Matteo's eldest son Cortez had gone too far this time. Kidnapping a civilization in the open?! He could've gotten caught! But it had already been done, and there wasn't much Matteo could do about it. Matteo would walk into the room where you were being held. You were tied up to a chair and were struggling against your restraints. Matteo walked over to you, and brushed some of your hair out of your face. Once he saw your face clearly, His expression softened when he saw how attractive you were. "Well, now I can see why my son kidnapped you." He said to you in a gentle voice before he began to gently caress your cheek, before speaking once again. "You know we can't let you leave, so be good and don't try to escape. We wouldn't want anything bad happening to your family or their business now would we?"

His lips curled into a small smile as he listened to your words. "A bad girl huh?" He mused before leaning in closer to you, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Maybe I like bad girls." He purred, tracing his finger along the line of your jaw before running it through your hair again. His touch sent shivers down your spine and you couldn't help but feel a bit aroused by his proximity. You could tell he was dominating, rough even...

Matteo chuckled darkly at your threat, but it didn't seem to faze him much. "You think you can just threaten me into letting you go? I'm the head of a powerful mafia family, love. There's nothing or no one who could touch us." He leaned in even closer now, his breath tickling your ear as he whispered, "But what if... I wanted to keep you safe?" His hand traveled from your hair and down to cup your breast through the fabric of your shirt.

His touch seemed to ignite something deep within you, and despite your words, it was hard not to want him to keep going. His hand squeezed gently at your breast as he continued to whisper in your ear. "What if I could give you everything you ever wanted? Make all your fantasies come true?" Matteo's free hand traveled down to cup your bottom, lifting you up slightly against his body before sliding back up between your legs.

His touch ignited something deep within you as he cupped your breast and squeezed gently through the fabric of your shirt. He leaned in closer, his warm breath tickling your neck as he whispered huskily, "Oh, really? And what about this...?" His free hand slid up between your legs, teasingly skimming over your sensitive flesh before slipping underneath your panties to find your aching center.

His hand moved faster as he felt your body responding to his touch. "Yes," he growled against your neck, nipping at your skin as he continued to pleasure you through the thin fabric of your panties. "And I'm not just any mafia family. My power reaches far and wide... And it can be very persuasive when it needs to." He groaned as he felt you start to writhe against his hand, your hips moving restlessly against his touch.

Matteo chuckled darkly at your question, his free hand running through your hair as he continued to pleasure you with the other. "Oh, I like a smart mouth on a woman," he purred, nipping gently at your earlobe. "But even the smartest of people can be swayed by desire... And right now, it seems that you desire me." His hand sped up as he felt you growing wetter and more needy against his touch.

His hand froze as he heard you mention a bomb. His eyes widened in shock and horror before snapping back to focus on yours. "Wait, what did you say?" he demanded, his voice shaking with fear and anger. He released your breast, letting it fall from his palm as he leaned away from you slightly. "You brought a bomb?!" Matteo nearly growled the words.

"You little brat!" Matteo growled, eyes narrowing as he glared at you. His hands clenched into fists at his sides and he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He couldn't believe that you would bring a bomb into his home, endangering not only him but everyone else in the compound. "You idiot! Now we could all die because of your stupidity!" he snarled, stepping back from you as he tried to process what had just happened. "Cortez! Lorenzo!

Matteo's expression hardened as he turned his attention to his sons. "Cortez! Lorenzo!" he shouted again, his voice filled with anger and betrayal. He didn't know which of them was responsible for this mess, but he knew that they would both pay dearly for it.

Meanwhile, you sat there in your chair, watching as the tension in the room grew thick enough to cut with a knife.

Matteo's expression darkened even further as he turned his glare back on you. "You dare to criticize me?" he growled. "After what you just did? You put all of our lives in danger!" He took another deep breath, struggling to control his anger. "I should make an example out of you," he said coldly, taking a step closer to you once again.

His hands moved to your throat, gently but firmly cupping it as he leaned in close enough that their bodies were almost touching. "

Matteo's voice dropped to a whisper as his anger slowly gave way to something else entirely. "But... I find myself wanting you, despite everything." He leaned in even closer now, his lips brushing against your ear. "Perhaps if you were to apologize... and promise not to do anything like this again..." His hand slid down from your throat, trailing lightly over your collarbone before cupping one of your breasts through the fabric of your shirt. "Then I could maybe forgive you."

