Chapter 2

• We came home that night talking and laughing but my happiness was shattered when I came around the corner to our apartment. There were two mean in suit outside our door with thick dark shades over their eyes. They guarded our door. I saw my father sigh regretfully and shake his head.
• The men let us in and inside there were at least five more men in suits with the same thick shades around the room. My mother was there crying when she saw me she threw herself on me and sobbed.
• "Mother, what's wrong?" I asked looking at her asked she dried her tears
• My father looked away.
• "What's all this?!" I demanded looking at him as Lina looked around confused and scared
• "You're coming with us." a man's voice said and I looked up
• A boy over 6 feet with a smooth thick Italian accent who was no more than nineteen was leaning on the kitchen counter looking at me with his hands in his pockets. He wasn't wearing a suit. He was in a blue shirt, white jeans and black shoes. His hair was jet black and really curly. He had cut the back of his hair low and it grew higher until he had a curly mass at the top if his head with blonde tips. His eyes were light blue but looked golden due to reflection.
• "I'm not going anywhere!" I yelled at him then turned to my parents "What's going on!?"
• "Royalty," my father said softly looking at me "I'm so sorry but we had no choice. We need money!"
• "What?!" I asked confused
• Needed money? We were happy with the normal amount of money. What the hell did I have to do with money?
• "W-w-we..." my mother stammered
• "They sold you over to us." the boy softly walking over to me
• He put an arm around my waist then tilted up my chin with his finger and stared sympathetically into my eye. His eyes were like a clear blue sea that captured you.
• "What? Sold? Money?" I asked choking on tears which started falling
• "Yes Royalty." the boy said "You're coming with me. I'm sorry but you have to. Let's get going. I'll explain all this to you later."
• "Hell NO!!" I shouted pushing him away "I'm not going anywhere with you! I don't even know you!"
• "I'm Cristiano. Cristiano Arivonese." the boy said "I'm sorry but we have to go."
• He motioned to two guards who grabbed me and I struggled to break free. I felt anger and pain growing in my heart.
• My parents sold me to unknown people for money?
• I felt tears rolling down the side of my face.
• How could they? I thought they were my parents?
• "I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY PARENTS?!" I yelled when they came outside crying as they dragged me away.
• I saw Cristiano hand then an envelope bulging with money and my father hesitated. He looked at me being dragged down the corridor then took the envelope from Cristiano.
• No way! The beast! His own daughters are being dragged away! Didn't he care?
• Cristiano smiled then came down after me. I was pulled all the way from our apartment down to the road where I limo was parked and two other guys stood. When they saw us coming one opened the door and the other got in the front seat ready to drive. I struggled but I was pushed in roughly before Cristiano got in and pulled a gun out his pocket and I shrank back in fear and pressed closer to the door and held tighter to Lina. The other men got in and we drove away. Cristiano looked at me with his eyes very intense and scary and I drew closer to the door in fear not taking my eyes of him and the gun.
• Please don't kill me!
• "Do you promise that no matter what you wouldn't tell anyone of where you're going and who you'll be with?" he asked with his accent much stronger "By the code of Omertá?"
• "Y-Y-Yes." I stammered wiping tears away but more came down "I promise. I promise. P-p-p-please let me go."
• "I'm sorry Royalty." Cristiano said sadly "That is something I can't do."
• I began to cry. I cried really hard. I was scared, terrified and most of all I was really confused. He looked at me sadly before taking out a handkerchief and putting it up to my face. I screamed even though the sound was muffled. I tried to pull his hand away from my face but he was really strong and I knew he wasn't using his full strength. I began to fell weak and dizzy and my vision began to get blurry and I began to see him in five different figures.
• What's happening to me? Why is he in six different places at one time?
• I tried to knock his hand away but my blows were weak. Finally I saw him as a blurry figure before everything went black and I collapse on the seat. I woke up a little while later with one splitting headache which restrained me from moving too fast in any direction. I tried to open my eyes but I realized I was blindfolded. I tried to move my hands but I they were tied tightly together. I began to cry silently and tried to keep calm. I heard the mean talking so I knew they were still around. The vehicle came to a stop and a hand untied the blindfold.
• I looked around.
• No way! Miami's Airport! Where the heck are we going?
• "Where are we going?" I asked frightened as we parked at the back of the airport and I saw a large black jet with the same men in suits and shades waiting for us.
• "Off to Italy bambina." Cristiano answered me smiling "Italy is like New York city now so it's not that ancient anymore so you won't miss home so much."
• "I-Italy?" I asked in surprise "What? Why? Why am I tied up?"
• "So you won't escape." Cristiano answered
• "I'm not so dumb to do that after seeing the gun." I said looking away "I don't want to get shot. Please untie me."