Don's Yearn

Amelia's POV

Happy twenty years of staying alive in this damn world!!!

The only thing I'm grateful for is my best friend and Jacob's two sons that are like my very own siblings and nothing more. Every other aspect of my life is like a passing shadow...almost unnoticeable.

I plugged my ear pods in my ear and munched on an apple as I listened to a country song my parents used to dance to before they went to prison.

Yes...prison!

They happen to have murdered someone and now they are in prison.

'Lovely Major...Majorie

Pretty Major...Majorie' I hummed along until the song suddenly stopped and my ringtone sang to life.

I was getting a call...

I looked at the screen of my phone and the name that was displayed shocked me to my core.

"Andrew?" I asked no one in particular, just stunned that he is calling me after going MIA for a month.

I cleared my throat, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and ran a hand through my jet black hair before answering the call.

"Happy birthday Amelia" Andrew said, his voice ringing out and not sounding ecstatic.

"Thank you..." I replied.

"I can't talk for long but meet me at the coffee shop close to school" Andrew said quickly and before I could dish out the questions I had arranged in my guts, he hung up.

'The nerve of the guy!

Well, definitely I'm going because it is Andrew Matteo - the one I have liked for a very long time and even began to plan a possible future in my head with...before he suddenly vanished into thin air'

I arrived at the coffee shop like I had not been running and thinking of Andrew all the way.

I walked to the table where he was seated.

He was in a brown hoodie and he had the hood covering his head.

When I was a foot away from the table, he lifted his head and his eyes lit up on seeing me.

I almost smiled...almost!

He had good explanations to give to me.

He pulled me by my hand to the seat opposite him before sitting back on his.

"I know you probably hate me but I need you to listen to me Amelia.

I never meant to disappear from your life..." Andrew started but I cut him off. He was acting really strange.

"But you did," I said.

"Because..." Andrew said and he took a sneaky look around us to be sure no one was looking our way.

'Why?'

Facing me and maintaining eye contact, he said, "Because I was threatened..."

"Threatened? By who?" I asked wide eyed.

"By someone who claims to own you and the same goes for every other guy who has ever liked you..." Andrew said quickly.

Now I was at the edge of my seat.

'What the hell is going on? Could it be Jacob? Hasn't he traumatized me enough? Could that be why every other guy stops talking to me when our relationship is about to take a new turn?'

"What do you..how...I can't..." I stuttered.

"Take a look at this" Andrew said and he pulled out a note from his pocket.

"Stay Away from my Piccino or have your blood used as an ink to the next fool, just like this one was" The note read.

'What sort of ink is that?!

Ink!

It is no ink...it is the blood of someone...a human's blood'

I read it again and understanding sunk in me...fearful understanding!

That name the person had called me... 'Piccino!'

It means 'little one'.

I remembered who had called me that.

Don Massimo Dela Rosa Vladmiro...the mafia Don of the Vladmir family.

He called me by that word seven years ago, when my sister and her husband - Jacob Marciano - had sold me to him, to clear off their overdue debts.

He promised to come for me only when I turn twenty.

Twenty? Twenty!

I turned twenty today!

"Amelia...Amelia...are you listening to what I'm saying?" Andrew asked.

I did not wait for his next question before I jumped up from my seat and I dashed towards the door.

'He is definitely coming for me today!'

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me out of the shop, with Andrew hot on my heels.

Just as the cold air from outside caressed my face, a black van turned to its side before me and the doors flung open.

"Fanculo" I cursed for the first time in my life.

It was like a bad a** scene from a movie.

Tall, muscular and terrifying looking men with tattoos and ugly scars jumped down from the van.

I turned back to the transparent doors of the coffee shop and they were closed with Andrew behind it. Andrew had a sad look on his face as he watched one of the men put a handkerchief that definitely contained chloroform over my nose.

I refused to go with them like that and I tried to jab my elbows against whatever flesh it could come in contact with but there was no effect. I would become unconscious in a matter of seconds...

I decided to play to what they wanted and I acted like the chloroform had finally worked and like an actress, my head fell to my side. The hands on me finally relaxed and tried to lift me up but this was my cue to act.

Like a wild and feral cat, I bit into flesh and scratched at whatever that tried to stop me.

'I refuse to be like a property to a human that sees himself as a god on this earth, just because he is feared.

I.Don't.Care'

But, my will and resilience was not enough to help me.

The fabric was placed over my nose again and this time around, few seconds passed before I was drawn into a dark world...my consciousness taken from me.

The last view my memory decided to flash before me is that of Don Massimo from seven years ago.

His hair packed behind his head and his black coat that swayed behind him as he walked away, after finalizing the contract that would dictate the remaining days of my life.

I wonder what this next phase of my life holds.

