and then another. I don't know how many shot glasses these guys gave me but I was blind and tired.
• "Want to dance, Princess?" that same dark voice called to me and I nodded.
• I danced, throwing my hands in the air, and moving my body to the flow of the music. This moment was freeing. I was me again, not a doormat for my Uncle Romano.
• It was just me. Twenty-one and taking the first step at tasting freedom.
• My body was shaking and the men I had not even acquainted with started touching me.
• At first, I thought it was the excess alcohol, and I cussed for taking too much but when a bulge pressed against my butt, I pushed hard.
• "Don't do that," I slurred out.
• "You little cunt, we are going to do you good, why don't you come with us?" the dark voice says tugging my hand towards an exit.
• My brain is still processing danger. I am the niece of the most important Mafia group, I can't go with random people.
• "No!" I say firmly, but I can barely keep my eyes open.
• Slumping forward, the dizziness that hit me was one I couldn't resist.
• When I force my eyes open, I am being lifted on one of the frat boy's shoulders.
• "Heh! Put me down," I shout. Or I think I shout.
• "LET'S GO!" one of the men says.
• "I WILL DISTRACT THE GUARDS," another frat boy says.
• Their words are getting mixed up in my head. I am about to be kidnapped in a club and no one is going to step up for me.
• "PUT HER DOWN!" I hear someone say.
• I fight against blackness, I can only hear and it is ringing sounds in my ears.
• "ARE YOU DEAF?" more words penetrate my haze.
• I feel like I am falling and then, a strong pair of arms lift me bridal style. I nuzzle into the man's arms, my hands clutching at his neck in case he lets me go.
• Hard chest, smells like Apple spice and smoke.
• Jeez, Delta, you are having a bad dream.
• Relaxing, I let sleep take control over me. As if my body knew it was safe... For now.
• **
• I startle when lights shine through the cracks of a window. Frowning, I open my eyes to a room with white and burgundy decorations.
• It screamed maleness. And the smell of Apple spice hits me. Jerking forward, nausea hits me.
• This isn't my room.
• Sliding down the bed, one hand clutches my stomach and the next covers my mouth.
• A strong pair of hands wraps around my waist and I am being propelled faster until I enter a door that opens to a bathroom.
• I barely made it before I crashed on my knees, vomiting. My head aches, and as I puke, I open my eyes, tears running down my cheeks as I gasp for air, vomiting even more.
• "Get it all out, Tesoro," the thick Italian accent pierces my ears and I freeze.
• Slowly, very slowly, I turn around and my eyes meet with a half-dressed man. He had black pants on and his chest was bare.
• Tattoos carved his midsection up to his neck. Fuckkkkk! A fucking neck tattoo.
• My hungover was slightly gone as I took this man in.
• A man I just woke up in his bed, in his room and I didn't even know how that happened.
• "I... I... Uhm... Ehhm..." I stutter like an idiot.
• "For starters, Good morning, Tesoro," he greets and a fresh wave of nausea hits me.
• Turning, I puke, my nerves spiking at the man behind me.
• 'Delta, you sure are in a fucking mess now,' I cuss at myself silently.