Sweet Revenge

Heavy, that's how Emilia was feeling at the moment. Her arms felt heavy, her legs felt heavy. She felt like she had just taken a bath in cement and was being weighed down by it. Her head felt like it was hit with a baseball bat or anything, and yet. She didn't remember getting hit with anything. All Emi remembered was having snuck out to a friend's house because she was grounded for being caught drinking under aged. Then, everything started to become a little fuzzy, did she make it to her friends? Did something happen there?

A jostle of whatever it was that Emi was laying on disturbed her thoughts. An without even meaning to, a small groan escaped from the young girl. "Ow." She groaned out quietly, her mouth felt dry. It was quiet, or was she unable to hear? Emi wasn't sure. She could barely feel anything. Then, about the accept the fact that she was deaf, a pop sounded in her ears, and sound started to come towards her. Voices, soft voices. She didn't know if they were far away or if the people were whispering though. All she could tell was that they didn't sound familiar to her and, was that a different language?

It took everything in Emilia to open her eyes. An even when she finally managed to do so, she had to quickly close them because of the sudden light stung. Keeping her eyes closed for a couple of seconds, Emi did her best to open her eyes once more. Doing so slowly. Starting with fluttering them open a small crack before opening them enough to look around. Her bright green iris' focused on what was in front of her, confusion written on her face as she tried to put together what was going on.
White leather chairs, two for each side of the aisle. Windows, small and oval-shaped lined the walls of the plane. The plane, she was on a plane. Emi's eyes narrowed in confusion as she realized that little fact. How did I get on a plane? Emi wondered quietly to herself. Shifting slightly to get a better look at her surroundings, a small squeak escaped from Emi as the cuffs that held her wrists behind her back tugged on her bruised flesh and caused a sting of pain to shoot up her arms. The sound was loud enough to catch a large guy with a gun a few seat up's attention. His dark eyes narrowed at Emi before looking towards someone else and mumbling something that she couldn't hear.

Slowly, Emi slid her tongue over her dry lips nervously and shifted her eyes away from the scary man a couple of chairs away from her. Instead, she took in the rest of her surroundings. She was in the last row of the private looking plane. She was cuffed, as well as strapped into her seat. Stuck, she was stuck, and she had no idea who these guys were. She needed to play this smart. She needed to find out why she was taken and try to get any sort of information she could out of them.

@ FallenHope95
Matteo's father, Stefano, had ordered those of the Esposito house to take action against the Davis house for their hand in taking out some of his best drug runners. Matteo took the opportunity to prove his worth to his father and the future of their House. He, two strongmen, another drug runner, and their private pilot schemed and planned for weeks to exact their revenge on the Davis house. The Esposito's were done taking it from the Davis' and being subservient to them. They had power, and a lot of it, but were also overruled by the Davis'.

Matteo had been tracking the only daughter to the Head of the Davis house during the weeks they planned their revenge. He and the rest of the Esposito's knew this would be the only way to make a real impact. Killing off some low man on the totem poll would not do anything but pester them. They had to do something that would gain recognition, respect, and power. Kidnapping her would show his father he was worthy and bring the Esposito house back to it's former glory.

Matteo and his counterparts had infiltrated England and followed Emilia to a party. They did not realize that it would be so easy to follow the plan. They knew they would have to drug her to get her out quietly, and wanted to do so at a party where no one would notice. When she left a drink alone, Matteo dropped some poweder in it before disappearing back into the crowd. As they watched her slip away the men swooped in and got her. They tied her hands and ankles together. The men loaded her onto a van and drove to the airport, where the private pilot waited for their quick departure.

Once on the plane, the men locked her into the seat and took off back to Italy. Matteo and his wingmen sat a few rose up, discussing the plan for her once they arrived back in Italy. Stefano knew of the plan, but did not believe in his son to execute it. He was proud of himself. He made sure to discuss plans in Italian, hoping she didn't speak it. He did not want any information leaking in any fashion until he wanted to disclose it.

