im not sure if i posted this already? My phone totaly spaced out. If i did already post it, im sorry, please skip ahead.

If i didnt: OMG IM SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING FOR SO LONG. MY TEACHERS HATE ME...

Joy-Anne's pov

Eisuke took me to the Mad Hatter's Tea Party that evening. I wondered why. Did he find out who I was? I wasn't sure. I hated the way I felt. I was uncomfortable in my dress (because it was way too revealing) and because an unknown man (aka Eisuke) was holding me by my waist. Yes. Uncomfortable.

I had a hard time not shooting Eisuke. He was way too close, but so nice!? Why was he nice to me? People are never nice to me... and even if I wanted to, I couldn't shoot him. Not here. There were way too many people to shoot back at me. I just had to wait a little longer. I thought to myself: 'is it even possible to get away?' There were so many people around, the whole time! And even if I managed to get past them, where could I go? Not to my apartment. He knew where that was. What about a safe house? I knew a few that I could go to, but then I had to leaven Marc behind. No. Anything but that.

Eisuke's pov

When we walked through the room, I noticed that she was uncomfortable. Damn it. Why couldn't this woman just love me? Why did it have to be this difficult to get her to like me? After a while I saw a man I recognised as one of my Italian allies. His name was Mazza. We walked over to him to greet him. When we came closer I got kind of nervous. This man was a mobster. I knew he could be dangerous, and he was well known for his horrible temper. What if Joy-Anne said something that he didn't like? He would blow off many important deals, or even, shoot us on the spot!

I nudged Joy-Anne, but she didn't seem to notice. The was deep in thought, and looked very sad. Damn it. Why couldn't she just do as I wanted her to? Troublesome. Mazza greeted us and I greeted back, in English. "Mr. Mazza! How have you been?" He answered he was fine, and turned his attention to Joy-Anne. "And who might this wonderful lady be?" He asked, a smirk playing around his lips. I didn't like that look. "This is my... girlfriend." Fuck. What did I just blurt out? Great. "Joy-Anne Writer. This caught Joy-Anne's attention. She gave me one of her deadly glares. Shit. What now? Should I say something or? Suddenly Mr. Mazza but out in laughter. "GIRLFRIEND? " He laughed? He looked up at Joy-Anne. Tears in his eyes.

Then he said something, I assumed, in Italian.

Joy-Anne's pov

"GIRLFRIEND? " He laughed. He just laughed. I had met this man before. Many times even. He was the best friend of my father. And now he was mocking me, like I was a teenager. "Joy, tell me about it." He said to me in Italian. Hehe. As soon as he started speaking Italian, I saw Eisuke getting worked up. He didn't like the fact that he could not understand what we were talking about. I decided to play along, and responded in Italian. Well, something that sounded like Italian. Languages weren't my strongest point. "Something like that, I guess" Matteo (that was his first name) stopped laughing and looked at me, a serious look on his face. "You can tell me Joy. I know there is something you are hiding from me." Damn it. I hadn't seen the man for two years, and he could still read me like an open book. I send him a death glare. No response. I sighed. "He bought me, at the auction. " Matteo his face fell. I saw that his neck started to turn red. "HE DID WHAT?!" He shouted. Everyone at the party turned quiet. " You are making a scene Matteo. " I warned him. "So what? I don't care!" He said angerly. I sighed and put a hand on his shoulder. He calmed down a bit, and the people around us started talking again. "How did that happen? " He asked, glaring at a very annoyed and confused looking Eisuke. "I'm not sure" I sighed. "What can I do to help?" He asked, a serious look on his face. That warmed my heart. It was so kind of him to help me, just because he had known my father. It really was a nice man. "You can get Marc to Ice Dragon safe house number three. " I told him. If he is there just tell him that he must send me a text, and I'll come too. He nodded. "I like that plan. " He told me. He turned to Eisuke again, and started talking in English. "It was nice speaking to you Eisuke, but as you might understand, I am an old man, and I need some rest. So if you will excuse me? " Eisuke just nodded, that stupid confused look still on his face. Matteo turned to me again, and put his big warm hand on my head. "Take care Joy. And please be safe." I nodded and thanked him. Then he walked away.

After the party we went back to Eisuke's apartment. I walked to the fridge and pulled out some wine. I poured myself a glass, and looked up at him, wondering if he wanted one too. My eyes met his. They were way closer then expected, which startled me for a second. Fuck! He is close! "How nice of you to pour me some wine." He said, in a deep husky voice. I had to control myself. Come on now, don't blush. I hadn't really noticed it before, but he was quite handsome. I mean, for someone who kidnapped me... I took another glass and poured some wine into this one as well. I walked over to the couch and sat down. I still didn't trust him. At all. He was way too nice to me. Unrealisticly nice. I sipped my wine wile thinking about that. Eisuke sat down next to me. Akward silence. I tried to look everywhere but him. After a few minutes he started asking questions. Very strange, random questions. "Where are you from?" I had to think about that. My mother was Dutch and my father was Italian, and I was raised in England. I decided to just tell him that. "I see, and are they still alive?" What? Why did he want to know that? I eyed him suspiciously. He merely chuckled. "You don't have to look at me like that, I'm just trying to get to know you." I glared at him. "They are dead." I told him bluntly. "I'm sorry to hear that, I bet they were wonderful people." Aaaah. Come on! Why do us he have to be handsome and nice?! Not fair! "How old are you?" He asked me after a while. I looked at him, startled. Well I guess it makes sense for him to ask that. My thoughts when to all the corners om my mind, but I could not think of any way it would harm me if I told him. "I'm twentyseven years old." He looked at me, with a glint of surprise in his eyes. I chuckled. "What did you expect?" He turned a bit red and looked away. I laughed harder. What a weird guy.

After we had talked like that for a long time, I went to the bathroom to check my phone. I was wondering if Marc was safe yet. I looked at the display: one new message. I opened it, and my heart dropped. He wasn't safe at all.

"We kidnapped Marc, If you want to save him, come to parkerstreet 253 with 3 million euros. You have one hour. "