"I wish I could be the perfect daughter"
- Moana
Lisa Castellano POV
Today is my 23rd birthday. I can't believe that I've grown so much. What I wouldn't expect was the announcement. Not Cars, or guns, or just handing a business over to me. Those are things I'd rather have than... whatever this is.
"Rocco, The Beast, and My daughter Lisa are engaged!"
My face hardens at this and stood there frozen. He didn't even tell me about me marrying Rocco. The way his face twisted into a smile made my blood run cold... Freezing cold.
Glass shattered, spraying shards everywhere. Dad collapsed, eyes landing somewhere behind me. The lights went out, plunging the ballroom into darkness. What's going on?
Suddenly I'm thrown over a shoulder. And a voice, detached from reality, states, addressing my father by name, "I'll be taking her now, Giovanni."
Who is this man? And where is he taking me? I kick and scream till my lungs give out. "It's no use Lisa. I suggest you behave now."
Right like his suggestions are any less than god himself. With a small thud and a sharp slam, I'm trapped in his car. "Careful Marco. She's a delicate package. Don't wanna damage her just yet."
Oh, that's it. "Who are you calling a delicate package?"
He chuckles, darkly. I roll my eyes and prop myself into a sitting position. Huffing I sit back and look out the window or at least try to. It's tinted and I can't see much out of it. Delicate package. At least he's not a creep.
I visibly relax against the plush black leather. "Buckle up, Principessa, this is gonna be a... rough ride."
As I buckle up, he sped up. "Who are you?"
"Lorenzo Romano."
That's all I get as an answer. I hold on for dear life while he drives like a drunken teenager. "Enzo!" I scream at him but he won't slow the fuck down. Is he crazy? Cold, Calculating and crazy. I've seen everyone worshipping him at his feet.
When he halts the car I catch myself before my face plants onto the backseat of where he's sitting. I'm not gonna speak to him. The car door opens and then his voice, "Get out before I drag you out."
Should I just refuse to get out? Or no? So I just don't get out of the car. I wanna be dragged out. Go ahead Enzo, drag me by the arm. He takes in a huge breath, "Your testing my patience aren't you?"
"What's wrong boss? Should we—"
He interrupts Marco or whoever with a hand. With one arm on my right hand and his other hand wrapped around my waist, he hoists me onto his shoulder. And carries me like this all the way inside. I couldn't help but smile a little. What a gentleman.
My short red-dress wasn't helping the situation either. It hugged my curves and had ridden up. He drops me onto the couch. "Sit up. Now," he says, sighing. "We have things to discuss."