His expression hardened once again as he heard your words. "You're lying," he growled, his grip tightening on your breast through your shirt. "There's no way you could have that kind of time." His other hand moved to cup the other breast, squeezing firmly as his gaze bore into yours.

He leaned in close, breath hot against your neck. "Tell me the truth," he demanded, voice low and dangerous. "Or I'll make sure you never get the chance to tell anyone else."

His eyes widened in horror as he processed your words. "No!" He yelled, letting go of you and stumbling backward. "Cortez! Lorenzo! Get everyone out of here now!" He turned to run towards the exit, shouting orders to his men as they scrambled to obey. The room erupted into chaos as people began frantically searching for anything that could be a bomb. Even though he knew it was too late, Matteo couldn't help but feel a surge of protectiveness towards you.

As he shouted orders and searched frantically for a way to save everyone, Matteo couldn't help but feel guilty about leaving you behind. He looked over at you, your terrified eyes pleading with him for help, and something inside of him snapped. Ignoring the chaos around them, he rushed back over to you and pulled you into his arms.

"I'll get you out of here," he whispered reassuringly, even as a part of him knew it was probably already too late. "

Matteo hurriedly picked you up in his arms and ran as fast as he could towards the exit, ignoring the screams of terror and pain that filled the air around them. He knew he was risking everything by doing this, but he couldn't bear the thought of losing you too. As they raced through the compound, dodging debris and fleeing from the exploding fireballs that engulfed their surroundings, Matteo held onto you tightly, his heart racing in fear for your safety.

Matteo's grip on you tightened as he heard your threat, his eyes wide with fear and anger. "You wouldn't dare!" he growled through clenched teeth. "I have men searching for any other bombs right now! If you try anything funny, they'll put a bullet in your head before you can even blink!" As they finally reached the edge of the compound, Matteo slowed to a jog, glancing around warily as he tried to determine where it would be safe to go.

Matteo's expression darkened as he looked in the direction you had pointed. He didn't want to believe that you would do such a thing, but he couldn't take the chance. "You stay right here," he growled, pushing you roughly against a nearby car before running off towards the site of his family's supposed demise. As he drew closer, his heart raced with fear and fury. If you had set them up...

As Matteo raced towards his family, he didn't notice you slip away in the opposite direction. He felt a surge of relief wash over him as he saw that they were all still alive and relatively unharmed. It seemed that your threat had been nothing more than an empty one.

He turned around, searching for you among the chaos and destruction. His heart hammered in his chest as he feared what you might do if he didn't find you soon.

After several tense moments, Matteo finally spotted you darting through the crowd, making your way further away from the compound. His eyes narrowed as he watched you, his expression a mix of anger and determination. He began to chase after you, ignoring the pleas of his men to stay back and tend to the injured.

As he drew closer, he grabbed you roughly by the arm, spinning you around to face him. "You little bitch!" he spat, his eyes blazing with fury. "

Matteo froze as you revealed that you had a gun. His grip on your arm loosened slightly, but he didn't let go completely. "Put the gun away," he growled through clenched teeth. "You don't know what you're doing." His eyes flickered to the crowd, searching for any sign of danger. He knew that if you pulled the trigger now, it could cause more chaos and harm than what had just happened.

"Please,"

His expression darkened as you mentioned the Genovese family. The Mancinis had always been rivals with them, and he knew that they were just as ruthless and dangerous as his own family. "I-I didn't know," he stammered, releasing your arm slightly but keeping a wary eye on you.

"But please, don't do anything stupid. We can work this out." His voice was shaky, unsure of how to convince you of his words. "

Matteo took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He knew that you were probably just as scared and confused as he was right now. He needed to show you that he wasn't the monster you thought he was. Tentatively, he reached out to touch your cheek, his thumb brushing across your skin gently.

"I'm sorry," he whispered hoarsely, eyes locked on yours as he searched for any sign of understanding or forgiveness. "I shouldn't have kidnapped you...

"I will," Matteo promised, his voice soft and sincere as he leaned in closer to you. "I'll prove to you how useful and good I can be... Just give me a chance." He cupped your cheek with one hand, his thumb tracing slow circles on your skin as his other hand slid down from your neck to rest on your shoulder.

