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Mafia

Belle dragged herself up the stair to her temporary apartment after a long day. She had already been in this town for too long, but she had to speak to a close friend that lived nearby and it was a pain to find him. Arthur Kirkland had connections in just about every country you could name. He was currently setting up a fake ID and passport for her to the States. He said she was to meet and stay with a trusted friend of his, a U.S. Marshall who was very good at his job.

"His name is Alfred F. Jones. He's a bit eccentric but don't underestimate him. I wouldn't trust just anyone with your safety. I've already given him the details; all you have to do is pick up the passport and ID at the drop off point and get to the airport and he shall tell you the rest."

She rummaged around for the key before unlocking the door and stepping into the tiny entryway. As she walked towards the only bedroom in the apartment she failed to notice the piercing eyes following her movements from their hiding place behind the door.

Putting the plug in the drain, the bathroom that was no more than a tiny hallway, slowly filled with steam as the tub filled with water. Belle sighed as she shed her clothes and let them messily drop to the floor, completely missing the sly smile that accompanied the eyes behind her at the entrance of the bathroom.

She slipped into the water, enjoying the relaxing affect it had on her muscles. Relaxing hadn't been on option for several months. Every time she thought she had final completely erased her trail the suspicious men would turn up again, and she took her cue to hop from town to town, country to country for a couple weeks. Having traveled almost all of Europe she realized she would have to leave the continent to have a chance of escaping.

So she had gone to London to find Arthur, which had taken her a whole two weeks, to ask for help. Arthur ran the underworld of the UK; he was internationally known and a man to be feared and respected. If there was anybody that could sneak her out of Europe undetected it was him. It helped a lot that they were good friends and he use to have a little crush on her. When she had confided in him that she was surprised she had made it so long without being caught, he had blushed and admitted that when he had heard she was being chased he may have slipped a few red herrings and misleads in to slow them down. She rewarded him with a kiss on the cheek and he turned a little red before getting down to business.

She climbed out of the tub and after toweling herself dry, wrapped the towel around herself. She stiffened when she heard the bathroom door slowly swing shut. Turning she started to tremble despite the humid temperature in the tiny room. There stood the one man she had been trying to escape from all these months. His hand was still on the door as he leaned against it. His dark green eyes froze her in place.

"Antonio." she breathed his name, barely more than a whisper.

His movements were slow, as he straightened up and move towards her, yet still came off as lethal. She backed up a few steps only to hit the opposite wall in the cramped bathroom. He caged her in with his arms on either side of her head and leaned his face down to look straight at her. Belle quickly looked down and tired to stop the trembling his breathe caused when it met her skin, bring back memories of sweeter times.

"I found you Belle." She shivered at the sound of his deeply accented baritone. It felt like forever since she had last heard it.

He leaned forward to whisper in her ear, "My dear, dear Corazon, I have missed you so. Why did you try to put so much distance between us? You know I will never let you go." Belle flinched at his words, for they were true. Deep down she had always known he would catch her. Even Arthur's skills would not be able to stop him, for Antonio was the only one who could rival him. Being the cousin to the heirs of the leader of the Italian mafia, and also being a very successful crime lord himself, Antonio was not someone to be taken lightly.

She whimpered as he moved down to her neck and slowly exhaled on the damp skin, then trailed his nose down her collarbone and shoulder, never quite touching. "Hmm, have you missed me Belle?"

She shook her head not daring to speak, afraid of what might come out of her mouth. He chuckled, "Silly girl, do not lie to me. Your face betrays you." She didn't notice him reach around and pull something from his back pocket till he pressed the chloroform soaked cloth to her face. She tired not to breathe and get away, her vision slowly blacked out and her body went limp in his arms.

Antonio dropped his smile as he carried her out of the bathroom. Pulling out his phone he dialed a familiar number.

"Romano? Sí,I have her."

"Where was she?"

"An apartment in the middle of London."

"Basterdo! What are you still doing there? You're in the middle of Kirkland's territory! Hurry up and get out of there you fool!"

"Alright, I'll leave as soon as I dress her."

"…What?"

"She was just getting out of the bath when I knocked her out."

"You sick perver-"

"Bye, Lovi."

He didn't have time to argue with his Italian cousin. He needed to get himself and Belle out of here before Kirkland was informed of his presence. But first to dress his darling, he couldn't just carry her out to the car in a bath towel could he?

After some searching he found her suitcase. He frowned at the clothes, most were plain and ugly, no doubt to make it harder to find her. Pulling out a simple blue cotton sundress, he laid it next to her before throwing away the rest of the clothes. He slipped the dress over her while averting his eyes, more out of courteously then anything.

Picking her up, he moved quickly out the door and down the stairs to the car. He placed her in the back seat so she would be comfortable and less likely to be seen by passbyers. Slipping into the driver's seat he called Romano again.

"Do you have a ride for me Lovi?"

"Tch, Don't call me that! You better not have done anything to her pervert while she's unconscious!"

"I will be sure to tell her you were worried about her when she wakes up. Now do I have a ride or not Lovino?"

"Whatever. Call the French-basterd, he happened to be in England and agreed to drop you off home in his private jet."

"Ok bye."

Dialing Francis's number he didn't have to wait long for him to pick up.

"Allo?"

"Amigo! How have you been?"

"Antonio! I have been well, mon ami. I am at the airport waiting on you. I take it you found her?"

"Did Romano tell you?"

"Non, he refused to tell me anything other than you urgently needed a ride home."

"Then how did you know I found her?"

"You sound much happier then you have in the last couple months, mon ami. You truly are not yourself without her. It sounds as if you are driving, are you on your way now?"

"Sí!"

"Where is Belle? I cannot hear her."

"… in the backseat of the car."

"…Is she awake?"

"…no…"

"…"

"…"

"I will arrange for you to drive straight to the plane so we do not have to deal with all the nasty security. We will talk more during the flight."

"Gracias, Amigo! See you soon"

"Au revoir!"