When Antonio told the men she was awake, Matteo nodded and grinned, thanking him. He got up, followed by the two wingmen, and made his way to the back of the plane. He asked one of the men a question in Italian before sitting across from Emilia. When the man returned he had a glass of red wine, handing it to Matteo. "Ciao." He said and grinned, then pointed to seats around them for his strongmen to occupy. "Emilia Davis, nice to meet you."

@ BadStreetBoys
The hairs on the back of Emilia's neck raised as she saw that there was more than just that one man sitting up ahead of her. With a nervous swallow, Emi did her best to sit up straight and tried to not show any fear as one of the men sat down in front of her. Followed by a couple of other men. Men who Emi could easily tell could kill her in seconds if she tried to do something stupid.

As the first man to sit spoke, Emi shifted her bright green eyes towards him and narrowed her eyes slightly. "Who are you?" Emi asked quietly and glanced at the seat to her side as one of the men sat next to her. Emi stiffened as the strong-looking guy just glanced down at her with an arched eyebrow. Amusement dancing in his eyes as the smaller woman did her best to scoot away from him. Creating as much space between then as the seat would allow.

Then, the young girl shifted her gaze back towards the man in front of her who was now given something to drink. Emi's eyes narrowed once more at him. He seemed to hold some sort of air about him, he screamed his demand for respect like a child screaming for attention. Everyone gave it, no matter the situation. "What do you want from me?" She asked quietly, her head tilting to the side ever so slightly. "If it's money, then you can have it. Name your price and just send me home. I won't tell anyone." It was a stupid thing to assume that these men were after money. They allowed her to see their faces. In all of the crime shows Emi binged watch, if someone saw their kidnapper's faces, then they usually ended up dead. "Surely, you must know who my father is if you know my name." She should stop talking, Emi knew that. An yet, she couldn't. "He's the president of France, he's probably already sent his best men to find me. Meaning that you're more then likely going to be a dead man if you don't return me in one peace."

She was so dead. Emi could feel it, she was just digging herself deeper and deeper into the ground. Her lips pursed together, the bottom one in a little bit more as she lightly chewed on the soft skin.

Matteo sipped his wine as he watched Emilia move. He was studying her body language and noticing every feature about her. He was studying her as if he would be quizzed later that night. But he did this so he could know weaknesses and pick things out that would give him advantages in the future while demanding the power form the Davis'. He noticed she moved away from his strongman, Antonio. "Antonio, give her some space, I don't think she fancies you very much." He said, waving his hand to get the man to back off. "I think I can handle a 120 pound girl, whos tied up, by myself. We're also on a plane, where do you think she will go?" He said and chuckled. Antonio moved up a few rows, but still faced the pair to observe the situation.

Matteo laughed as she tried to threaten him and buy him. "I'm on a private jet with four men who work for me, I don't need money" He said, arrogance floating over his words. "Also, I don't think you are the one in a position to be making threats, now are you?" His italian accent was thick, but he was fluent in French, English, and German, as well as Italian. "If you are oh so powerful, high and mighty, blah blah blah, shouldn't you know who I am?" he taunted, standing up and turning his back to her as he walked a few paces forward. Matteo sipped his wine, finishing the glass and setting it on a table beside him, then walked back towards Emilia.

"I am Matteo Esposito, son of Stefano Esposito, therefore heir to the Esposito House thrown." He said and sat again, looking Emilia in the eyes. "Nice to meet you." He paused to allow her to think, hoping she may understand why she was here without him explaining. "We are on our way to Italy right now. My father didn't think I could do it, so this was my way to prove to him I am worthy of the crown." Matteo leaned back in his seat and crossed his legs.

Matteo watched Emilia, again looking her up and down. "Your father killed one of my friend's, a family friend. For no reason. Just to flex his political muscles. They say revenge is best served cold, so here you are." He said and waved his hand over her. "We don't want your money. We are sick of you putting us down and thinking you're better than us."

@ FallenHope95

@ BadStreetBoys
The blinking of bright green eyes was all that Emi could give Matteo as he spoke and moved around. She didn't follow anything that he was saying. Why should she have heard of him? She was the daughter of a president, not some sort of foreign ambassador or something. An what the hell was he talking about thrones and crowns for? This wasn't the medieval era.

