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"Every damn thing in this life come with a price, Mia amata {My beloved}" he ran his fingertips on her cheek, his icy blue orbs peering into her own.

"Your reasons why I'm being held captive here?" She inquired, her eyes holding nothing but fear in them. This wasn't the man she knew, this one is totally different - A Mafia 

"You left me at my worst, you ruined me. Now, it's my turn to do so, Mia amata" he said slowly, a cruel expression on his face.

"I'm sorry…" a low whisper tore out of her lips but he let out a laughter, one which didn't seemed to reach his eyes.

"It's too late… Too late, Mi amata" his voice rang back in her ears a million times and a tear slipped down her cheek.

•••••••••

Adriana Regio never expected herself to fall into the hands of one of the most feared Mafia bosses in Italy - Don Riccardo Moretti. 

Mafia's were the top leading in wealth and everything. They were feared by all and peasants never wished to cross parts with them. That was Adrianna's case too.

But, her case was entirely different in another way. She wasn't sold, bought or anything, but she was held captive to pay for a crime she committed years ago. 

A crime that haunted her every night, and even though she was held captive by the man she once loved, she couldn't bring herself to tell him a secret she harbored greatly in her heart.

"He's our Daddy?" ~ Emeliano questioned.

"Not exactly what I expected, he's not my spec" ~ Emelio retorted.

The Don's Desire

"Anyone who dares lay their hands on this woman here will have to face my wrath. Perché è la mia donna! {Because she's my woman!}" Riccardo claimed right in front of his subordinates. His voice was so possessive that Adriana wondered if she heard him right.

She blinked her eyes rapidly as she stared up at him. He wasn't staring at her, he was staring at the mobsters, his eyes sending warnings not to ever lay their hands on her.

Her eyes were still wide as she stared at him. Did he just claim her in front of his…?

The mobsters exchanged glances amongst themselves in surprise. They were shocked at the revelation but no one dared uttered a word.

Ambra, who was still sitting on the floor, gripped her arm which Riccardo had shot tight. Riccardo firing the gun at her all because of a woman meant one thing. She wasn't just an ordinary woman - She's his Donna.

DONNA