Back by popular demand!

I wasn't entirely sure I was ever going to get back to writing due to my health and writer's block. But thanks to a few suggestions I felt a bit better.

So, ever so slowly I am trying to ease back to writing again. But I can't promise to be consistent because my health isn't at 100% at the moment.

Anyways, hope you are doing well, and hope you enjoy this!

Reviews are very much appreciated.

I woke up sometime later, laying on an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room. My head hurt slightly, but the pain was manageable.

Where the hell am I? Why did they bring me here?

As I looked around the tastefully decorated room, when my eyes suddenly fell to the corner of the room, to two men. I quickly recognized one of them. Him being the same man who I'd met at the airport earlier, and the other being the older version of him, well he had a few white hairs sprinkled across his head, but they practically looked like brothers.

"What am I doing here?" I asked, as I shoved myself away from him, bringing my legs up to my chest and wrapping my arms around them.

The man stared at me wordlessly, as I sat there, feeling my anxiety spike up.

I quickly looked at them, frowning.

"Are you going to talk or can I leave?" I asked, with narrowed eyes.

"Your name." The older man finally said.

I frowned, wondering why they could possibly want to know my name before parting my lips. "Why do you need to know my name? I don't know you. You don't know me. I don't see the need to exchange names." I replied.

"Dolcezza, we need to know who we're dealing with… please just give us your name. We are only trying to keep you safe." Airport guy said.

"Help keep me safe?" I repeated with a scoff.

"Yes." The older man interjected.

"Safe. Those men you ran into, back at that nightclub. They saw you with my son. Thanks to that sight you are now in danger. While we are sorry you got involved in this, we feel it best to keep you here with us." The man explained in broken English.

My eyes flicked back at the guy from the airport, watching him nod stiffly before looking away.

"Isabella Marie Sa— Swan." I hesitantly.

I held back a smirk as I watched both of their eyes meet for a second before I saw them turn to me.

A nagging feeling suddenly appeared in my stomach as their eyes turned back to me.

"Swan? So, you're a tourist?" The older man inquired, raising a brow at us.

I got the nagging suspicion that they knew exactly who I was, but weren't entirely sure.

Still, I wasn't about to confirm any suspicions they might have about me, especially when they possibly could have the upper hand.

I wasn't stupid. I knew something weird was going on. Something that apparently involved my arrival here.

Meaning my parents might have also been involved.

I needed to tread carefully if I wanted to find out something.

"Whether I am, or aren't, isn't any of your concern." I replied, coolly. "Now, why am I in danger, and why did your son feel the need to shove me into a car before knocking me out?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.

The older man's eyes widened comically as he turned to look at his son sharply.

"Tu— hai messo le mani su una donna?" He asked, as his jaw ticked. (You— you put your hands on a woman?)

"No. Non l'ho fatto. Emmett l'ha colpita con il calcio della sua pistola quando è diventata isterica. Se hai intenzione di arrabbiarti— arrabbiati con lui." Airport guy calmly replied with an eye roll. (No. I didn't. Emmett hit her with the butt of his gun when she went into hysterics. If you're going to get angry, get angry at him. )

The older man scoffed, shaking his head. "Quel ragazzo non impara mai." He muttered before turning to look at me. (That boy never learns.)

"Please excuse my older son, he seems to forget things when in danger." He finally said.

"So, what? You expect me to be alright with you kidnapping me, because you're telling me I am in danger? Why in the hell should I believe you?" I questioned, moving off the bed, and pulling down the dress, I realized I was still wearing from earlier.

"Because you have no other choice." The man firmly said.

"If you think that by forcing me to stay here I'll agree with you, you have another thing coming! I will not go down without a fight." I retorted.

"Listen we know—" the man began before his son interrupted him.

"Perché non mi lasci parlare con lei? Forse posso convincerla?" He told him. (Why don't you let me speak to her? Maybe I can convince her?)