But I just turned twenty...

Note: Fanculo means F**k.

MASSIMO'S POV

'Amelia Gianni!

Amelia Gianni!'

She pleases me in different ways without even trying.

Light blue doe-y eyes, jet black hair, freckled face...all had me enthralled.

Especially the fact that these features were present in my deceased sister whom I have only loved but was brutally killed before me by my rivals.

Amelia's light blue eyes had attracted and drawn me when our eyes met that day in the Marciano Manor and I was beyond happy when she had been offered.

My expressions remained the same and unfazed though my insides were squishy.

It took a lot for me not to change the deal...order for her to go with me that instant.

Especially that one time...

Two years ago

Those I told to keep an eye on her, told me that Amelia turned eighteen that day and she made plans with her friend to go to a club to celebrate her arrival into adulthood.

That day was also a very stressful day for me - dealing with blood, money and new deals, I needed something that could take my mind off the buzz.

I decided to go to the club she was in, just to watch her from afar.

'But is that ever possible?'

She had grown into a freaking magnet that was pulling in men...pulling me in.

I drove in an hour after she had arrived because I needed to have a good shower. I couldn't afford to reek of sweat and dried blood.

I chose the VVIP room above where I could monitor all that was going on and I spotted her...

"Amelia..." I said as I took a sip of the Ex Claritas wine from my cup. Her name felt like candy on my tongue.

She was in a navy blue backless gown that stopped mid thigh and black boots that rose above her ankles a little.

Her hair was let down and she had glitters around her eyes.

She looked stunning.

I watched different men try to flirt with her and her attempt to flirt back. She needed no words to trap any man.

Her friend soon pulled her to the dance floor and they giggled as they spoke in each other's ears.

A song I have been hearing in almost every nook and cranny in the world began to play...'Gasolina'

Amelia's eyes lit up despite her tipsy gaze and so did her friend's.

They stood side by side and began to dance in the same manner. They clearly knew the song and have danced to it a lot because they synced and choreographed in the same way.

The crowd noticed them and formed a circle around them as everyone watched them dance.

They were cheered through claps and praises.

'So she is a good dancer also?' I thought to myself.

When the song was over, people cheered for them as the circle was closed and everyone danced on.

During the closing of the circle, someone who isn't a waiter handed Amelia and her friend glasses of vodka.

Her friend went to one of the seats by the side of the room after the dance while Amelia remained on the dance floor.

Her hands roamed caressingly from her hair to her body as she giggled carefreely.

She was clearly drunk...

I wanted her hands to be mine because I wanted to feel what that tiny body of hers is made of.

I took another swig of the wine as I turned my back on the transparent glass I have been watching her from. I ran a hand through my hair because the thoughts that were going through my head weren't normal at all.

She just turned eighteen and here I was lusting after her.

Not to mention the fact that she is nothing special...just a payment for business that went bad.

I was turning into a mess because of some girl. I definitely need to f**k a girl tonight as that could be the reason for my scattered thoughts.

I turned around to take one last look at Amelia but the view I was met with turned my vision red.

She was in the arms of a strange man and he was leading her out of the club.

It clicked to me at that moment.

That drink she had collected was spiked and the person with her was either the one who had done it or has relations to whoever did.

At that time, three men also exited the two exit routes after taking glances at the man who was with Amelia.

'I thought I was done with blood for the day but it seems not'

Angelo - my right hand man - was by my side the next moment. He always knows how to observe my mood.

"Should I go after them

Sire?" Angelo asked.

"I'll go after the girl. You take care of her friend" I said as I pointed to her friend who was passed out on a table with two men by her side.

'Can't these fools see that they are little girls?' I thought to myself as I picked my coat and threw it over me.

As I took the elevator downstairs with Thomas and Elijah by my side, I ascertained if my guns were safely tucked behind my pants.

These type of men are so easily predictable because I could tell that they would be in the garage...and yes, they were.

Our footsteps that approached halted their movements and they looked at our direction.

As we kept coming their way, they understood that we were coming at them and the three others left the side of the one that was holding Amelia.

Thomas and Elijah each took a man and they began to squabble. The last unopposed man chose me and I smiled - that maniac lop sided smile that those I torture say makes me look like the devil.

If only they knew the devil was more merciful.

Before he could throw a punch at me, I wrapped my hands around his neck like a slithering snake and snapped his neck before he could struggle.

I dropped his body without a care as my eyes stayed on the man that was putting Amelia into the back seat of the car.

Her legs were still out when I got to him and I gave him a striking punch on his face. His head whipped to the side and small blood from his mouth spurted to the floor.

He was the one who was graced enough to have his hands on her. His hands definitely have no more use to him.

He was on his knees when I brought out one of my guns and I shot at his arms.

