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?"

A soft smile formed on Matteo's lips at your response, and he leaned in closer to you, his touch becoming more sensual as he caressed your cheek, and then traced the line of your jaw with his thumb. His breath was warm against your ear when he spoke. "That's a good girl." He purred, enjoying the power dynamics between them. "Now, since you're going to be staying here for a while," he continued, running his fingers through your hair, "I think it would only be fair if I made sure that you were comfortable... and maybe even entertained." His grip on your hair tightened slightly as he guided you to look at him, meeting your eyes. "What do you say?"

There was a hunger in his gaze, a need for dominance and submission that he found irresistible in you. But despite the power dynamic, there was also a protectiveness in those obsidian eyes, as if he truly cared for your well-being while wanting to possess you completely.

Cortez's father chuckled softly, amused by your demands yet pleased to hear them nonetheless. He moved to stand in front of you, and slowly began to untie the binds around your wrists. The gentle touch of his fingers sent shivers down your spine as he carefully freed each hand, taking his time to make sure it was done properly. Once your hands were finally loose, Matteo reached out and gripped them both in one strong hold. "There you go," he whispered, lacing his voice with tenderness. "Now, just relax and enjoy the attention." His gaze locked with yours as he slowly began to caress your bound wrists up and down, eliciting a shiver from deep within you. "Tell me what else I can do for you," he breathed against your ear, his lips grazing the sensitive skin just behind it, sending another wave of desire coursing through your body. "I want to make sure that everything you need is taken care of."

His touch was firm yet gentle, possessive yet comforting. It was as if he were branding you as his, claiming you as his prize, even though technically speaking, you weren't his at all. But for now, with Matteo holding your hands in his and showering you with attention, it felt real - too

The mafia boss nodded, taking your requests to heart. He leaned away from you for a moment to grab a glass of water and bring it back. Placing the cool liquid against your lips, he tilted your head back gently so that you could drink without spilling. "There you go," he murmured once you'd finished, wiping any stray drops from your chin with his thumb.

Before you could ask for anything else, Matteo leaned in closer to press a soft kiss against your forehead, the tip of his nose grazing the skin between your eyes as he breathed in deeply. The feel of his warm breath on your face sent shivers down your spine, making your heart race with anticipation and need. "Now," he whispered, his voice husky from desire, "I'll see what I can do about getting you something to eat."

With a final squeeze of your hands before letting go, Matteo rose to his feet and exited the room, leaving you alone for a moment. But he would be back soon enough, eager to tend to your every need... and perhaps indulge in some of his own desires as well.

As Matteo left the room, you couldn't help but feel a strange mix of anticipation and unease wash over you. His touch was both comforting and possessive, his words filled with tenderness yet hinted at something darker beneath the surface. It was an intoxicating combination that made your body respond in ways it hadn't before.

Time seemed to stretch out as you waited for him to return, your thoughts drifting between fear of what he might do and hopefulness that he would keep caring for you like this. The chair creaked softly as you shifted in your seat, still feeling slightly off-balance from having been tied up so tightly earlier.

Finally, the door opened once more and Matteo reentered the room, a tray of food in hand. He set it down on a nearby table before moving back to stand before you. His expression was soft yet focused, almost as if he were studying your reaction to everything that had transpired so far.

"Here," he said simply, taking hold of one of the chair's arms and adjusting its position so that it faced him more comfortably. "Eat up." There was a note of command in his voice this time, but somehow it only made you feel more desired and protected. As if despite the power dynamics at play, Matteo truly cared for your well-being

As you hiccupped, Matteo found himself amused by your eagerness to eat the food. He smiled warmly at you and walked around the chair, coming to a stop behind it so that his chest was pressed against your back. "There's no need to rush," he murmured softly into your ear, one hand resting on your abdomen as the other stroked up and down your arm in soothing circles.

He could feel the rapid rhythm of your breath against his chest as you continued to hiccup, and it sent a shiver through him. The softness of your body pressed against his was intoxicating, making it difficult for him to keep his focus on anything other than how good it felt to have you so close.

"That's it," he whispered, his lips brushing against the delicate skin just behind your ear. "Just take a deep breath in and hold it... and then slowly let it out." His fingers continued their gentle massage up and down your arm, synchronizing with his instruction as he tried to calm you down. It was an oddly intimate gesture coming from such a powerful man, but there was something about being near you that made him want to take care of you in this way.