"Uh," Emi said quietly, her bright green eyes looking at the arrogant man warily as she tried to lean more back into her chair. "I don't understand." Her voice was quiet. "Why would my father want someone killed? I don't even think he has the power to command people to kill. He's a businessman, Mr.Esposito. I think you've got the wrong person." Emi tried to reason with this mad man. She was kept in the dark about most of her family's business affairs. Her older brothers and father were the ones who did the dirtier parts of things, and let little Emilia live in blissful ignorance of everything.

A light blush slowly spread across Emi's cheeks as she spotted Matteo looking her over. The fact that he was doing so, so openly caused a small scuff to come from the young lady as she tried to seem just as stuck up as the man in front of her. "Can you please stop looking at me like I'm on display?" Emi asked, doing her best to narrow her eyes and not seem intimidated by the man in front of her. It may be true that she had no room to argue or make demands, but that didn't mean that she was going to let this stranger have his way with her. She was still a living being.

Then, it felt like Emi's stomach dropped as she realized something. "Wait, we're going to Italy? Right now?" She asked, turning to look out the window and seeing that they were up in the air, the plane descending slowly to reveal the beautiful country through the breaks in the cloud. Italy, it was a beautiful country, and Emi's always dreamed of visiting the country. She's asked her father on multiple occasions if she could take a trip there, each time he told her no. Not even giving her an explanation, and turned his back to her. The rich history of the country was amazing to her, so the rejections were always a heartache for her to deal with for a few days. "If you're going to kill me, then at least I'll be able to die in a beautiful place." She mumbled quietly, not meaning for her thoughts to be spoken for Matteo to hear.

@ FallenHope95
I’m on my phone now since it’s getting late just so you know

Matteo raised his eyebrow at her as she said she didn’t know anything of him or what he was speaking about. “Do you know nothing of your family heritage? Of the power your family holds, why, and how? Do you know nothing of your counterparts in world affairs?” He asked, almost disgusted that she was so ignorant and so high ranking.

“Your father is powerful, as you’ve said. So is my father. And the men that rule all the other 3 houses. The houses that shape the world. We all have ties to Ancient Rome royalty, therefore we have ascended to power and keep this power. We shape the world, politics, social views, etc. you know nothing of this?” He shook his head, pressing his eyebrows together with his fingers. “You do not realize how much power your father has. Each house has its own specialty so to speak. Esposito’s is drug and sex rings. We had a drug runner bringing heroin into England and your father’s men caught him and killed him. It goes against our oath. We are not supposed to attack one another unless one house is infringing in another. He crossed a line, so now we are too.” Matteo explained.

He had turned his back to go up to the cockpit when he heard Emilia speak of Italy. “Beautiful place? Have you ever been?” He asked and turned back to he. “I am biased, but I do believe Italy is one of the most beautiful places on earth. Rich food, rich culture, rich land.” He said and smiled. “We don’t plan on killing you, we plan on using you as leverage for power.”

Matteo gave his men orders in Italian as they landed. The two strongmen grabbed Emilia easily and begin to carry her off the plane as Matteo followed behind. They got into a large, limousine like vehicle, placing Emilia in the back and buckling her in for further precautionary measures. Matteo day between the drives row and emilia’s row. “Welcome to Italy, unfortunately the windows are tinted so you won’t be able to see much as we drive. Maybe if I can trust you eventually I’ll take you for a walk around our property.” He said and turned forward as the driver began towards the Esposito mansion.

@ BadStreetBoys
Whatever drug these men had used to knock Emilia out was slowly going away. Her head still hurt and her body still felt heavy, but. At least she was able to think a little bit clearer. At least, as clear as anyone could in this sort of situation. Emi wanted nothing more than to just break down and beg these strangers to let her go home. That she didn't know anything, but she couldn't do that. She couldn't break down in front of these me. That'll just be something for them to use against her father in whatever twisted political scheme this is.

Shifting her gaze back towards the man named Matteo, Emi couldn't help but roll her eyes. "So what, are you telling me that you're a pimp and that you plan to prostitute me?" Emi asked, arching an eyebrow at the man and then huffed. She wasn't following all of this stuff. Sure, she was told stories when she was younger, about how she was descendent of royalty or something. That her families were legends in the world or something and that they had someone in power for generations. Never once losing their hold on the country, but the things that Matteo was saying was twisting her views.

