Torn Between The Mafia Boss and The Billionaire

*7:45 pm "I just want to get home and rest; I'm genuinely tired," Eleanor said to herself as she took lazy strides down the dark and deserted alley. She was just making her way back from work after a hectic day. "Tonight marks your end, you dogs," a Viper member shouts as he c***s his handgun, and gunshots fill the air. Every single hair on Eleanor’s body came to a standstill, and so did her mind. The peaceful dark alley within which she was reminiscing about her extremely normal life had just become a battleground for gangs within seconds. "We’re putting an end to your games, you snakes," a Hound member replies as he opens fire on the opposing sides. Fireworks and thunder! Those were the only things Eleanor could use to understand the sounds she was hearing. She had to take cover now because the luck that just made the bullets wheeze past her would leave her high and dry. She quickly took cover behind the nearest car and prayed very hard that this was all but a dream. Her prayers were suddenly halted by the realization that this was indeed reality when a dead body landed right next to her. "Ahhhh," she screamed and immediately held herself back with her hand on her mouth. She could see the bullet in his head and the pool of blood that grew by the second. The sounds of shots being fired and bullets flying produced a kind of symphony, one that would wreak terror in the hearts of anyone, especially Eleanor, who has lived a rather mundane life with nothing of note up until this night. She sat there on the floor behind the car and beside a cold body, shaking in terror while the gang orchestra continued to play their very horrifying tune. The sounds of the gunshots seemed to die down slowly until there was just one more, and it was over. Eleanor became calmer even though the tears from her eyes didn't stop; it seemed like her prayers had been answered. Until… "Who is this?" one of the gangsters shouted as he saw her. "Who is who?" His fellow gangsters asked. "There's a woman here," he said as he grabbed her with both hands and jolted her up for everyone to see. Eleanor screamed. "Please let me go. I won't tell a soul anything, I promise," she cried out of fear and out of pain from the grip of the man holding her. "Quiet!" The man holding her commanded. "What do we do about her, C?" A man steps out from the shadows with a cigar in his mouth, walks up to Eleanor, and lifts her head up so she’s looking at his face and not the floor. "Take her back to base; let the boss decide," He orders. "Put a sack on her head." As those words left his mouth, a sack was immediately put on her head and tied; she could see nothing and was gripped with fear. She screamed for help but felt the hands of two men lift her off her feet and into a vehicle; she continued to scream and struggle as tears streamed down her eyes in the darkness that was her reality until she couldn't find any more strength and passed out. **12:15 pm** "Untie her," a commanding voice ordered. Eleanor’s eyes were still shut, but her consciousness was slowly returning. ‘It all must have been a very bad dream,’ she thought to herself as she slowly found the strength to stretch her limbs until she realized her hands were tied. She immediately jolted her eyes open and saw her hands tied to the bedpost with two men at each end untying them. ‘It wasn't a dream,’ she realized as she suddenly became overcome with fear. "Don't be scared," the voice from before said calmly. She slowly lifted her head and saw a man standing at the doorway looking at her with a cigar in his mouth. "You can leave us," the man said ordering the men who untied her. "Who are you? Where am I? Why am I here?" Eleanor said as memories of the gun battle flashed, and she became even more apprehensive. "What's your name?" the man said as he walked towards her on the bed. "Why should I tell you that?" Eleanor asked with a trembling voice. "You ask a lot of questions," he replied as he blew a puff of smoke from his mouth. "Do you smoke?" "Why aren't you answering my questions?" Eleanor retorted. "There again. Another question," he said as he now sat on the bed right next to her feet. "You can relax now; as long as you are with me, no one can harm you." For some reason, Eleanor believed him. This man she didn't know with an amazingly structured body and chests that were begging to find their way past his tank top. "I don't even know who you are," Eleanor asked gently. "I'm Dante; who are you?" "I'm Eleanor," she said as she looked down. "Eleanor," He repeated as he looked straight at her. She could feel his gaze so she decided to look up at him as she felt more at ease now. She looked up, and their eyes met for the first time; she couldn't explain how she felt and why she felt that way but his gaze definitely had a commanding effect over her. His hazel brown eyes were definitely calling out to her. "You have black eyes," Dante said as he put his palm on her cheek now bringing them somewhat closer. Her heart began to race. She had never felt this way before, not once; she couldn't explain it. It was like she had been put under a spell she could not break out of even if she wanted to. She felt her body drawing closer to him on its own accord; she was losing all control. Who was this man, and what was he doing to her? "I'd order for your meal to be brought to you here," Dante said as he got off the bed in a second. "And you'd be out of here as soon as it's safe enough." Dante was heading for the door when Eleanor called out to him. "Wait!" Eleanor begged. "Where am I?" Dante stopped at the door but didn't turn to her. "You're in my den."