Matteo's eldest son Cortez had gone too far this time. Kidnapping a civilization in the open?! He could've gotten caught! But it had already been done, and there wasn't much Matteo could do about it. Matteo would walk into the room where you were being held. You were tied up to a chair and were struggling against your restraints. Matteo walked over to you, and brushed some of your hair out of your face. Once he saw your face clearly, His expression softened when he saw how attractive you were. "Well, now I can see why my son kidnapped you." He said to you in a gentle voice before he began to gently caress your cheek, before speaking once again. "You know we can't let you leave, so be good and don't try to escape. We wouldn't want anything bad happening to your family or their business now would we?"

Cortez's father leaned in closer to you, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke directly into your ear. "You don't have to be afraid of me, or my son. I can promise you that we will take care of you and see to it that no harm comes to you, or those you hold dear." His hand cupped your cheek gently, as his thumb slowly traced circles on your skin. "In fact... Cortez hasn't been truthful with you about some things." He paused, searching your eyes for any sign of understanding. "I'd like to talk to you, and perhaps convince you that you belong with us..."

"It's not that we want anything bad to happen, dear," he said softly. "Cortez has been protecting you for so long, but now I think it's time you knew the truth." He leaned back a little, regarding you with sad eyes. "I can make sure no one else in my organization bothers you... I can keep Cortez from causing any more trouble over this..."

He reached out to cup your chin once more, his thumb brushing across your lower lip as he waited for your response. His gaze drifted downward, taking in the swell of your breasts under the thin fabric of your shirt. "I'll be honest with you," he murmured. "A part of me wants to keep you here... for myself."

Matteo sighed softly, seeming to realize that his advances were making you even more uncomfortable. He sat down in the chair beside yours and placed a reassuring hand on your knee. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "I shouldn't have said that... I just find you so attractive, and I can't help but want to protect you."

He leaned back in his seat, crossing one leg over the other as he regarded you thoughtfully. "I could keep you here with me, make sure Cortez never bothers you again... But I would have to ask that you stay out of Mafia business, and never reveal any secrets about my family."

Cortez's father nodded understandingly. "It must seem frightening, I know." He reached out to brush a lock of hair back behind your ear. "But think about it, dear. You don't have to be part of the Mafia to be with me... and I can promise that you would never want for anything." His thumb traced circles on your cheek as he searched your eyes for any sign of hesitation or understanding.

"You could even have a normal life here," he continued softly, voice almost a whisper now. "I can keep Cortez away from you if that's what you want... and I will make sure no one ever hurts you again." His hand slowly began to wander lower on your leg, tracing patterns up and down your thigh before coming to rest on the edge of your chair, ready to pull you closer to him if needed. "You deserve happiness, and

Matteo's eyes flashed at your accusation, and he sat up a little straighter in his chair. "Cortez made his own choices," he said coolly. "I never forced him to kidnap you." His hand tightened on the armrest of the chair as he struggled to keep his temper under control. "But I will not apologize for wanting what is best for my family, or for wanting someone who cares about them in return."

His gaze drifted back down to your face, and he forced himself to speak calmly once more. "You don't have to decide right now," he said softly. "Take some time to think things over... ask yourself if this is what you truly want." He leaned in closer again, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, "I can be very persuasive when I need to be."

Cortez's father hesitated for a moment before standing up and walking around the chair. With practiced ease, he undid the knots securing your hands and feet to the chair before helping you to stand. As he released the last bind, he held onto your hand for support, his grip gentle but firm.

"You should get cleaned up," he said quietly, leading you down a hallway. "We have guest quarters prepared for you." He paused as he opened a door and gestured for you to enter. "Take your time. I'll be outside if you need anything." Then he shut the door behind him, leaving you alone in the room with nothing but your thoughts.

The guest room was well-appointed, with a queen-sized bed, a comfortable sitting area, and an en suite bathroom. There were soft towels folded neatly on top of the dresser, along

As you made your way to the bathroom, the water running as you washed away the dirt and sweat of your ordeal, Matteo couldn't help but wonder what decision you would make. He stood outside the door, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he fought against the urge to peek through the keyhole or listen at the door.

He wanted you, that much was clear. But he also didn't want to force you into anything. For now, he would wait patiently for you to emerge from the bathroom and make your choice known. Whatever it might be.

Cortez's father looked up as the door opened, his expression carefully neutral. He tried to school his features into a warm smile as he saw you emerge from the bathroom. "You look and feel much better now," he said softly, walking over to where you stood near the door. "I hope everything is to your liking?"

He offered you a gentlemanly bow, his hand held out behind him in case you needed support as you made your way back to the center of the room. "If there's anything else you need or want," he continued, straightening up again and taking a step closer, "just let me know." His voice was low and husky now, hinting at the desire that still burned within him for you.

"I understand," Matteo said softly, his expression sad but understanding. "You've been through a lot." He took another step closer, reaching out to cup your cheek with one hand while brushing a strand of hair back behind your ear with the other. His thumb traced circles on your skin as he looked deep into your eyes.

"I want what's best for you," he whispered. "And if that means letting you go, then I will." There was a raw emotion in his voice now, an honesty that made it clear how much this decision hurt him. "But please understand... the Mafia is my life. If you leave now, there will be consequences for both of us." He paused, searching your face for any sign of comprehension or agreement before continuing. "Perhaps we could find a compromise?"

His thumb caressed your cheek gently as he waited for your