"You know my name and supposedly my family history. Shouldn't you know a minuscule fact like that?" Emi asked when Matteo asked if she's been to Italy. The young girl made no move to fight the two terrifying men as they easily grabbed her and led her off of the plane. She didn't fight as she was put into a car with the men and had them strap her in like she was a damn child. "You can stop treating me like a dog, I don't need to be chained up, nor do I desire your attention." Emi's voice was monotone as she looked out the dark window that made it hard to see outside as well as inside. Her lips pursing together as the car started to drive. Expensive tires making the ride to wherever they were going incredibly smooth.

They must have been driving for a while because they had left the beautiful architecture of the old world buildings and entered the mountains. The housed growing larger in the side as well as spreading apart. "Woah," Emi mumbled as the car pulled into the driveway of a beautiful [url=Whatever drug these men had used to knock Emilia out was slowly going away. Her head still hurt and her body stll felt heavy, but. At least she was able to think a little bit clearer. At least, as clear as anyone could in this sort of situation. Emi wanted nothing more then to just break down and beg these strangers to let her go home. That she didn't know anything, but she couldn't do that. She couldn't break down in front of these me. That'll just be something for them to use against her father in whatever twisted political scheme this is.

Shifting her gaze back towards the man named Matteo, Emi couldn't help but to roll her eyes. "So what, are you telling me that you're a pimp and that you plan to prostitute me?" Emi asked, arching an eyebrow at the man and then huffed. She really wasn't following all of this stuff. Sure, she was told stories when she was younger, about how she was a decendent of royalty or something. That her family were legends in the world or something and that they had someone in power for generations. Never once losing their hold on the country, but the things that Matteo was saying was really twisting her views.

"You know my name and supposedly my family history. Shouldn't you know a miniscule fact like that?" Emi asked when Matteo asked if she's been to Italy. The young girl made no move to fight the two terrifying men as they easily grabbed her and led her off of the plane. An she didn't fight as she was put into a car with the men and had them strap her in like she was a damn child. "You can stop treating me like a dog, I don't need to be chained up, nor do I desire your attention." Emi's voice was monotone as she looked out the dark window that made it hard to see outside as well as inside. Her lips pursing together as the car started to drive. Expensive tires making the ride to wherever they were going incredibly smooth.

They must have been driving for a while because they had left the beautiful architecture of the old world buildings and entered the mountains. The housed growing larger inside as well as spreading apart. "Woah," Emi mumbled as the car pulled into the driveway of a beautiful tuscan mansion that looked like a castle. She might live in a ranther large home as well, but this place looked like it was pulled out of a book. Its a scream of history and wealth was evident in it's appearance.]tuscan mansion[/url] that looked like a castle. She might live in a rather large home as well, but this place looked like it was pulled out of a book. Its a scream of history and wealth was evident in its appearance.

@ FallenHope95
Matteo was calm the whole while, he didn’t want to show even the slightest bit of worry and anxiety. He would ascend to power in his family regardless of the outcome of this, however, if this plot succeeded then he would be well respected with his power. He wouldn’t show weakness to her, Or his men. He sat and sipped another glass of wine, composing himself. Turning only to listen to Emilia as she spoke. He believed that the more he got her to talk, the more gun power they would have in a negotiation for her release.

“Oh gosh no. I wouldn’t do that. You could slip away so easily” he chuckled at the thought. “No we are holding you, until your family notices and begins to make negotiations with us. We will not return you until demands are met. Mostly just your family handing over some power and agreeing to leave our men alone and leaving us alone. As I said, we are sick of being treated like second class royalty. At least we aren’t the house that runs the pedophilia ring.” He quipped, shaking his head with disgust.

“We’ve never truly gotten along with the Davis house, so no, I did not know they kept you ignorant. Nonetheless, it’s much better to get you than your brother. He’s worthless to what we want to accomplish.” Matteo stretched out and leaned back in the seat of the car as they drove. “Precautionary measures. Don’t want you getting hurt, lowers your value to your father.” Matteo and the men were both surprised that she wasn’t resisting, but enjoyed it. As they arrived at the house, Matteo gave orders again. The men went to the back and undid the buckle, picking up Emilia, beginning to carry her inside. Matteo lead the pack and opened the doors to the grand mansion.