After several long moments, the hiccups finally subsided, leaving you breathing steadily once more. "There

The sudden intrusion of Cortez into the room was like a cold blast of air, chilling the heat that had been building between you and Matteo. You felt a sharp pain in your shoulders as Cortez roughly yanked you out of the chair, and stumbled forward, barely keeping your balance on legs that had gone numb from sitting still for so long.

As your vision slowly adjusted to the light once more, you saw Cortez glaring at his father with anger in his eyes, his hands balled into fists at his sides. Matteo stood a step behind him, his expression unreadable as he watched the confrontation unfold between father and son. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife.

"Cortez," Matteo began softly, taking a step forward to stand next to you. "You know we can't just let her go." His voice was calm but firm, speaking both as a father reprimanding his son and as the head of the Mafia reminding one of his underlings of their place in the hierarchy.

Cortez scowled at his father, but said nothing for several long moments. Finally, he turned to look at you, hate blazing in his eyes. "I don't care what you say," he growled through clenched teeth. "You aren'

The air between you and Cortez crackled with tension as he turned his glare to you, clearly consumed by his anger. Your heart raced in your chest as he took a step closer, towering over you despite being several inches shorter than Matteo. His breath was hot against your face when he spoke again, his words sharp and harsh. "You think I don't care about you? You think I wouldn't want to keep you safe?"

His accusations stung, but even as they did, there was a part of you that understood where they came from. His love for you was real, twisted and misguided perhaps, but undeniable all the same. The fact that he cared so much made it even harder to resist him, even knowing how dangerous he could be.

You took a shaky breath, trying to steady your nerves as you met his gaze. "Cortez," you began, your voice barely more than a whisper, "I know you love me." The words seemed to hang in the air between them for what felt like an eternity, weighted down by all the unspoken feelings and secrets they carried with them.

Finally, Cortez took another step closer, his expression softening slightly as he studied your face. His fingers reached up to trace the line of your jaw before gently brushing a

As Cortez dragged you outside, Matteo's expression shifted from concern to something darker and more dangerous. The tension in the air was palpable, the knowledge of what could happen next pressing down on everyone like a leaden weight. You felt Cortez's grip on your hand tightening as he pulled you along, his face set in a grim mask of determination.

The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of pink and orange as it sank behind the buildings that lined the street. The cool evening air caressed your skin, a welcome relief from the tension that coursed through your veins. As you were dragged across the pavement, small stones and pieces of debris digging into your knees and palms, you fought back tears of frustration and fear.

Cortez didn't stop until he reached his car, unlocked it with a click of his remote, and roughly shoved you inside before climbing in after you. He started the engine, and pulled out onto the street without another word. You sat there, trembling, your heart racing as you wondered what he intended to do next.

As Cortez drove through the quiet streets, a sense of foreboding settled over you like a heavy blanket. His grip on the steering wheel was tight, his jaw cl

His grip on the steering wheel tightened, knuckles white from the strain as Cortez struggled to control his emotions. His jaw clenched and unclenched with each ragged breath he took, teeth grinding together in frustration. The car swerved slightly as he swore under his breath, barely aware of your terrified gaze fixed on him from the passenger seat.

The silence between you was deafening, filled only by the sound of your labored breathing and the rumble of the engine. It seemed like hours passed before Cortez finally spoke, his voice hoarse with anger and desperation. "Why do you think he let you stay alive, huh? Why?"

You knew he was referring to Matteo, but it didn't matter. The question cut straight through you, hitting a nerve that you hadn't even known existed until now. Tears welled up in your eyes as you fought back the sobs that threatened to escape your throat. "I- I don't know," you stammered, your voice barely audible over the roar of the road.

Cortez let out a harsh laugh, more like a bitter cough. "Of course you don't." He spat, his anger finally reaching its breaking point. With one swift motion, he whipped his

"Nice?" Cortez spat the word out like it was an insult, his grip on the wheel tightening even further. "He's using you!" The accusation sent another jolt of pain through your heart, making it feel like it was tearing in two. "He's just playing with you!"

The car slowed down as Cortez spoke, almost coming to a stop at the red light before he realized where they were and hit the gas again. But even though his speed picked up once more, there was no mistaking the rage still simmering beneath the surface of his voice. "Don't you see that? He doesn't care about you! He just wants to own you!"

