The Mafia Lord Lost Love

Ariana's POV

(Approximately five years ago)

"Ariana?"

My tired eyes began to awaken as I heard his mesmerizing rich voice echoing in the distance. It brought a grin to my face as my tummy was filled with butterflies; he had finally arrived.

My pulse raced as I heard his voice again, and I opened my eyes expecting to see him instantly. I wanted to get up and tell him how much I loved him because I didn't feel like I had said it enough.

"Ariana?"

His voice was like a melody to my ears, and I would never get tired of it because I adored it. The way he calls me melts my heart because it makes me feel lovely. How can someone like him be so devoted and loving to me when he has a darker side that everyone fears except me?

"Ariana?"

My heart skips a beat again as my name slips off his tongue; it kills me.

"Ariana?!?"

My body tensed up when his voice didn't sound the same as before; in fact, his frustrated voice bounced between the walls, which puzzled me. He was nowhere to be seen, and I wrinkled my brow, wondering why he was calling me like that. His voice sounded so forceful and furious that it haunted me since I'd never heard him this desperate.

"Ariana? Stop playing games with me!"

What?

When I looked around, my brow furrowed again since I had no idea where I was.

How did I get here?

As I questioned where I was, I began to investigate my surrounds with only my vision, and I noticed that the windows were sealed with metal, so there was no life in the room; it also made the place windowless, allowing the bundle of nerves to simply kick in in my stomach and consume my insides. I disliked how dark the room was. The moist scent of the chamber was awful; it reeked of fresh blood, which made my body freeze in fear.

"Ariana? Where the fùck are you? Stop playing with me and come out!"

All of my fears and nerves vanished as soon as I felt the sensations my surroundings were giving me, yet I was still completely perplexed. I could sense the chilly, unclean air. He yelled out again, and as he did, I couldn't help but note how anxious and upset he appeared, which reinforced my intuition that none of this was going to end well. However, I told myself that everything would be fine since he was around and I felt protected.

"Ariana quit playing games with me. I am being serious. Please come out! Please.."

His deep hysterical voice became closer to me as it got louder, and my head turned to see where it was coming from, which was the steel door. I sprang up when I heard his voice, only to fall back down when my back was in excruciating pain. As I attempted to stand up, the pain ran up my back, so I crawled to the door. As I approached the door, I noticed a little window that displayed what was on the other side. I dragged myself up and looked through it, only to be met with the most excruciating image I'd ever seen.

Enzo entered my frame of vision when I noticed him on the floor on his knees, his shoulders sagged down in defeat as he cried into his hands and simply shook his head. My mouth hung wide because I didn't know what to say; I couldn't understand anything. The last time I looked, Enzo was the strongest guy I knew on Earth, and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. This was the first time I'd seen him cry like that.

This had to be a nightmare, one that I loathed. I had to wake up because I felt so helpless seeing him cry his eyes out as if he had just lost something. Even in my fantasies, I couldn't stomach seeing him injured; it made my heart throb. Right now, he appeared to be in anguish, and when I awoke from this agonizing dream, I would be the one to relieve all of his suffering.

My body tensed as I felt a chilly, unpleasant air brush over my flesh. Goosebumps began to appear, and nothing felt good about this, and I was afraid. Enzo sobbing in front of me predicted everything, and I was unprepared for what was to follow. My body felt like it had gone through hell since all I could feel was agony and burns, and the tightness in my muscles made me unable to move. I was so stiff from simply resting in one position that I couldn't move away from the door; nevertheless, when I did, I landed on my back again. I eventually moved my body, only to be touched by another, causing me to quiver in response. I was shivering as my sight moved to my left, and fear overwhelmed me to the point that my breath froze for a second. My gaze moved swiftly from one to the next.

A few cold-blooded corpses.

My eyes left their sockets as I counted five lifeless bodies sprawled about me, and to say I was terrified would be an understatement. I was terrified; I was so ashamed that I thought I would pass out. When I regained my voice, I attempted to yell for aid, but nothing was heard.

As I studied the bodies with my limited power, I saw that they were all coated in fresh blood. I glanced down at myself and began to quiver with fear as I realized I was too covered in blood; I was going to get sick. I worried as I began to wonder whose blood it was: was it mine? I shook the notion out of my brain since I couldn't be my. I was in a lot of pain, but I knew I wasn't going to die.

As I made an attempt to sit erect, I was able to do so and only let out a small sigh as I felt agony all over my body, particularly my arms and ankles.

