Hey all! So, I have been wanting to write a fic like this forever and I finally got around to it. I hope y'all enjoy it!

The Price of Freedom

Caroline Salvatore comes from a mob family and when her brothers are taken, she must do whatever it takes to get them back. When she understands who is behind the kidnapping, she heads over there to try and reach an agreement. Lucky for her, the leader of the Mikaelson mob family has sets his sights on her and what does he offer? Her brothers safety for her role as his mistress.

The Salvatore siblings sat together in the limousine and the youngest of the three couldn't seem to contain her excitement. It was her first time heading out on business with her siblings and that was definitely something that she never expected to happen.

"Caroline, stop being so giddy." Damon ordered as he eyed her through his piercing blue eyes.

Caroline looked over at her eldest brother pointedly and she huffed in annoyance before she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Care, you know that I never agree with Damon, but he's right... Damon and I look the part, but you don't."

"Oh please," she mumbled as she reached for the bottle of champagne.

"You're not allowed to drink." Her eldest brother told her as he reached for the bottle and popped it open before he grabbed two glasses.

He poured himself a glass before he poured a glass for Stefan and they clinked their flutes together.

"I'm twenty four years old and both of you still treat me like a child."

"We don't treat you like a child, Caroline. We know that you're a young woman who deserves to do as she pleases, but you can't exactly do that." Damon told her as a sigh escaped his lips.

"Why not?" She wondered, the curiosity evident in her voice.

"We come from a mob family and it isn't safe for you to be out and about. You know how our relationship with the other mob families are."

"I can protect myself just fine, Damon." Caroline said. "Tell him that I can, Stefan."

"Care..." Stefan started and she shook her head angrily before she turned away from them.

The blonde shut her eyes and she could feel the moisture building up in her eyes, but she urged it away. She wasn't about to break down in front of them because she knew that they would use her emotions against her.

Caroline decided to ignore them for the rest of the ride and as they were approaching their destination, she heard gunshots and accented voices coming from outside.

"Get down!" The driver shouted and the trio immediately did just that.

"Caroline, keep your head down!" Stefan ordered hurriedly as he put his hand on her head in a way to shield her from the gunshots that were currently flying.

Before Caroline could respond, the car door was being opened and a grenade was being thrown inside. The door shut and the gas broke free from its restraints before the blonde's world went black.

Caroline could feel herself fighting for control over her body and she heard the distant voices around her.

Open your eyes, Caroline. God dammit, Caroline! Open your eyes!

Her eyes shot open and she looked around with her eyes wide and realized that she was in her bedroom back home.

"Wha-what happened?" She wondered, her voice hoarse because of her dry throat.

"Caroline," the doctor said as he approached her.

"Doctor Forbes?" She questioned. "What in the hell happened?"

"What do you remember last?" He asked as he gazed at her curiously.

"Uh… I was in the limo with my brothers and then I heard gunshots. After that, Stefan told me to keep my head down and then nothing."

"I see…" He mumbled as he fidgeted with his hands nervously.

"Where are my brothers, Doctor Forbes? Were they hurt?" The blonde asked as her eyebrows furrowed in worry.

"They were taken, Caroline." He told her, deciding not to beat around the bush.

"Taken? I don't understand… Who would do such a thing?"

"One of the rival mob families, I assume."

"Oh my…" She shook her head frantically as she heard the sound of her thundering heartbeat in her ear. "Does my father know?"

"He did," he nodded as his eyes filled with tears.

"Did?"

"When Mr. Salvatore was notified of what took place, his heart gave out and we couldn't do anything to save him."

"He died of a heart attack?" Caroline asked him as she felt the tears building up in her eyes.

"Yes," he nodded. "Your father always had cardiovascular problems and even though the team of physicians told him that he needed to settle down and think about his health, he refused. I am sure you know how stubborn your father is-uh, was." He corrected as he bit down on his bottom lip nervously.

Caroline nodded as a sad smile appeared on her lips.

