Riccardo and Lorenzo have been asking me question after question while Vincenzo has been staring at his phone.

He's probably reading through something about work or he might even be talking to other women.

I don't know who he is talking to and I don't really care, it's none of my business.

If he is talking to other women then he can be my guest, if he likes someone else then he will forget all about me.

He hasn't really paid attention to me ever since he told me his age and it kind of makes me feel weird.

For a reason I know not, I want him to talk to me.

It's like his brother and Riccardo are the ones who practically demanded my father to hand me over when in actual reality, he's the one who wants me here.

"Why am I here?" I ask before I can even process the words.

Riccardo and Lorenzo look at each other for a second before staring at me through he rearview mirror.

I don't think they know the reason so they are as curious as I am.

Vincenzo looks up from his phone for a short second before smiling. He tucks his phone away in the pocket inside the coat of his dark maroon suit and turns his attention to me.

There is something about his eyes, they just don't fit with his features.

It's like his eyes don't belong on his face. They hold no emotion nor any life in them. They don't glow with joy or hardened with seriousness.

His hazel eyes are dull and empty, they seem fake, just like his brother's light hazel eyes. Their eyes don't suit them, they just do not.

"Because I want you here," he answers my question, but he isn't really giving me the answer I want.

"Why?"

He groans lowly for some reason and places his hand on my lower thigh. My eyes snap down to his hand hand as it stays motionless on my lower thigh.

"Bella, you are here because I like you and I want you by my side for as long as I breathe," he states with a serious, cold look on his face.

"Excuse me?" I cough, shocked that he just said something like that. "You know nothing of me as I also know nothing of you," I state while folding my arms.

This man has clearly lost his mind.

He gently and slowly rubs his thumb over the skin of my lower thigh, not trying to move it any higher than that.

I should have worn a pair of jeans and not these stupid shorts.

"Then I'll get to know you and you the same," he says calmly and I narrow my eyes at him.

He stops rubbing my thigh and I miss the sensation for a short second, but I quickly brush that thought away.

He leans closer to my head so his lips are hovering over my ear. Riccardo and Lorenzo watch this little interaction through the rearview mirror with big eyes.

I guess Vincenzo isn't the type to like someone, let alone a girl.

He's probably bored and this is his sick way of getting some entertainment.

His hot breath runs down my neck and I fight the urge to react in any visible manner. "I always get what I want." He lips graze over my ear and I swallow all of my raging hormones.

"You are what I want Nyx and I will have you," he whispers into my ear.

His lips gently graze over my ear again and my body shudders, failing to keep all of my emotions contained.

He smiles next to my head, his lips still touching my ear. "You can't even resist me," he mutters, his hand moving up my thigh.

His finger dip underneath the opening of my shorts, slowly grazing my skin. He lightly chuckles before pulling away from my head. He removes his hand from my thigh.

My stomach turns and twists with all these weird emotions.

My eyes snap up to the rearview mirror and Riccardo and Lorenzo look away from my eyes.

The car ride soon becomes quiet and I dare not to break the silence again. Vincenzo's phone rings and he pulls it out of his pocket.

A picture of blonde woman pops up along with her name at the top of the screen and I curiously wait to see what he's going to do.

His hand finds its way to my lower thigh again and he gently rubs it with his thumb as he presses the decline button for the call with his other hand.

He taps on a different app and opens one of the documents that I can't read the title to. I feel like if I were to ask about the call, he would keep quiet or tell me off.

His hand suddenly tightens around my lower thigh when his phone pings. He soon loosens his grip on my thigh and gets back to rubbing small circles on it.

I don't even know what to say about what's going on right now.

I know nothing good about this man, just all the bad I've heard from the streets. No one from my neighbourhood likes him nor his brothers.

They have more power than the common thugs and gangsters roaming this city and this makes those wannabe bigshot gangsters and thugs angry.

From the deepest depths of the underworld, a new leader took the throne. He took over New York city in a matter of weeks then the entire of New York in a matter of months.

No one has ever seen someone like this and many have tried to get dethrone him, but he's too powerful, too strong, too smart.

The leading gangs were either wiped out for not accepting the change that fell onto the city or they were brought down to their knees and now work for him.

I didn't think he actually existed, but the constant chatter on the streets made me believe that he does.

When the new King of the underworld was crowned all hell broke loose.

He's been controlling the entire state for the past four years and it doesn't look like he's going anywhere anytime soon.

To me organised crime was something I'd read in a book, not someone's actual daily routine. I didn't think it existed, but when the King took over, my thoughts were proven wrong.

The King, the man dubbed as Hades, is the head of his family and the entire Sicilian Mafia, better known as the Italian Mafia to other people.

He doesn't bat an eye when he takes a life.

And the King, Hades himself, is currently quietly sitting next to me.

Vincenzo 'Hades' Emilio Martinelli is the King of the underworld. And now the King wants me to be by his side until he takes his final breathe.

Fuck.

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