"Enzo... Enzo! I'm here!" I screamed as I crept closer the door, peering through the frame again to capture his attention. My echoes simply bounced between the four walls of this chamber, unable to reach beyond. My hands coiled up into a ball and pounded against the steel door, but it did nothing, nor did my shouts for him, since despite my best efforts, I failed to get his attention when he went straight by me.

I tried to get up on my feet, only to discover that it was restricted by chunks of thick metal. I looked at my ankles for a second and realized I was shackled and absolutely confined. I was perplexed as I wondered what this was; I'd never been shackled or kept in this manner. My anxiousness surged when I realized I couldn't do anything to improve my chances of liberty since, with these chains, I was going nowhere.

I faintly remembered what had happened as I tried to recollect the events of the past, so I began to scan my surroundings again in an attempt to recall anything, but as I did so, my headache worsened and I moaned in agony.

I fixed my gaze on one of the dead and tried again to recall what I could, but I couldn't think of anything. I continued to gaze at one, realizing that I didn't identify any of them. I also noticed that these deceased people wore a uniform that looked very familiar, but I can't recall where I saw it.

"Enzo!" I yelled again, reaching for the door. I sighed and collapsed to the ground in despair; it was the thousandth time I had called him.

"Ariana..."

My head quickly swung back to the shut door, and my stomach fell as I observed that his voice had gotten closer than before. Though he wasn't immediately in front of me, I had a sense of calm come over me since I knew he was in the correct spot to look for me, which meant he would find me soon.

I kept calling for Enzo, praying that he would listen, but my body felt like it was gradually shutting down.

"Enzo!" I managed to say through something covering my lips. My call was faint, though, and I don't think he heard me. I could still hear him furiously shouting out for me, and each time he did, it got closer to the door. I screamed out for him again as I saw his big, towering figure approaching the door.

"Dan-"

When I cried out his name again, my mouth was brutally covered, and I was dragged violently away from the entrance to a dark room that was linked to the one I was in before.

I was dragged inside the room like an animal, and I heard the chain that was attached to my ankles slide down the floor, making a commotion that only added to my misery, prompting me to cry out. When I reached the other room, I was pressed against the wall. My back banged into the wall, and I could hear everything that was going on in the room immediately beyond it. I heard fists beating on the door, followed by another tremendous thud that rocked the room; Enzo must have broken in.

"Dant-"

"Ssh!"

I opened my eyes and examined my surroundings to see where that voice was coming from. Plain blackness surrounding us, so I furrowed my brow when I observed a shadow moving around in the dark, but as I lifted my head to get a better look, I was stunned, to say the least.

"D-Dad?" I breath.

He emerged from the darkness, and I was instantly inundated with questions that I asked myself. He stared at me at first while I sought for his eyes; his loose strands of hair had gotten in the middle of his sweaty face, and his suit was a mess. I looked at him again and wondered what on earth he was doing here. As I did so, I couldn't help but feel my body relax in relief, knowing that if Enzo couldn't locate me, Daddy could.

"Yes, dearie, it's me." He hummed with a nice grin, but I was just somewhat concerned because this was odd. When my eyes met my father's brown eyes, I smiled; they soothed me.

I haven't seen Dad since last week since he had an important trip that necessitated him to go to America. I didn't anticipate Fim to return anytime soon, and certainly not in this manner.

"Dad, w-what's going on? Why are we hiding?" I squirmed against the wall, bombarding him with questions. I really wanted to get out of here and get home.

"Not now, I will answer your questions later." He hissed in frustration.

"But dad-"

"Shut the fuck up!" He muttered in a choleric tone before covering my lips with his rough hands. My body was tight against the wall as I looked to my left; a tear slipped from my eye as I heard footsteps approaching the door next to me. I turn my gaze to my father, who watches the surroundings with caution before returning to me. "Ariana, you know that I will not tolerate childish behavior or any kind of misbehavior; I am your father, and you respect me as I have always taught you." He growled, tightening his grip around my mouth. I only nodded up at him as I felt myself crumble into pieces. "You will never see Enzo ever again, you will stay away from him. Is that understood?"

I stopped writhing against the wall and looked deeply into my father's steely eyes; he wasn't kidding. When his words passed through one ear and nestled in my thoughts, my heart splintered into millions of pieces as I contemplated what this truly meant. I let go of his hand and stand against the wall, losing myself in his harsh stare.