The sound of the shots being fired filled the garage and a follow up scream of pain ensued.

Thomas and Elijah had the two other men on their knees, their hands behind them.

"Take them to the warehouse," I commanded.

"Yes Sire!" They said simultaneously.

I threw Amelia over my shoulder and led her to my car.

"I don't know who you are...but...but you smell nice" Amelia said with a chuckle and I shook my head.

Massimo's POV

I took her to one of my hotels and to the suite allocated to me. She was acting wild during the ride and was saying a lot of gibberish. She even unzipped her dress halfway as she claimed she was feeling hot despite how cold the car was.

I could not trust her to stay put till I was sure she had knocked herself out.

As I laid her on my bed, she suddenly held the collar of my shirt.

"And where do you think you are going handsome?" Amelia asked with that sweet smile of hers as she struggled to bite her lower lip to seem sexy - I suppose.

Her look was hooded and gazed with something I could not quite understand.

Probably it was the line up of the glitters around her eyes for whatever reason but there was just something irresistibly sexy at that moment with her light blue orbs that were darker.

"Nowhere" I said as I rested on one of my arms, so my weight wouldn't crush her.

"Uhmm...Don't you want to stay with mummy?

Oh no...that isn't the line Carla said would work" She said releasing one of her hands from my collar. She fisted her hair with her free hand and squinted her eyes like she was in deep thoughts.

"Yes...I...I remember.

Can you kiss me?" Amelia asked and I smiled but then I stopped.

She was saying flirty things and I think this was the reason she had come to the club tonight.

'If that guy had taken her, would she have asked him to kiss her also?' I thought.

"I don't kiss little girls" I said and I tried to pry her other hand from my collar but she only held on tighter.

"I'm not a little girl anymore. I am officially an adult" Amelia said with a small pout and she looked cuter.

"But not the kind of adult I want to kiss" I said and she released me.

"You may go. I just wanted a remarkable kiss for this day. The theme for today is A Kiss to Remember, but I guess I won't be getting that" Amelia said and she was about to turn to the other side of the bed when I held her in place.

'A kiss to Remember?

What sort of things do girls come up with?'

The thought that if I wasn't here, she would have been in this same position with another did not sit well with me.

"Though I know you are drunk, I will give you a kiss you will always remember" I said.

I moved closer to her and she pouted her lips happily as she closed her eyes.

'What kind of a kiss are you expecting? If I merely peck you, you won't remember Piccino' I thought to myself.

I needed her lips to open up to me willingly and I shifted the hair that covered her neck.

I kissed the bare area and looked back at her face. Her eyes fluttered open and I repeated the action again.

I kissed my way upwards, to the lobe of her ear, her cheeks and the glitters around her eyes.

With every kiss on her face, I could feel her breath become breathless and her lips slightly opened.

My eyes landed on her bow shaped lips and I placed my hand behind her neck.

"You must remember Piccino" I said in a low voice before my lips came down on hers.

Her soft lips opened up completely to me and I had access to her mouth. My lips adored her lower lips before giving the same attention to her upper lip and she tried to match my drive. Despite her enthusiasm, I could feel her lack of knowledge.

When my tongue caressed hers, a soft moan left her mouth to mine.

That did it...

I lifted her to a sitting position and her hands wrapped around my neck.

I placed my hand around her waist and lifted her so she was straddling me and all the while, our lips remained in touch.

She held both sides of my face as the kiss that was supposed to be short but promising turned deep and luring.

It became a dangerous path that I wanted to plunge further into.

"Amelia..." I said in-between the kiss as I wanted to break it but she wanted to continue.

I couldn't stop her and that was a bad sign. A sign that I was losing and for once I wanted to lose.

I wanted to lose my calm and control.

Her small hands found the buttons of my shirt and she began to undo each.

My hands found the zip that held her gown in place and the gown came apart when I went all the way down.

Just as I was about to peel the little piece of fabric away from her skin, my phone began to buzz in my pocket and my brain began to function again.

I broke the kiss and reached out for my phone.

It was Angelo.

It was time to go back home.

Home?!

I looked at Amelia's flushed face and red lips and I took a deep breath. Looking at her would only worsen the situation.

"You should go to..." My husky voice sang out but I wasn't able to complete my sentence before she suddenly went limp in my hands.

She was exhausted.

I was never grateful for something as I was at that moment and I gently placed her on the bed. I covered her up properly and then I placed a bottle of water on the nightstand along with a sachet of advil because I knew she was bound to have a terrible ache in her head when she wakes up.

Next, I took a pen and a sheet of paper.

"It was nice seeing you again Piccino.

I hope you abstain from clubs and men from now on. Both are bad for you, as long as it isn't with me. Till we meet in twenty four months Piccino."