"Also, Caroline... You are the only Salvatore that is available as of now which means that you have to take over-"

"The family business." She finished for him and he nodded slowly.

"I know that this is probably very sudden, but without your help, your family's name will not survive."

"I know," she sighed heavily.

"So, what are you going to do?"

"I am going to do the right thing which is fill in for my brothers while they're not here."

"Do you intend to get them back?" Enzo de Luka- her family's close friend and main lawyer- questioned, as he leaned against the door frame.

"Enzo!" Caroline cried out happily as she stood up quickly and almost lost her balance because she was still feeling the after effects of the grenade.

"Careful, Blondie!" Enzo urged as he walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her in an embrace.

Enzo was like an older brother that let her do as she pleased unlike her actual brothers.

"I hear the lot of you got in some trouble." He said as he put his hands on her shoulders and made sure that she didn't have any physical injuries.

"We weren't expecting anything to happen, but you never know with these mob families." The blonde said as she sighed.

"Indeed," he responded in agreement. "So, do you intend to get your boring blood brothers back?" Enzo repeated.

"Mhm," she nodded as she put her hand under her chin in a thinking manner.

"Do you maybe remember anything that happened before you lost consciousness?" Enzo asked her as he led her to the bed and sat down.

"I remember hearing gunshots." She told him.

"Anything else?" He wondered as he looked over at her patiently.

"Accents!" She cried out as the realization hit her like a ton of bricks.

"Wait, what?"

"The Mikaelson's! They're originally from England, aren't they? They only moved here after Mikael Senior passed away and Mikael Junior took his place."

"They are originally from England." Enzo realized as his jaw dropped slightly and his eyes widened.

"Enzo, I need you to head over to Mikaelson's Enterprise to make an appointment."

"An appointment? What makes you think they won't shoot me right there and then when they find out that I'm involved with the rival mob family?"

"They're going to have to hear you out either way, so go on over there and talk to the Mikaelson that is currently in charge. I heard a conversation between my father and brothers a couple of days ago and I remember my father telling them that the current patriarch of the Mikaelson family is too ill to carry out his duties which is why one of his son's are now in charge."

"Alright," he sighed heavily as he stood up off of the bed and crossed his arms over his broad chest. "If they put a bullet through my head, I'll be sure to haunt your ass for the rest of your life. Are we clear?" He questioned, his tone teasing yet somewhat serious.

"Crystal clear, de Luka." She responded as she winked in his direction with a mischievous glint in her bright blue eyes.

Enzo winked back before he excused himself. The things that he did for the Salvatore family...

Two days later, Enzo showed up with a black eye and a pissed off expression in his dark eyes.

"What happened to you?" Caroline asked him as she stood up from the window seat and made her way over to him.

"Mikaelson happened." He responded angrily as he looked around the opulent library with the high ceilings. His eyes stayed on the humongous chandelier that was located in the center of the ceiling and he squinted because of the light.

"So, I take it you were successful in coming to an agreement with him?"

"Somewhat," he nodded as he looked back at her with a half-grin on his lips.

"Speaking of… Which Mikaelson is currently in charge?" The blonde questioned, the curiosity evident in her voice.

"Niklaus," he answered and Caroline put her index finger under her chin because she wasn't sure which one he was.

"I take it he's the eldest then?" She guessed as she walked over to the tumbler and uncapped the cap.

"Uh, uh, uh." Enzo shook his head as he walked over to her and grabbed the tumbler before she could pour herself a glass of the aged scotch.

"You suck," she spat as she walked over to the mini-fridge instead and pulled out a bottle of water.

Enzo shrugged and he poured himself some of the amber liquid and a chuckle escaped his lips because he heard the blonde's annoyed hiss behind him.

"Is Niklaus the eldest of Mikael's sons?" Caroline questioned once she was over what happened moments before.

"Nope," he shook his head.

"Then why is he in charge?"

"Who even knows?" Enzo said. "Anyway, your appointment is today at eight in the evening."
"Okay," she nodded, readying herself for her first talk with a rival mob fellow.