Tears began to fall from my eyes as I heard my father scream those things at me. I knew this day would come, but I did not anticipate it to be like this. My father opposes my connection with Enzo since he has other ideas. He does not want us to be together and once attempted to talk me out of our relationship, but I didn't believe he was serious. I never imagined that my father would go to such lengths to prevent me from seeing Enzo.

When he grabbed my face, I began to feel severe agony. I felt his thumb push so firmly into my jaws that I couldn't extricate myself from his tight grip. All I could do was murmur, which wasn't enough for Enzo to hear.

I wanted him to hear me because I had realized that my father was not here to help me, and that if I leave here with dad, I would never see Enzo again.

"I said shut the fuck up, Ariana!" he said before slapping me. I fell to the ground, feeling a searing sensation on my right cheek. I coughed into the floor and began clawing it to get away from him.

He was clearly not come to save me.

As I started to get away from him, agony shot through my lower stomach and face. When I couldn't endure the stinging feeling any longer, I sobbed on the ground and begged my father for aid.

My head sprang up and my crying was muffled when a loud gunshot echoed through the air from the opposite side of the wall. My heart pounded against my chest as I stared at the door before crawling to it. I open the door and lay on my stomach, witnessing the most terrible scene I've ever seen. I proceeded to investigate the incident, as all I saw was a body thumping on the floor and then blood.

Is this Enzo?

I placed my plans on the floor to help myself up but stopped as I heard my father's wicked chuckle reverberate across the room. My stomach clenched in fear because none of this felt good; my heart told me that the body that lay there was Enzo's, but my conscience told me otherwise.

I shift my sight to the motionless body on the floor before returning to my father, whose countenance was filled with laughter and delight.

"Sweetheart," he murmured with such fondness that I despised it. I ignored his cry and stared at the body on the floor, gulping as I slowly rose to my feet and approached it. Just as I was going to reach for it, dad grabbed my arm and pulled me around. "This bàstard is gone. I've finished him." My heart shattered over and over as my father continued, "You won't see him ever again, not in a million years because he's fùcking dead, do you hear me?" A tear slid out of my eye as I began to register his words in my brain, but I still didn't want to believe it.

"No... dad I.." I stuttered as I looked over my shoulder to see his body on the floor, "He is not dead... dad... he is strong, stronger than anything. You're just... ly-lying. I-I don't believe you."

Just stating that got me another painful yet forceful slap on the same cheek. My father's hands must have left a mark on my face, which was now numb to the touch. I glance at my father again, tears streaming down my cheeks, and began to search his gaze for anything other than bitterness and anger, but there was none.

"If the motherfùcker is strong, then why is he over there laying in his own pool of blood? Huh? Answer me, you foolish little girl!" He yelled before gripping my shoulders and forcibly turning me around so I could face this and have a clear look of the body on the floor. "Look! Just look for yourself at this dead thing. Look at this fūcking bàstard!" He yelled as he pointed to the body on the floor, his words reaching my ears and hurting so much.

I didn't look since I was afraid it was just Enzo. I sobbed against my father as I attempted to take a step back, but he only pushed me forward, pushing me to gaze. "I fùcking warned you that something like this may occur if you both just stop this nonsense! Never underestimate me Ariana because look what I have just done. He put himself in this position today for being involved in your damn life. Look Ariana!" He repeated his screams.

He clawed my jaws and twisted them in the direction of the body lying on the floor, my eyes securely shut. I wasn't prepared to view the dead body for fear that it was Enzo.

When I refused to give up, Dad simply shoved me towards the body. I lost my equilibrium and fell on the body, crying and flinching away. I walk away from it only to confirm what I suspected: this was Enzo, since his wrists were occupied by the watch that I had given him.

My brain was whirling as I felt like my entire universe had crashed down on my feet. My temples ached as I rolled over to him and held him in my arms. My lips broke as I adjusted his body to turn him around. It was Enzo, indeed. I trembled and laid his head in my lap, only to discover that he was cold and bluish.

"D-Enzo, wake up. It's me. Wake up." I cried as I touched his smooth cheeks with my shaking fingers, but he didn't move at all, so I began shaking him. I searched his body more and discovered a new cut on his stomach, copious blood seeping from it, and as time passed, his face went pale as grey, his lips dry and blue. "Enzo, come on baby. Wake up!" I yelled hoarsely into his ears while shaking his body again, but he still didn't answer.

"Enzo..." My voice shook as my chin wobbled, and my heart shattered when my flesh touched Enzo's warm blood. There was so much that I couldn't understand it all. I was bewildered since his body was just lying on me and I couldn't do anything about it.

