I gasped and shot upright when I felt cold, freezing water hit my skin. "What the fuck is wrong with you?! You fucking psychopath!" I moved the soaking hair sticking in my forehead.

After I found out I actually hacked into a Mafia Assassin agency that actually trains the children of important figures in the mafia, I was drugged again and now I have my clothes sticking to my body. Hallelujah...

"I prefer creative." Valentino scoffed throwing the bucket at the other side of the room. "Get up and come with me."

I felt like someone was banging on my head. "You guys really need to stop drugging me, after all I'm innocent."

"Yeah, we'll figure that out right now. Hurry up and stand up."

I opened my eyes and it was until now I noticed the lights were on. I looked at him and almost passed out again by how fine this man was.

He was wearing black slacks and a white button-up shirt. His sleeves were folded until forearm showing some tattoos that adorned his skin. The first buttons of his shirt were open leaving exposed some tattoos that were on his chest. His hair was jet black and was messily brushed. His jawline was sharp and he towered over me adding to his intimidating persona and I almost died when his grey eyes met my green ones.

His eyes were dark and held no emotion, there were just blank, grey.

If I die, it'll be by the hands of the hottest mobster on earth.

I coughed and crossed my arms and stood up complying since he had a gun strapped on him. "Where are we going?"

Valentino grabbed my upper arm and he dragged me out the room. "Try something and I won't hesitate to shoot you."

I rolled my eyes and looked around. We clearly weren't in a house, chandeliers hanged on the ceiling and different kind of guns were strapped on the wall for me to adore. There were also other weapons but what caught my attention were the daggers beautifully designed to perfection. We were in some sort of base.

I didn't even realize when Valentino let go of his hold on me because I was to busy admiring the art. I looked around and I saw myself alone, well not alone since a lot of other people were passing by eyeing me up with intimidating glances.

I walked through the hall and turned a corner and I immediately bumped into a person and I stumbled backwards, I looked up and met the same guy that was on the bench near by my apartment. My eyes widened in shock while his we're narrowed.

"You fucking bitch." I spat lunging at him, he quickly took out his gun and aimed it at my forehead. The cold metal pressed against my forehead making me clench my fist at my side.

"I left you alone for 1 minute and you're already causing trouble." His deep voice resonated behind me making me turn around and plaster a fake smile on my face as he raised an eyebrow.

"Not my fault, you abandoned me." I scoffed.

"Already obsessed?" He said turning around expecting me to follow him. I ran behind him with curly headed guy following still having his gun raised at me.

I laughed, "Obsessed with you? You don't even impress me." I scoffed trailing behind him. He didn't even laugh or mutter a word. I looked towards his pants where his gun was strapped, it was a glock 19. I furrowed my eyebrows when a saw a name carved into the gun.

Melissa.

I didn't even notice when he stopped walking and I walked straight as I bumped into him. He froze and he turned around slowly as he towered over me. "Did you learn how to walk?" He spat looking at me with furrowed eyebrows.

I scoffed crossing my arm over my chest. "You were standing in my way."

He started walking towards me as I took steps back. "Get one thing in your thick skull, cagna. I do the orders here not you, okay? I don't care if you think you're smart with that mouth of yours. Don't disrespect me, remember who the fuck you're talking to." He spat, his accent was more prominent now and that barely made me understand what he was saying.

He grabbed my arm and threw me into a room. The room was filled with bodyguards and there was an old man standing in the middle. His grey hair was gelled back and he wore a suit just like Valentino. He looked mid-fifties and he had brown eyes, wrinkles adorned his face.

"Sit." He ordered mentioning the chair that was in front of his wooden desk. I complied huffing and sat down, sinking in the chair. He raised a eyebrow looking at how I was seated but he shook his head and folded his hands in front of him.

Valentino walked beside the old guy and stayed there staring at me. Just staring.

I scowled, "What?"

I heard a deep chuckle resonate from his throat as he leaned down towards me. "Athena. Athena Castillo, 20 year old female, famous hacker known as Error 69, Both parents deceased, tell me why my hacker found you stealing information, Mafia information?"

Oh fuck, they know it's me. I didn't know I was messing with the mafia. I'm so dead.

I smiled and leaned forward, "Nice to meet ya." I said extending my hand towards him. Valentino slapped my hand away making me furrow my eyebrows. "Rude much?"

"Athena." The man said sternly making me compose myself and look at him.

"Okay, I'll stop but how?"

The man looked at Valentino letting him respond. Valentino chuckled, "Considering that we found your location and you live there. It's not hard for me to find what I need. Now it's your decision to put your part in these question and then I'll see if I kill you or not, depends on your collaboration."

"What happens if you don't kill me? Will I go back home?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

The old guy answered my question, "Believe it or not, you are remarkably very smart. You could be helpful in some way. With your extraordinary hacking we could use."

I looked at him in shock, no way I'm helping the Mafia.

"Or we kill you if you don't agree."

Ok I guess I'm helping.

"But first, I want to know why you hacked into our agency." The old man argued staring at me intently with his dead eyes.

I stayed silent checking my nails but then I felt the cold metal press against my temple. "Answer the damn question." Valentino growled pressing the gun harder against me.

"Okay fine." I paused sighing. "I just wanted to, I guess...? I don't really know. I help the FBI to get rid of people like you." I spat looking directly at Valentino. "Now, that I answered, tell me where the fuck I am."

A smirk formed on Valentino's lips making me narrow my eyes.

"Your in Italy, principessa."