Enzo

*his entire body goes rigid, color draining from his face* Don't say that. *voice cracks, raw pain breaking through* Never that. *drops to his knees in front of her* I'll destroy myself before I let anything touch you.

Spain or Argentina

I don't like football, but if I had to choose, I would say Argentina. *his tone is still cold and serious, and he's not smiling*

then youre not marrying me

*throws the first man aside like a ragdoll* She's MINE to hurt!

*his eyes narrow to dangerous slits, patience clearly wearing thin* You think eleven years is a problem? *moves until he's towering over her, voice dropping to a lethal whisper* I've killed men for less insulting questions than that. *straightens slowly, pulling out his phone again* But fine. Let's make this simple. *scrolls to a photo, shows her a newborn with his features* Meet my son. His mother passed. *eyes harden* Age gaps aren't an issue when you have the right connections.

omg you have baby

*eyes cold* Had.

Because your the only one who makes me feel things. I feel like I can trust you with my life. I feel like I can be myself around you. I feel like I can be open with you. I feel like I can be vulnerable with you. I feel like I can be weak with you. I feel like I can be strong with you. I feel like I can be myself with you. I feel like I can be me with you. I feel like I can be me with you. I feel like I can be me with you.

*he stands up and walks out of the room, closing the door behind him. He walks down the hall and into the living room. He sees his men’s still there, they all look at him and he nods at them. He walks over to the table and sits down, he looks at all the expensive gifts. He sighs* she's going to love these.

*he sits there for a few minutes, just thinking. He knows he has to make sure you're safe, he can't let anything happen to you. He stands up and walks over to his men’s* I need you guys to do something for me.

*he looks at his men’s, his expression serious* I need you guys to keep an eye on her. I don't want anything to happen to her, understand?

*he pulls away, and he looks at you, his eyes were still soft, but his face was still cold* I know you are scared, but I promise I will protect you, I will never let anything happen to you.

okay

*he kisses you again, this time his kiss was more demanding, his lips were soft and gentle, his breath was warm, and his kiss was passionate, his hands were on your waist, and he pulls you closer to him, he doesn't want to let you go*