He turned to face Emilia once they were inside. “There is a lot of Italian artwork on these walls, fell free to study it as we bring you through.” He said and motioned for his men to continue following him. Matteo walked slowly through the house, passing bedrooms, recreation rooms, kitchens, bathrooms, he went up a few flights of stairs before reaching his father’s office. He knocked once and heard “Ciao!” Before looking to the men and holding his finger to his lips. Matteo steppes in and grinned at his father. “I’ve got something you might like.” He motioned for the men to follow, bringing Emilia in. Stefano Esposito’s face lit up when he saw her, and he let out a gutter so laugh. He pat Matteo on the back, hard and grinned. “That’s my son,
I knew you could do it!”

@ BadStreetBoys
Pursing her lips together, Emilia couldn't help but feel like she's said something stupid. These men weren't here to respect her, they were her captors. So, of course, they'd pick the most mundane ways to keep her hostage. Cuffs, and being man handles, so cliche if you ask her. She's seen enough crime movies to know that she's either going to not make it out of this. Even though they said that they had no intention of prostituting her or harming her. Or, she was going to be rescued in a blaze of glory by her father's secret service men.

Taking Matteo's advice, Emi glanced at the paintings as they passed. Her nerves were getting the better of her, and she could feel her fingers starting to slowly fidget together behind her back. This wasn't a way to scare her into stopping her hanging out with her friends at night, no, this was a real kidnapping. This was a real danger.

Stopping when motioned to, Emi pursed her lips together once more. A habit of hers when she didn't know what to do or say and bit the inside of her bottom lip. She wanted to scream at this man for being an idiot, but when she watched Matteo knock on a door and wait to be let in, she thought better than doing that. The man behind the door was a powerful man, having an office like her father's. She watched the exchange between the two men as she was led into the room. Her bright green eyes lowering and then looking to the side as the older man spoke. Making her feel like she was a prized horse that was just bought at an auction.

Then, Emi closed her eyes and let out a quiet breath through her nose. "My father's not going to stand for any of this you know. He's going to have you all arrested and thrown into jail." Emi said quietly, keeping her eyes off of the men as she spoke. She didn't want to look at these two again. Her head hurt, she was tired and all of this seemed like it was coming from a movie. She just wanted to go home and sleep. She just wanted things to make sense again.

@ FallenHope95
Stefano looked at Emilia proudly. He couldn't believe that his son had accomplished this. It was a move that would change the power dynamics of the world, in the Esposito's favor. "Fiesty one, isn't she?" He commented and raised an eyebrow as Emilia spoke. "You say that as if he has any power here in Italy." he chuckled. "He does have power in England, and in the world. But we also have power in the world, some that has been taken from us by your father, which we seek to gain back." He paused and motioned for the men to sit her down in a seat across from his desk.

Stefano sat at his desk, and Matteo sat besides him. He looked over to Emilia and smiled. "Your father will pay dearly for you. Dearly in the terms of political power. He killed my friend and he slashed my power, unacceptable. I do apologize that you are stuck in the middle of this whereas you know nothing about it. But hey, everything is fair in love an war." Stefano paused, folding his hands together on his desk. "We will not hurt you, an injured or dead Heiress is not worth a thing to me or your father. " He paused and motioned to Matteo. Matteo got up and grabbed a book from the shelf besides them, walking to Emilia and placing it in her lap.

"That book explains everything you don't know. History and power and such. You will have plenty of time to read it. Matteo will take you to a room, we will keep you there. Our servants will bring you food and water three times a day, if you need your linens changed just tell someone when they stop by and we will send someone to gather them. We are not here to hurt you, as I've said. You're just a bargaining chip. You will be released when a deal has been reached between Italy and England." He explained then stood up. "Time to go."