Caroline quickly got into her Audi and she drove off before her family's security detail could follow her. She knew that they wouldn't allow her to go by herself which was why she snuck out her window.

Once there, she parked her car and made her way inside the building. A security guard sat in the front and he put his hand on his gun before a voice came.

"Dominic, leave us." Niklaus Mikaelson ordered and the security guard nodded without so much as a reply.

"I assume you're the infamous Niklaus Mikaelson, then?" Caroline guessed as she walked farther into the building and looked him up and down.

"You assume correctly, Miss. Salvatore." He smirked as she felt his eyes travel the length of her body.

"Well then… Let us come to a solution on this matter." She said as she walked over to a chair and sat down.

She crossed her leg over her knee and sat straight which gave off an air of confidence. The blonde was truthfully shaking on the inside, but she wasn't about to show that to him- the enemy.

"Oh, we won't be coming to any solution here… I have made reservations and we're just about to miss them."

"You are surely mistaken if you believe that I will go anywhere with you. I may not be my brothers-"

"Most definitely not," he said as a smirk formed on his lips and his eyes lit up with a sort of hunger that she didn't exactly recognize.

Caroline could feel the heat forming on her neck, but she quickly cleared her throat and eyed him pointedly.

"Allow us to come to a solution like civilized people."

"I'm all for being civil, but I don't do well when I'm hungry." He told her and she knew that there was a double meaning to his words.

"Well then," she shrugged. "Tell me where we're going and we'll meet up there."

"Oh, we will be driving to our location together." He said. "Did you not see the limousine outside?"

"I will not be going anywhere with you, Mr. Mikaelson. I can assure you that I am not some dumb blonde that will do anything that is asked of me."

"That is too bad, then… It looks like you have now sealed your brothers fates." He sighed, feigning sadness as he turned away from her and began walking away.

"Wait," she bit out, the anger coursing through her veins.

"Hm?" He mumbled as he turned around with a smug smile on his full and luscious lips.

Niklaus Mikaelson was most definitely not an ugly man with his dimpled smile and dazzling eyes. He was tall and even though he had a lean built, Caroline could tell that he was powerful and confident.

"Where are we going?" She asked through gritted teeth.

"That's a good girl." He smiled brightly before he walked over to her and outstretched his hand for her to take.

Caroline looked down at his hand cautiously, but grabbed his hand anyway. Caroline almost jumped back because of the electricity that seemed to go up her arm, but she kept her feet planted firmly on the marble floors.

"Let us go then." The Brit said as his eyes brightened.

When the duo got to the restaurant in the Upper East Side, they were led to a private room and were seated. Caroline looked around the private room with her lips slightly parted as she took it all in. The walls were painted a crimson red and the drapes were a rich golden color. The candles were lit around the room and her eyes landed on a four poster bed that was placed in the center. The blonde knew not why the room has a bed, but she didn't dwell on it. She realized that the private room gave off a romantic vibe, but she quickly shook her head. This was nowhere near romantic.

As soon as the waiter got their orders, Klaus locked the door and made his way back to his seat.

"Can we come to a solution now, Mr. Mikaelson?" Caroline asked him as she reached for her own glass of wine wearily. For all she knew, he was going to poison her, but she decided to take her chances.

"Well, of course." He nodded as he took a sip from the glass of wine.

"Good," she said. "How much money do you want for their release?"

"Oh, sweetheart… What I want most surely does not include money." Klaus reassured her as he folded his hands in front of him and looked her directly in the eyes.
"Then what is it? My family's property? Our businesses? Control over our empire?"

Klaus shook his head quickly and the blonde could feel her hands clench into fists in annoyance.

"Then what?" The blonde questioned as she narrowed her eyes at him.

"You," he responded, a smirk on his lips.

"What?" She asked, not quite understanding what he was saying.

"I want you." Klaus repeated and Caroline's eyes immediately widened in disbelief.

Oh shit, she thought.

There you have it! I hope you guys enjoyed this! I really do!

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~Hana :p