Tears streamed down your face as you struggled to form a response. It hurt to hear Cortez say such things, even though on some level, you knew they might be true. The light turned green and the car sped up again, but Cortez ignored it, lost in his anger.

"Why do you think he let me kidnap you?" He demanded, glancing briefly at you before fixing his gaze back on the road ahead.

Cortez laughed bitterly, the sound harsh in your ears. "No," he said between breaths, shaking his head slowly from side to side. "That's just what he wants you to think." His expression darkened as his gaze flickered back toward you for a brief moment before returning to the road. "He let me kidnap you because he knew it would bring us together."

The car slowed to a stop at another red light, and Cortez took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. But the anger still coursed through him like a wildfire, making it impossible for him to think clearly. "He did this," he said, his voice softening as his expression turned pleading, "because he wants me to fight for you."

The words hung in the air between them, heavy with meaning. You could see the conflict raging within Cortez's eyes; the desire to possess you and keep you safe warring against the need to prove himself to his father. It was a battle that seemed impossible to win, no matter which side he chose.

As the light turned green again, Cortez slowly pressed down on the accelerator, guiding the car back into motion. The silence continued to press in on you from all sides, growing more unbearable with each passing moment. You didn't know what to say or do; every choice seemed to lead

The silence stretched on, heavy and oppressive like a leaden blanket covering the car. You struggled to find your voice amidst the confusion and fear that churned within you, tears streaming down your face. Cortez drove aimlessly through the quiet streets, lost in his own turmoil as he wrestled with the knowledge that had been revealed to him.

Despite the distance between them, you could feel his gaze on you, burning into your skin like a brand. It was possessive and hungry, but also filled with anguish and despair. You couldn't help but wonder if this was how it would always be for him: torn between his love for you and his duty to his family, caught in the web of obligations that stretched back generations.

As the city streets blurred together in a sea of neon lights and fading memories, Cortez pulled the car over to the curb, coming to a stop beside a darkened alleyway. He turned off the engine, but left the headlights on, casting a soft glow over your tear-streaked face. Without a word, he reached out and wiped away one of your tears with his thumb, tracing the line of your cheekbone as he did so. It was a gentle gesture that belied the raw emotion swirling beneath its surface.

Cortez led you through the darkness of the alley, his steps slow and deliberate as if he were moving through water instead of air. The faint glow from the city streets overhead cast shadows that danced across your skin, like ethereal fingers caressing and teasing. His hands remained at your sides, barely touching you yet somehow imprinting their presence on every inch of your body.

The house he brought you to was modest by mafia standards; a small, cozy dwelling nestled amidst a neatly kept garden that seemed almost alien compared to the harsh reality of their lives. He ushered you inside, closing the door behind them with an almost reverent quiet. Once they were alone, he turned to face you, searching your expression for any hint of what you might be thinking or feeling in this surreal moment.

Slowly, as if every movement was a carefully orchestrated dance step, Cortez reached up and cupped your cheek in his hand. His thumb caressed your skin, tracing the outline of your jaw before moving lower to graze the fullness of your bottom lip. "Tell me," he breathed, his voice low and velvet soft against your ear. "Do you want this? Or is it all just a game to you?" His gaze held yours, unwavering and intense as if d

His grip on your cheek tightened for the briefest of moments, his expression a conflicted mix of desire and relief. "You can't live without me," he repeated, testing the words against your lips as he spoke them. There was a note of wonder in his voice that both thrilled you and made you tremble with anticipation.

With careful deliberation, Cortez lowered his hand from your face, trailing his fingers down your neck, over the smooth skin of your shoulder, and then along the line of your arm. His touch was light and feather-soft, yet it sent shockwaves through you, making your entire body tingle in anticipation. "I don't understand," he whispered against your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "Why me?"

Slowly, ever so slowly, Cortez pulled back, stepping away from you to put a small amount of distance between your bodies. His gaze never left yours as he surveyed your features, searching for some hidden clue that might explain the connection they shared. But there was nothing but desire and need in your eyes, and it only served to confuse him further.

The space between you felt unbearable, like a void that needed to be filled with the heat of his touch. Cortez closed the small gap, moving back in until their bodies were pressed together once more