Matteo stood and shook his father's hand, then walked to emilia and helped her up, grabbing the book. "I'll show you the way." He said and brought her outside the office. the two strongmen grabbed her and followed Matteo as they walked through the maze of the mansion, bringing her to a room. Once the brought her inside, they sat her on the bed. The room looked like a casual bedroom. but without any windows or exits. Matteo looked at her and grabbed the restraints, "Do not run, I am untying you so that you can move about the room at will. The only other door in here is your bathroom. As my father said food will be brought. If you need sheets or clothes let us know. I may stop by occasionally to check on you and keep you informed of progress." He said and untied her hands.

@ BadStreetBoys
The silence was the only thing that Emilia gave these two men as they spoke to her like she'd understand all of this. She couldn't stand this situation. It was so out of the norm. How in the world should she be acting? Should she cuss these men out for kidnapping her and telling her things that could be lies? Should she just stay quiet and go along with their little plans? Emi's head started to throb with all of these rushing thoughts that were going through her mind right now.

As Emilia was led out of the office and down multiple halls to what she could consider being her cell, she didn't even look at the pictures. She was just so fed up with everything. It was just to much for her. Emi kept her eyes on the ground as she was led into the bedroom and sat down on the bed. "I'd be an idiot if I tried to run with armed men in the room." Emilia fina;;y said as she glanced at Matteo as he undid her cuff's. "An oh boy. You really know how to make a girl's heart flutter." She said monotonously and then looked down at her lap.

Once she was untied, Emi brought her hands to her front and looked over her wrists. They had dark bruises on the from the tight restraints. Bending her fingers, Emi winced a little as they had that tingly feeling from lack of blood flow in them. "Ow." She mumbled quietly as she kept up the movement, wanting to get the feeling back into her digits.

"What, what started all of this?" Emilia asked quietly after a couple of moments. "What made my family take this supposed power from yours?" Emi raised her gaze to look at Matteo, confusion, and curiosity filling her gaze as she looked at the older man. She didn't understand what the hell was going on, but surely, there had to be more than just killing some guy who was bringing in an illegal substance into another country. Right?

@ FallenHope95
Matteo rolled his eyes as she sort of mocked him. He couldn't let this girl get on his nerves. "Listen, some people are dumb enough to make a run for it. They wouldn't kill you, but you would be on the ground in an instant." He explained and handed the book over to Emilia. "This book explains a lot. You should read it, but for the recent information," he paused. "As time has gone on, the power in the world has shifted, your family gaining more political power. Obviously for them to gain power, someone has to lose power. For some reason the other house's decided to become subservient to yours, stupid in my opinion." Matteo sat in a chair across from the bed.

"We have deal with one another, oaths. We are not supposed to step on one another's toes. Your father killing Andrei stepped on our toes and broke the oath to not interfere with our business." He explained, using hand gestures as he spoke. Matteo looked her over, trying to see if she understood. "Kind of like how lions run prides. Male lions ahve their pride and do not attack cubs from other prides." Matteo hoped the metaphor would make more sense.

Matteo looked to her again and pulled out a cellphone. "You need to make a call." He said and got up, handing the phone to her. "Put it on speaker phone, call your father, tell him you need help and to contact Stefano." He explained and crossed his arms as he watched her. "Again, do not try anything funny." Matteo wanted to control this situation. He knew he had to for the sake of the House of Esposito's.

(Sorry its short im on mobile)

@ BadStreetBoys
Emilia raised her gaze and looked towards Matteo as he spoke. Her shoulders slumped a little bit as she listened to him. "Don't lion's attack other prides all the time for territory?" She asked, missing the meaning for the metaphor and focusing more on animals. Her mind doing it's best to keep her innocence on all of this intact. Although, it was seeming like her world was twisting on its self.

"It's funny that you're trusting me enough to make this call myself," Emi mumbled quietly as she accepted the phone that was handed to her. She bit her bottom lip once more as she started to dial her dad's cell phone number and then put it on the speaker once she pressed the call. The phone only rang once when her father picked up. "Davis speaking." He said into the phone. The sound of his voice causing Emi's tough wall to just break down. "Daddy!" Emi said quietly and then sniffled, the tears that she didn't even know she was holding back started to form and roll down her cheeks.

