Being here brought more questions instead of answers. I had to find his family, but how do I find them when I am not even sure of my father's true name?

Where do I even begin?

As all these thoughts sprang into my mind, I felt eyes begin to well up.

"Why didn't you tell me? What were you hiding from me? Has all my life been a lie?" I asked brokenly.

So many questions I needed answers to, yet hadn't received.

Over the last few days, I had been putting off viewing what I had received from the lawyer after the reading of my parents' will.

I received everything my parents had. Their money, their house, cars, you name it I got it.

My whole life my parents taught me to be honest, work hard, and to be humble.

So, imagine my surprise when I was suddenly handed papers informing me that I was now the owner of a multimillion company, along with multiple houses scattered all around the world.

We lived in Hoquiam. We always had, in fact. We had moved there after my dad had left his supposed hometown of Forks, Washington. It seemed he had lied to me about many things, and this was just scratching the surface.

So many things didn't make sense now. The more I thought about it, the more my heart and head hurt.

I needed air. I needed a distraction. Hell, I needed a drink.

That's it. That's what I was going to do. I was going to get ready and go out. I needed this as much as I needed to unwind and destress.

So, that's what I was going to do.

Three hours later*

Coming here was exactly what I needed.

The drinks flowed generously, the music was great, and the people were nice, enough.

It was great.

The stress I felt earlier was all but gone as I swayed my body to the tempo of the music. Dancing with a few girls I met earlier.

I was so lost in the music as I swayed that when I suddenly felt a hand on my hip, as I was pulled flush against a hard body.

The person didn't break my movements to the music as he swayed with me, movements in sync as we did.

When the song finally finished, another quickly began.

Smirking, as I realized the song was faster I finally decided to turn around to see who my dancing partner was gasping as my eyes fell on the same stranger that I met at the airport earlier.

His fingers tightened their hold on my waist as I slowly pulled away.

"Voi?" I asked, shocked. (You?)

"Ciao dolcezza, ti sono mancato?" He asked me, smirking. (Hello sweetness, did you miss me?)

I frowned, "Come potrei mi manchi quando non so nemmeno chi sei?" I asked, sarcastically. (How could I miss you when I don't even know who you are?)

"Hai ragione. Hai ragione. Siamo solo estranei, ma possiamo facilmente cambiarlo." He suggested, with a smile. (You're right. You're right. We're only strangers, but we can easily change that.)

I shook my head, about to respond when suddenly he pulled me towards him, and turned me, so that I was now behind him.

"What in tha—!" I gasped as a group of men suddenly approached him.

I gasped again as another group of men appeared next to us.

"Stay behind me." He ordered, tensely.

I nodded, keeping my hand on his shoulder blade.

The men spoke fast Italian, much too fast for me to understand. I could make out a word here and there but before I could capture the full idea of what they were speaking, they would speak again and I would lose my progress.

Before I knew it I was being pulled out of the club, and shoved roughly into the back of a black car with tinted windows.

"What the fuck?! Let me out of here, you maniac!" I growled trying to get out.

"Don't. You need to come with us so we can keep you safe." The man said.

"What the hell? But I didn't do anything! I'm not even from here! Let me out!" I growled, as I shoved off my heel and grabbed it in my hand.

"Listen, you need to calm the fuck down." He reasoned, but I began to grow more panicked as we sped down the highway at a fast pace.

Heard a scoff come from behind me before I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head and everything began to go black.

"Emmett!" someone yelled as I finally sank down into unconsciousness.