My eyes narrowed at them, before I left out a scoff. "Doubt it. Nothing you say will convince me to stay here. Nothing but the truth. So, start speaking." I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

"You—you speak Italian?" The older man asked, surprised.

"Of course, I do. Now, why don't you two start by telling me your names? It's the least you can do after your jackass of a son gave me a headache." I retort, moving to sit down on the bed.

"My most sincerest apologies, Miss." The old man said. "You're completely right." He added, turning to look at his son once before turning towards the door. "My son will speak to you. After that you can decide whether or not you want our help. Forgive us for bringing you here." He replied before walking out.

His son turned to watch him leave before sighing and turning towards me.

"Isabella." He said.

"Stranger." I replied, dryly.

"Right, you don't know my name." He muttered, shaking his head and scoffing as he sat in the chair near the bed.

"No shit, Sherlock." I muttered with an eye roll as I dropped my hands to my lap.

"My name is Edward Anthony Massimo, but people around her call me Mason. That man you were arguing with is Edwin, my father…" He explained.

"Right… so, now that the introductory segment of this conversation is out of the way. Now, do you care to explain why in the hell you decided it would be a great idea to kidnap me?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest again.

"Of course. Look, those men we ran into at the club are from Capri. That's a rival gang that wants to take over our city. They saw me dancing with you and assumed you were someone important to me…" He explained, as his eyes begged me to believe him as he got up and began to pace.

I frowned, staring down at my legs. Stiffening when I felt his gaze on the side of my face.

"Look, I am so sorry for getting you involved in this. That wasn't my intention, but I saw you dancing so enticingly, I just couldn't help myself. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since I ran into you at the airport." He said apologetically.

My mind reeled as I heard him.

So many things were going through my mind, what would happen to me investigation if I was trapped here.

I couldn't stay here, I needed to find out what happened to make my parents leave this country. Why they had gone through so much trouble to change their names, background, and familial ties.

Seeing no other alternative I decided I should try to be a bit forthcoming with him since he was being sort of truthful.

He was in the middle of ranting about something, when I interrupted him.

"My parents." I finally said, wringing my fingers in my lap.

"Excuse me?" He said, tilting his head to the side.

"That's why I am here. Not to take in the sights. I'm here to find the reason why they left. Why they hid so much from me." I softly said.

"Your parents." He repeated, frowning again.

I nodded, "They're both gone but they left so many questions after their departure, and left so little answers." I explained.

"So, you're here looking for answers." He deduced.

I nodded, frowning before turning away. "Look, I knew that coming here could be possibly dangerous, I am not scared of what may happen…" I replied, as I realized coming here might be a mistake. "Maybe I shouldn't have come here." I whispered, moving to get up.

He stared at me, frowning for a moment, as he got lost in thought, and sighing. "What if I told you I could help you? What would you say?" He asked.

I stared at him doubtful, "How would you be able to help me? You don't even know me." I replied, shaking my head.

He chuckled, as he nodded in agreement, walking towards me before kneeling before me. "Oh, I know. But I want to. So, why don't we make a deal? You help me and I'll help you." He suggested looking up at me.

I stared at him, unsure of what to do.

On one hand I knew this could be a good thing, he could help me get answers and find my parents' families. On the other hand, I didn't know what he wanted me to help him with, which meant I couldn't trust him.

The sudden weight of anticipation hung in the air, hovering in between us.

"If— If I agree, what do I need to help you with? Why do you need help from a stranger? How could I possibly help you?" I asked, confused.

He sighed, as a small crooked smile appeared on his otherwise perfect face.

"It's nothing bad, per say, but it is something I truly need you to do since I am out of options." He explained with a small nervous smile.

I raised a brow at him, jutting my chin once, silently asking him to continue.

When he spoke again, I lost my balance on the bed and fell forward onto him, earning a sharp exhale from him, and a squeak from me.

Oh God, kill me now!