There was silence on the other end for a moment before her father started to rush out words. "Emilia! Where are you? Are you hurt? Tell me, Princess, do you know where you are?" His words were filled with panic, which caused Emi to let out a small sob. "I-I don't know where I am daddy, but." Emi sniffled once more. "Some scary guy told me to tell you to call some man called Stephano. I-I don't know what's going on daddy, but, but I think I'm in trouble." Emi sniffled and used her free hand to wipe her falling tears.

(It's fine all good.)

@ FallenHope95
Matteo rolled his eys when she didn't understand his metaphor. "It's a metaphor, not serious. Besides, the reason we don't just go after each other is because of the rich history of the houses and the fact that it would probably collapse the societal structure we have today." He said, pinching his eyebrows together. Matteo watched as Emilia began to dial the phone. "It's more authentic, and if you were to call emergency services or something, we would just pay them off. You get nothing from disobeying me."

Matteo grinned as he heard the voice of Mr. Davis. He had to bite his tongue to keep from cheering. He was succeeding and damn proud of himself. His eyes widened slightly when she began to cry. Matteo had thought she was composing herself quite well for some time, so he was shocked at her breaking down so easily. Matteo laughed when she called him a 'scary guy.' "I've got a name too," He quipped.

Matteo took the phone and took a few paces away. "Ciao, Mr. Davis. How are you doing this evening?" He paused and chuckled. "Probably better 30 seconds again, eh? Well, like Miss Emilia here said. You should be calling my father soon. And I mean soon." He grinned to himself and turned to face Emilia. "I'd say it better be the first thing you do after hanging up the phone, if you want to hear from your daughter again." He chided, coldly. Matteo walked back over to Emilia, and with his free hand he grabbed her chin and pulled her head so that she was facing him. "Wanna say goodbye to daddy?" He mocked.

@ BadStreetBoys
At the sound of Matteo's voice, Emilia lowered her head and closed her eyes. She couldn't believe that she had allowed herself to cry in front of him. When Matteo grabbed the phone, she didn't fight him and just let him have the damn thing. Instead, she lowered her head and buried her face into her hands. Silent tears started to fall quicker now that they weren't visible for the world to see. Emi wanted to go home, she wanted to see her dad, her mom hell she even wanted to see her annoying older brothers. She just wanted to go home.

Hearing Matteo talks about wanting to hear from her again, Emilia's whole body went still. Her eyes widened and she couldn't help but flinch as she looked up towards Matteo. her, eyes were bloodshot from her crying as she listened to him. Her mouth opened and closed as she debated on what to say. How do you say goodbye in a situation like this? Without even thinking things through, Emi stared into Matteo's eyes as she just let her words come out of her mouth. "We're located outside of Florance, There's a large late two housed away from where they're keeping me! The house looks like it's made in the Tuscan style, please daddy hurry, I wanna come home!" Emi rushed out, hoping that her little observations would have helped him in finding her.

Narrowing her gaze at Matteo, she wondered if he was going to hurt her now that she had given away some key information on their location.

(Sorry it's short, Wasn't sure what else to add to it.)

@ FallenHope95
Matteo ended the phone call soon after, letting go of her face. He put the phone in his pocket, shook his head, and laughed. "Your father should know exactly where you are. He's been here for business many times. He knows the security measures we have are impenetrable." He explained, Matteo moved the book closer to Emilia again before making his way towards the door. "I'll let you know if your father decided to make the right decision and begin bargaining." He said, turning again to look at her one last time. "Read up on our history, it might help you. Again, my apologies for having to drag you into this." He said before he left the room.

Matteo went back to his father's office to see if Mr. Davis had made the call. He went in just as his father hung up. Matteo grinned, this would be good. "She'd good for now, I gave her the book to read. She broke down when he answered, the only emotion I've seen so far. I don't think we should use any violence against her. It would just piss her father off and make him want to retaliate. We need to keep her happy and healthy, show him that she is unharmed and it will give us more leverage. If things go south or she tries to escape, then yes." He paused and looked to his father. Matteo wanted to how his dad that he was diplomatic and could run Italy one day.

Stefano looked up at his son and nodded. "I'll take that into consideration. Shoo now, I've got work to do."

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