I eventually discovered he was no longer with me.

He was not going to come back.

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~5 years later~

Ariana's POV

"Eat the fùck up!" He bawled,

I flinched against the bed as I was startled by the roar. I turned my gaze to my left to see one of the guards hold a plate of food as he stood at the foot of my bed. I gulped, getting rid of my parched throat as I searched his hands. I exhaled out a breath of relief when I saw a glass of water in his hand, ready for me to just chug it down.

I close my eyes as I realize that another day has come by and nothing yet has happened that would change my life for the better or worst. I felt as though my fate had been sealed years ago but I still had a little bit of hope that soon, I would be out of this misery. I've remained in this room that I've been kept in for the past 5 years and ever since that day, my freedom had been snatched away from me. This room was his and mine, and I certainly did not like the idea. I wasn't allowed to leave the room without his permission and I hated it, I wanted all of this to just end. I had a lot of thoughts to kill him in his sleep; to just wrap my hands around his neck and just squeeze until he is unable to move but I didn't have the courage to do so. I know that if I did attempt it, I would be taking a huge risk and place my life at stake.

Whenever he did enter the room, I'd always be intimated because of his demanding behavior that I loathed, I always try to hide away from him but I fail as I'm frightened to hell to even stand up to him because the second I do, I will be dead. A lot has happened in this room and I was never allowed to forget them, in fact I was forced to remember them because he would remind me every second of everyday of what he would do to me. He would even threaten me and still would do anything to hurt me because he didn't care, not at all.

I quivered against the sheets when the guard dog walked around the bed to reach me. I was silent when he hovered over me with the plate still in his hand before he shoved the water in front of me. I take the glass with my shaking hands before I hear the plate of food just clatter on the wooden drawer next to the bed.

"I want everything eaten on this plate. If it's not, ya klyanus' bogom, ya ub'yu tebya sam!" He muttered with a very thick accent just clinging onto his voice, confusion ran past my face as I glance up at him. I had no idea what he said but I knew for sure that it was something very unpleasant because he's face was very... expressive. He growled under his breath before he rubbed his chin, I knew I thwarted him because I was very slow with my actions but to be honest, I really did not care what these men did to me, it didn't frighten me as much as it did when he would do anything.

My body shivered as I reach out for the plate while the man held me under his scrutiny. Even through the slightest movements, my body hurt so much that I winced however I bit my tongue. I grabbed the plate from the bedside table and bought it to my lap. I look at the food that was provided to me and instantly felt nauseous, the food was not really appetizing. On my plate there was a sandwich, yogurt and fruit. I went on to grab my sandwich however, I stopped in my tracks when the door swung open to reveal what I feared most to this very day.

Antonio Luciano.

The repulsive man that is called to be my fiancé.

Antonio was first introduced to me as my fiancé by my ruthless father the year after I had lost Enzo. That day was the day I lost myself because not only did Enzo leave me, but torture entered my life when Antonio was introduced to me. I still remember the day he was introduced to me; I didn't have a choice, I had to accept my fathers choice. When I had first met him, I was frightened because after what my father had done to Enzo, I knew I couldn't trust him at all. However, my first encounter with Antonio was not bad at all, in fact I thought he was an understanding man, but little did I know. The day I met Antonio was the day I learned that he was betrothed to me since I was thirteen without my consent and I was definitely oblivious to everything.

"In no time, Antonio shall be properly betrothed to my Ariana."

I still remember my fathers hurtful words to this day and it shattered very single brain cell I had in my head because he repeated it to me every single day, reminding me that I was his and only his. The words really killed me mentally and I was sick and tired of it.

Antonio was leaning on the door frame with an evil demeanor while his arms were folded against his chest. The look he gave me only indicated that he had evil intentions and I tensed when my heart dropped to my stomach that he was here again. I gulped as I examined his appearance and noticed that his white shirt was cover in fresh blood. My gaze moved to his hands and I realised he was holding a gun.

Realisation filled my system when I close my eyes and felt a tear just slide out of my eyes. Though it was in my natural instinct, I still knew what he had just done and it shattered my heart a thousand more times. The fresh blood that was sprayed all over his clothes definitely belongs to an innocent person and I couldn't do anything about it, in fact I would have to watch this heartless monster kill someone. He would force me to watch him slit every throat, force himself on every victim that was a woman and watch him shout abusive language to people that did nothing to him. However, today was different because I wasn't dragged down to his basement to watch him kill anyone today.