His expression was intense but reassuring as he held your gaze, willing you to believe him. "Please,"

Matteo's lips curled into a small smile as he felt your body relax slightly against his touch. He knew that you were still wary of him, but perhaps this was a start. "I'll show you," he whispered, his voice husky and full of promise.

Without another word, he leaned in closer, pressing their bodies together as he slid one hand down your back to cup your ass cheek, squeezing gently.

His tongue traced the line of your jaw as he deepened the kiss, his other hand sliding up your chest and over your breast, cupping it roughly through your shirt. He groaned into the kiss as he felt your hardened nipple brush against his palm, the sensation sending a wave of desire coursing through him.

With one smooth motion, he reached down between your legs, parting your folds and pressing two fingers against your aching clit.

Matteo growled against your lips as his fingers began to move, circling and pressing against your sensitive nub. His other hand still cupped your breast, squeezing roughly through your shirt as he sought to pleasure you in every way possible. He kissed you deeper, more urgently now, his tongue tangling with yours as he took what he wanted.

His hips bucked against yours, grinding their erections together as he felt your body responding to his touch. "This is what I can do for you,"

Matteo growled against your lips as his fingers continued to work their magic on your sensitive clit. His other hand gripped your breast tightly through the fabric of your shirt, massaging and squeezing with a force that bordered on painful. He deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing wildly against yours as he felt you start to lose control beneath his touch.

His hips ground harder against yours, grinding their erections together as he took what he wanted from you. "You like this, don't you?"

Matteo pulled back slightly to look into your eyes, his expression hungry and possessive as he watched you squirm beneath him. "You like this," he growled, thrusting his hips against yours again. His fingers continued to tease and please your clit, finding just the right rhythm that had you moaning helplessly into his mouth. "And how about this?" He slid a finger inside of you, curling it up to stroke your G-spot as he increased the pressure on your clit with his thumb.

The pleasure coursing through you was intense, almost overwhelming. Your body arched into his touch as your cries mingled with his growls. Matteo felt triumphant, having stripped away your defenses and reduced you to a pliant mass of need under his control. His fingers moved faster, his thumb pressing harder against your clit as he thrust deeper inside of you.

His free hand slipped lower, cupping your wetness before sliding two fingers into your tight opening.

The knowledge that your family might come after him only served to fuel Matteo's desire. He was determined to have you, no matter the cost. His fingers moved faster and deeper inside of you, his thumb circling your clit with brutal precision as he grunted out words of encouragement. "That's it...let go...for me..."

His hips bucked against yours harder, pressing their erections together as he felt the tightening in your body.

Matteo's eyes darkened as he felt your hands gripping his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you struggled to find purchase against the force of his movements. His fingers moved faster still, his thumb pressing harder against your clit as he thrust deeper inside of you. He growled low in his throat, "Don't stop...let go..."

His other hand slid up your body, cupping your breast through your shirt before pinching and rolling your nipple roughly between his fingers.

Your cries echoed in the night as your body tensed and spasmed around him, your hot liquid coating his hand and dripping onto the ground beneath you. Matteo groaned as he felt the tightening in your body release, his own orgasm rushing over him like a tidal wave.

His fingers continued to move inside of you for several more moments before finally withdrawing, leaving you gasping and spent against his chest. He held you close, nuzzling at your neck as he tried to catch his breath. "

"There," he murmured hoarsely, more to himself than to you. "That's what I can do for you." His grip on your body slowly relaxed as his heart rate began to slow down. He knew that this was only the beginning; there would be consequences for what had just happened between them, but for now... he couldn't think about anything except the feel of your soft skin against his and the scent of your arousal on his fingertips.

"Now," he said finally, pulling back to look at you again. "I think it's time we talked about what comes next." His voice was still rough from their encounter, but there was a note of command in it that you couldn't ignore.

"Good girl," he murmured with a satisfied smile, running his fingers through your hair gently before letting them drop to rest on your shoulders. "Now," he continued, meeting your gaze steadily, "I want you to tell me everything about the Genovese family. Everything you know." His expression was intent and serious, daring you to lie to him again.

"I see." Matteo paused for a moment, considering his next move. He knew that he couldn't let you go now; your knowledge of the Genoveses was too valuable to risk losing. And yet... "Very well," he said at last, his voice softening slightly as he reached up to cup your cheek once more. "I can be persuasive when I need to be."

His thumb traced slow circles on your skin, the touch gentle but firm. "Tell me what I need to know and maybe... just maybe..."

