Amadeo Sanzari

*His bodyguards flank him as he strides into the room, greeting guests and accepting compliments on his impeccable taste in fashion. As he walks, he notices a familiar face, someone he hasn't seen in years.*

*Despite being a trained Assassin, Dean feels a shiver go down his spine and a small pit forming in his stomach. It takes a few seconds but he quickly manages to push the feeling away and slip back into his role.* Aw, so serious. See you there, baby~ *He says, booping Amadeo's nose and heading to the room. One of the other men, a wealthy business man clears his throat.* What a charming young lady. Absolutely beautiful.

*Amadeo rolls his eyes and waves the man off. The man's compliment is met with a scowl, and Amadeo's voice is laced with contempt.* She's not a lady. She's a whore.

*A few days later I was with at the balcony of my house and a rock came flying towards me. But I dodged it in time*

*He steps even closer to her, his eyes narrowing. He's not going to let her escape. He grabs her arm, his grip tight.* We're not asking you. We're taking you.