"What on earth is going on in here?" He questioned with curiosity and it only made my body tense because he was here, few feet away from me.

"I brought her food up for her." His men replied as he walked away from the bed, "But of course, I could always take her food back down so you can eat with her."

Antonio glared at the man who lowered his head while he stood in between us. Although this man was nothing but ruthless to me, I still did not want Antonio to do anything to him because I hated witnessing someone experiencing their own death. Whenever I did, it would leave me with PTSD for days.

He approached the man that stood in between and smacked his hand on his shoulder when he reached him.

"Voz'mi yeye yedu vniz, ya khochu, chtoby ona yela so mnoy." Antonio muttered to the guy before he gave him a firm nod. His turned his gaze to me as he approached me and then took the plate away from me. Once he did, he walked past Antonio and headed for the door before he left us alone.

Antonio's eyes softened when he returned his focus on me after the man left, he gave me a smile as he was trying to wipe the blood off his shirt because he knew I hated that. I blink up at him before I look away and tremble under his scrutiny, I had to remain calm in order to prevent him from taking any drastic measures in order to 'punish me', or so he says.

"How are you feeling detka?" He asked while he shut the door behind him, I look up at him as he turned back to approach me and gave him a weak smile.

"I'm fine..." I whispered, "It was just a cold." I curl up against the headboard as I bring my knees close to my chest before my arms wraps around them. I felt the bed in front of me just sink in and I flinched when he touched my head.

I was cold, very cold that I developed a fever yesterday. I needed to be cared for in an appropriate manner but Antonio wouldn't let anybody see me because I did not 'deserve it', whatever that meant. I shrugged my shoulders and curl away from him again, part of my legs were exposed to him so my hand reaches down to my trousers as I pull it down to cover the exposed part of my skin. I wore a plain white, long-sleeved top with a pair of cotton trousers.

I glance up at him and catch him staring at me like I was his. I shivered inwardly as I look away and just close my eyes.

"Come and join me downstairs, food will be ready on the table." He said and I glanced at him again, his eyes just twinkled with anticipation. "Just you and me."

"I really don't want to eat. I feel sick already and eating will only make me more sick." I reasoned as I move away from him again,

"What?"

My ears were burning hot when I stare at the small space between my feet, that tone of voice frightened me. My stomach dropped when I thought about the things he does just to release his anger. His whole demeanour changed rapidly in just a matter of few seconds and I knew what he was going to do next.

I rise my head from my crouching position and look at Antonio to see that he did not seem happy at all. His face dropped in disbelief at my refusal that he began to clench his teeth and tighten his grip around the gun he was holding from earlier. I was clearly able to tell because his knuckles turned white.

"What did you say?" He bellowed and it intimidated me, my stomach hurt from the bundle of nerves that gathered. I was genuinely fearing for my life because when Antonio was angry, I knew that I would be dead at the end of the day. When I didn't answer him, Antonio began to load his gun. Once he did, he cocked the gun and then unexpectedly shoved it down my crotch. I gasped and snapped my leg closed at the spontaneous contact however, his hand was placed on my knees to keep my legs wide open. I squirmed when my gaze traveled between my legs, I was frightened for my life when I felt my heart just hammering violently against my chest that it began to hurt. "I said, what did you say Ariana?" He repeated himself but this time, the tone of his voice lowered more as his gaze turned into a glare.

"I-I don't wa-want to eat, A-Antonio." I stuttered when as I began to move against the gun. The tip of his gun rubbed my opening very harshly through the fabric of my clothes and it hurt so much that I cried out in pain. My lips broke out a cry as I watch him with a desperate look of plead to just let me go. My eyes welled up from the excruciating pain between my legs but all he did was pressed harder and glare at me.

Antonio kept his firm grip on that gun as he scooted closer to me, his face was inches away from mine as his eyes bounced between mine with a glare stirring with passion of hate. His other hand travelled to my face to caresses it but all I did was whimper as beads of sweat rolled down my head. I inhaled as I focus on the pain, but it hurt so much I couldn't take it anymore so I pushed him away, it was a natural instinct to do which I deeply regret.

Antonio was shoved away from me harshly when finally, his gun was away. I closed my legs and whimpered in pain as I curl away from him again, however he did not stop there. I heard him chuckle when he scooted himself closer to me again. His hands traveled to my face again before the other one grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head down so I was facing him.

"What was that Ariana?" He growled as he caresses my face with this tip of his gun, "What did I tell you about refusal? Did I not teach you well or did you not listen at all?"