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Dangerous World

"Are you still unwilling to come with me, or should I point the gun at your parents?" he asked menacingly, his voice cold.

"Annabelle you should go with him right now. Stop being stubborn. This is the best way to stay alive." Her mom whispered as she stared at her daughter, who was proving to be so strong headed.

"Fine," Annabelle muttered audibly. Tears stung at the back of her eyes, but she forced them back, refusing to let them fall. She balled her hands into fists, her knuckles turning white with the effort. Her heart pounded in her chest as the fear and anger swirled inside her. Slowly, he lowered the gun from her head, a smug smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Annabelle took a shaky breath, trying to steady herself, knowing that this was only the beginning of her ordeal.

Even as she went up to her room to get her luggage, two bodyguards were assigned to follow her, so she couldn't escape even if she now really wanted too.

She hugged her mom and dad goodbye, holding them tightly. She wasn't sure when she would see them again, if ever.

Stepping outside, she turned and took one last look at her parents' mansion, the home she had lived in for so many years. A tear nearly slipped down her face, but she held it back. She didn’t want this arrogant guy to see her cry. She walked away from the house and toward his car, the unending presence of his bodyguards still behind her. She hissed loudly before settling into the plush seats of the sleek black car.

The handsome man, whom she had learned was named Riccardo, sat beside her.

"You silly Lunatic. Why are you here now? Is there not enough space for you in other cars of yours, you Jerk!" Annabelle grumbled angrily, directing all her curse to Riccardo, but to her surprise he didn't get angry, he only Pinched her cheeks fondly.

She was trying her very best to get this man angry, but it seemed like he was very composed.

She slapped his hands off her face as she glared at him with disdain. He smiled instead and she hissed loudly.

"Lunatic" She muttered.

Silence was what greeted her.

He stared out of the window as the car drove, and she was pretty sure he heard her. She decided to stay quiet for a while. After a moment of silence, she couldn’t hold back any longer and asked the question that had been troubling her.

"Why did you choose me? Did you threaten my parents?" she asked him.

"Yes, I did."

"And if you try to escape or disobey me again," he said coldly, "I won’t just ruin your parents' company; I’ll end their lives on this very planet!" His harsh words struck her like a physical blow, reigniting her anger. She started cursing at him again, her voice full of fury. He ignored her outburst, waiting until she finally stopped. Then, she asked.

"Why did you choose me since we don’t know each other?" Annabelle asked. Riccardo lifted his head, pressing her down gently. He placed a finger on her lips and his other hand on her waist, his touch firm yet oddly intimate.

"Be quiet and don't make a fuss. I chose you because of your face, which makes me want to fuck you." His hoarse voice rang out.

Annabelle could feel her cheeks heating up, she couldn't believe that she was blushing. After Riccardo was done speaking he let go of her, with her face Still flushed.

She was afraid of his blunt words. so she decided not to speak for the rest of the Journey, before he actually decides to do what he said.

His car stopped on the tarmac and She asked.

"Where are we going too?"

"I'm taking you to my place in Milan." Her eyes widened in surprise but she just nodded not knowing what else to say.

As she walked onto the plane she felt as if her heart had turned to ashes. After boarding , she looked out through the window, back of the city where she had grown up.

She felt uneasy because she knew that once she leaves, she might never come back again. Riccardo was already seated waiting for her, and when she approached him.

She settled beside him on the seat there.

"What would It take for you to let me go?" Gathering all the courage in her, she asked him staring at his handsome face.

"I'll let you go, when I get tired of you" he replied, not sparing her a glance.

She cursed of him angrily. Did he take her for a piece of commodity that he could dump after using.

After observing Riccardo's lack of anger, Annabelle grew bolder with her insults. Her words became more cutting, a reflection of her frustration and fear. Despite her defiant attitude, Riccardo remained calm, obviously unbothered by her outbursts. After a while, she shifted topics, trying to regain some control over her situation.

"I'm still an undergraduate," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "I want to complete my studies."

Riccardo responded with a reassuring tone, "I will take care of transferring you to another school."

Annabelle felt a wave of relief wash over her. The thought that her education might continue and that her freedom wasn’t entirely restricted eased some of her tension. But as if he had read her thoughts, Riccardo added something that immediately dampened her spirits.

"There will be guards following you to school to prevent you from running away."

Her anger flared up again, but she chose to stay silent, staring blankly at the empty seats opposite her. The realization of her lack of freedom settled heavily on her shoulders. Slowly, exhaustion took over, and she drifted off to sleep, unaware of Riccardo's steady gaze fixed upon her throughout the journey.

When she finally woke up, the plane had already landed. Stepping out of the cabin, she was greeted by an imposing sight, two rows of men in black outfits, lined up and waiting for her. Their uniforms and stern expressions made it clear they were highly trained. As Riccardo emerged from the plane, the men shouted in unison, "Master, welcome back!"

Their greeting, filled with respect, made it clear to Annabelle that Riccardo was a figure of significant authority here.

She looked up at him and felt the weight of his influence.

The way his presence commanded respect from everyone around him signified that he was the undisputed leader in this realm. The realization hit her hard, her life had drastically changed, and she was no longer in her luxurious, familiar world.

The opulence she was used to seemed a distant memory compared to the power and control that Riccardo wielded in this new environment.

THIRTY MINUTES LATER

Annabelle sat in the passenger seat beside Riccardo, who drove the car down an empty road. The silence between them was heavy.

She couldn't help but wonder why he had refused his Army of guards from following him. She was having a bad feeling about this, but she stayed quiet knowing that her opinion won't be needed.

As Annabelle looked up at the road ahead, she suddenly saw three black cars heading straight for them. She glanced at Riccardo, who muttered a curse in Italian under his breath.

The three cars screeched to a halt in front of them, and Riccardo slammed on the brakes. Their vehicle came to a stop just a few kilometers from the blocked road.

"I'd suggest you stay low," Riccardo said, his voice steady but urgent as he glanced at her.

Annabelle didn't need to be told twice. She quickly ducked, her heart racing. A second later, the air was filled with the sound of bullets ripping through the space around them. One bullet struck the window beside her, making her flinch. She instinctively covered her ears with both hands, her body trembling in fear.

Her heart pounded loudly in her chest, the fear almost suffocating. She looked up to see Riccardo in action, firing his gun at the attackers with precise, controlled movements. Her eyes widened in shock as she watched him handle the situation with a deadly calmness.

What had her parents gotten her into? The question echoed in her mind as she tried to steady her breathing, realizing that her new reality was far more dangerous than she had ever imagined.

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