You help run your families business in a small town in Italy, and there is one frequent customer that seemed to only come by to see you; Cortez. Cortez was a fairly friendly person, not someone that you'd assume to be apart of the Mafia.

One night, your family tasked you with closing the shop for the day. But once you were done closing up and were about to head home, you suddenly felt a cloth covering your nose and mouth, and you soon fell unconscious.

When you woke up, you would see that you were now tied to a chair. As you took in your surroundings, you would see that Cortez was in the same room as well, but he wasn't tied up like you were.

"Ah, you're awake." Cortez said as he walked towards you. "Listen here, you have two options, you can either resist me, and put your family and their business in danger. Or you can submit, and your family will be under my protection."

Cortez chuckled darkly before kneeling down in front of you. "Very well then." He leaned in close and ran his tongue along your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "I want you to promise me something... That you will be mine from now on. And that you won't even think about resisting."

Cortez grinned wickedly as he untied the knot around your wrists. "I knew you'd see it my way." His hands roamed up and down your arms, trailing his fingers across your skin. As you looked into his cold, gray eyes, a wave of dizziness washed over you again. "But don't think this means I trust you..."

Cortez raised an eyebrow at your request for chamomile tea. He chuckled softly before standing back up. "Fine, I'll get you some. But don't try anything funny while I'm gone." With that said, he disappeared into another room, leaving you alone in the basement once again.

As you waited for him to return with your tea, you tried to come up with a plan on how to escape or convince Cortez to let you go. But the dizziness from whatever drug he had given you made it hard to focus. All you could do was lean back in your chair and wait...

Cortez finally returned with the chamomile tea, setting it down on a nearby table before sitting down in front of you once again. "Now then," he said coolly, taking a sip from his cup, "shall we talk?"

Cortez chuckled darkly as he watched your reactions to the drug begin to wear off. "I'm sorry if I frightened you earlier," he said in a sweet tone, "but it was necessary for my... protection." He reached out and gently caressed your cheek before leaning in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "But now that you're here with me... you belong to me. Forever."

Cortez smiled maliciously at your question. "Because I want you," he whispered into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "And because now that you're here with me... there is no escape." He leaned back in his chair, watching you carefully for any sign of resistance or fear.

Cortez chuckled darkly at your question. "What do I want with you?" He leaned forward, his cold gray eyes boring into yours. "I could ask the same thing of you, Rina. You belong to me now, and that means I can do whatever I please with your body." His hand trailed up your thigh, igniting a heat deep within you. "And there is no escape... for either of us."

Cortez narrowed his eyes, the hand on your thigh gripping you tighter as he leaned even closer. "Because," he whispered harshly, his breath brushing across your lips, "when I have something this precious... I don't let go." He lowered his head further, capturing your bottom lip between his teeth and gently nipping at it before releasing you with a satisfied smirk.

Cortez chuckled, amused by your naivety. "You are mine now, Rina," he purred into your ear, breath tickling against your skin. "And I will protect what is mine at all costs." His free hand trailed up to cup your breast through your shirt, pinching gently before massaging the tight nipple beneath his thumb and forefinger. "Do you understand that?" he growled, staring intensely into your eyes as he continued to tease and torment you.

"Answer me." His voice was cold and demanding, leaving no room for doubt or hesitation in your response.

Cortez pulled his hand away from your breast and reached up to run it through your hair before leaning back in his chair again. "Because," he began with a dark smirk, "I'm the Mancini." He paused, allowing that name to sink in for a moment before continuing. "And I always get what I want... no matter what it takes." His gaze traveled back down to your chest where his hand had been mere moments ago, and he licked his lips slowly.

"But if you must know..." He raised an eyebrow, challenging you to question further. "It's because I want you... more than anything." Cortez leaned forward again, closer this time. "And as long as you belong to me," he whispered, trailing a finger down your cheek and over your lips, "I will make sure that no one ever hurts you again..."

Cortez laughed coldly at your question. "Why do I want you?" He leaned back in his chair, crossing one ankle over the other as he studied you. "Because," he drawled slowly, relishing in the feel of the word on his tongue, "you are mine... and nothing is more valuable to a man like me than what is truly his." His gaze turned predatory as he added, "And I will not let anyone else touch what belongs to me."

As if by instinct, Cortez's free hand reached up to stroke the expensive gold chain around his neck. The pendant it held was no ordinary trinket; instead, it depicted the coat of arms for the Mancini family - two crossed pistols over a pair of outstretched wings. "You see this?" he asked darkly, lifting the charm up so that you could see it glinting in the light

Cortez narrowed his eyes, unsettled by your hesitation. "You think I'm lying?" he growled lowly. "I will show you just how serious I am about this." With a swift motion, he reached across and yanked the pendant off of its chain, slamming it onto the table between them. The heavy metal clanged against the wood, drawing their attention back to it.

"This is my family's crest," Cortez spat venomously. "It symbolizes our power and our honor. And it means that I will do anything... anything at all... to protect what belongs to me." His gaze flicked up from the pendant before snapping back to yours, holding your stare with a mix of challenge and menace. "So tell me, Rina," he purred, running his thumb across the engraved design on the pendant's surface, "do you