To Ruin a Don

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_Aria’s POV_

The glass vase shattered against the door as it slammed shut, tiny shards of glass spraying everywhere.

I just needed one chance, one tiny chance to put a knife through his neck and I swear to whatever God exists that I would do it.

My chest rose and fell with each deep breath I took, my fingers clenched by my sides.

I let out a breath, blowing the strands of hair away from my face.

He was infuriating. One of the worst types of men I had ever met.

Of all the girls he saw to kidnap. Why me?

I still can’t believe I had flirted with him the first time I saw him.

Thinking about that made my cheeks turn red in embarrassment.

I was so close to screaming out in frustration.

But it wasn’t my fault, the man looked like he walked right out a painting of Greek gods.

I needed a plan to get the hell out of here. I had no idea why father hadn't come for me yet, but I couldn’t just sit around and do nothing.

I wasn’t a weak, damsel in distress.

I am Mulan!

Okay think, Aria.

What do you know about this place?

Thwre is a camera here. There are men stationed outside mydoor. There are men standing at random spots in this mansion.

And for some infuriating reason, the gates are locked.

Oh right . Let’s not forget the fact that the window was barely big enough for me to fit through.

Pacing was the only thing keeping me from going insane.

I had done that over and over again.

Back and forth. Back and forth. Ten steps to the door, then another ten to the window. My legs burned, but it was the only thing giving me up and reminding me I was still alive.

The fact that I could still move was everything. It made me believe I wasn’t trapped.

At least not yet.

As long as his kink doesn’t kick in and he doesn’t feel like tying me up, I could still escape.

But how can I escape from this place? I have thought of everything in the book.

Bribery? That ended woefully. Seduction? I already humiliated myself there. Charm? Clearly ineffective.

I thought I was the most charming person you’d ever meet, but I learned the hard way.

Violence? I don’t even have a damn fork in here, let alone a weapon.

Still. No new ideas.

I huffed and turned towards the door, hands twitching by my sides.

Maybe the guards had changed. Maybe the next set of guards were less shooty?

I tried to deceive myself with that as I stepped forward, trying to avoid the broken glass on the floor as I yanked the door open.

Big mistake.

Two men stood on either side, they were dressed in black and built like freaking statues. Their heads snapped towards me the second the door creaked open.

Oh s**t.

Their eyes locked onto mine—and then a barrel of a gun lifted.

RIGHT TO MY FACE.

I didn’t even have time to scream.

I slammed the door shut so fast I almost crushed my own fingers.

“Holy s**t,” I gasped, stumbling backwards.

I let out a loud cry, tears stinging my eyes when I get stabbed by the glass on the floor.

“Okay. Message received.” I said, biting my lips hard as I tried to control the pain.

This was all his fault.

If he weren’t so infuriating, I wouldn’t have broken the glass.

If he hadn’t asked people to blow my face off, I wouldn’t have been startled that way.

I winced as I forced myself to sit, bringing my knee to my face as I looked at the wound.

Thankfully, it wasn't so serious.

They were so close to blowing my freaking face off.

Don’t go near the door.

I pressed a hand to my chest, breathing heavily. My heart was jackhammering.

It wasn’t a warning. Or a joke. They would have pulled the trigger. On me.

A Don’s daughter. Just like that.

Dante was f*****g serious when he told them to shoot me

So how do I escape?

The door handle started to turn and my eyes instantly snapped to it.

I reached for the second lamp I had lying on the table, ready to haul it at whoever was about to walk through that door.

“Please don’t throw anything at me.” A tiny voice screamed at the door as the door swung open.

I tilted my head in confusion as I stared at the tiny female standing outside the door, a tray in hand.

She looked to be around my age with red hair which was tied in a pigtail.

Her eyes were closed as she scrunched her face like she was preparing for something to land on her face.

Slowly, I set down the lamp.

My eyes shifted to the two men behind her, their guns in and ready to blow my head off if I tried anything.

Great.

After what seemed like ages, Pigtail Girl finally opened her eyes.

“The Don asked you to come down,” she said quietly as she stepped into the room cautiously.

She acted as if I was about to jump her.

Wait.

Dante had asked me to come down.

Something about that seemed suspicious. Too suspicious.

“I’m not going,” I asked in a matter-of-fact voice, keeping my hands folded as I turned away.

“He said to drag you if you act stubborn…”

Not giving her a chance to continue, I turned to look at her, face blank as I said.

“Tell your boss. I would rather die, than answer to his beck and call like a slave.”

“Then you better be prepared to die, пташка.”

That voice.

The maid immediately stepped aside as Dante walked in, his presence immediately filling the room.

His gaze fell on the broken glass on the floor and then moved to my bleeding feet.

Then he glanced back at my face like my bleeding was nothing of great importance.

“I don’t care who you think you are, but you can’t just order me around and expect me to do as you say. If you wanted a sub to feed your kink, you could have just asked.” My voice was filled with irritation as I hissed at him, my eyes glaring at him with anger and irritation

For some reason, seeing him here seemed to bring back the earlier irritation I was feeling.

Dante stared at me blankly, the room dropping into pin-drop silence as no one said a word.

A minute passed. And then two.

Like he suddenly seemed to decide on what to do with me, he said to the guards.

“Take her downstairs.” He ordered.

The two guards instantly started to make their way towards and I panicked.

I couldn’t run because of the wound I had on my foot, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t throw my hands around

My fist made contact with someone’s face as I shook rapidly.

“Don’t touch me!” I screamed, thrashing around.

Before I could say another word, two hands clamped down on my arms holding me in place.

I kicked and cursed as Dante pulled me away from the bed, dragging me out of the room with my blood trailing behind me.

It hurt.

I swear to god it hurt so badly as I was dragged over the broken glass once more, tears stinging my eyes.

But I refused to cry out.

“It seems you have been misunderstanding something. Look around you, where do you think you are?” Dante asked as he stopped at a long table, turning me so all would see.

I raised my eyes as I looked around the room, finding the hostile gaze of the men in the room.

Dante’s hand went to my hair, grubbing a handful as he forced my head up.

“Do you still think you are in your mansion? Where you give orders to people and they obey your every beck and call?” He asked, his face inches beside my own.

Heat blazed my cheeks, the humiliation worse than the pain I felt currently.

He was trying to put me in my place, to remind me of the power play and the situation I had actually found myself in.

He spoke loud enough for the whole room to hear.

“From now on, you belong to me.”

My heart pounded, not from fear alone, but from the anger that threatened to engulf me.

I met his gaze and the world narrowed to his eyes. They were cold. He wasn’t even bothering to hide the disgust and hatred he felt towards me.

“You’ll regret this,” I promised, my teeth clenched tightly.

“We’ll see.” He muttered. “What better way to start my revenge, than to take the one thing he loves the most?”

Disgust crept up my spine and I almost threw up the non-existent food in my stomach.

He let go of me, taking a step back as he addressed his men.

“Take her away. She would learn to obey.”

I couldn’t even struggle as they hurled me away, my strength being sapped out with each passing minute.

Behind me, his voice followed, taunting.

“When you call me master, I’ll know you have learned your place.”

I swallowed hard as the door closed behind us.

I would rather die, than submit to him.