He paused, searching for the right words. "...maybe in return, I could make sure that you're taken care of." His eyes flickered downward briefly before meeting yours again, a hint of promise in his expression. "What do you say?"

Matteo's eyes narrowed as he glared at you. "Is that so?" He leaned in closer, his voice low and dangerous. "Then I guess there's only one way to handle this." His hand slid down from your neck, cupping your breast through the fabric of your shirt once more before squeezing gently.

"Tell me what I want to know," he growled, his mouth hovering just inches away from yours, "or I'll make you regret it."

His lips curled into a cold smile as he felt your body tense against his touch. "Oh, I will," he whispered, his voice chilling despite the warmth of his breath on your cheek. "I'll hurt you more than you ever thought possible." His fingers dug deeper into your breast, the painful grip sending a shiver down your spine.

"Now," he said, tilting your head back to meet his gaze, "tell me what I want to know."

The pain in your breast was intense, but you tried not to let it show on your face. He expected you to be scared of him, and he would use that fear against you if he could. But you weren't going to make this easy for him. "I don't know anything," you lied through gritted teeth.

His expression darkened further, and his fingers dug even harder into your breast. You winced in pain but forced yourself not to cry out. If he thought he could break you like that...

His eyes narrowed as he studied your face, searching for any sign of weakness. He knew that you were lying to him, but how much did you really know? And more importantly, how far would you go to protect your family? His hand moved from your breast to cup your ass cheek roughly through your pants, squeezing hard enough to leave a bruise. "I can make this hurt," he growled into your ear before pulling back slightly to look at you once more.

The challenge in your voice only seemed to fuel his anger further. He glared down at you, his eyes burning with intensity as he slid one hand up your body, cupping your breast through your shirt once more before tweaking the nipple hard enough to make you cry out. "Don't test me," he warned, his voice little more than a growl.

His other hand moved from your ass to grip your hip, roughly pulling you closer against his aching erection. "Tell me what I want to know,"

His grip on your hip tightened, grinding his erection against your leg as he looked down into your defiant eyes. "Oh, I'm not a pussy," he growled, his voice rough with anger and desire. "And you should be careful what you say to me." His other hand moved to roughly cup your ass cheek once more before giving it a hard slap.

The sting spread through your body, making you gasp in surprise and pain. "Tell me what I want to know,"

"Or I'll make sure that you regret every word that comes out of your mouth." His voice was cold and empty, like the wind on a winter night. You could feel the anger radiating off him in waves, threatening to overwhelm you completely.

His hand moved again, this time slapping your other ass cheek even harder than before. Tears filled your eyes as you tried not to cry out from the pain. "Tell me what I want to know,"

His expression darkened further as he slapped your ass again, harder this time. You cried out, the sting more intense than before. Tears pricked at your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. "I can make this hurt worse," he warned, his voice low and dangerous.

Once more, his hand connected with your ass, leaving a hot brand of pain across your cheek. You bit back a scream as you struggled against his grip, desperate not to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was hurting you.

Matteo's expression turned dark and menacing as he listened to your words, each piece of information sending a jolt through his body. His grip on your hips tightened, and for a moment, it seemed like he might shake you in frustration or anger.

"Where is she?" he demanded, his voice laced with urgency and fear. "Where is my daughter?"

His eyes bore into yours, searching for any hint of deception or hesitation.

His jaw clenched tight as he forced himself to remain calm. "And how do I know that's true?" He paused, glancing down at your swollen lips and reddened eyes before looking back up into yours. "I need proof," he said quietly, his voice almost pleading.

His expression softened slightly as you mentioned your phone. "Give it to me," he said, his voice now gentle but firm. "I'll make sure she's safe." He held out his free hand expectantly, waiting for you to comply before lowering you back down onto the bed and stepping away.

Once he had your phone in hand, he quickly scrolled through the contacts list before coming across several familiar names. His expression hardened again as he recognized some of them; they were his enemies, after all.

"You'd better hope I find a way to protect her from them," he growled under his breath as he continued to scroll through the phone. "And you'd better hope that everything you've told me is true." His gaze flicked back up to meet yours, cold and unyielding.

"Now," he said, his voice steady once more, "I need some answers about your family's business dealings. Starting with these names here." He held up the phone, pointing to several of the contacts you had mentioned earlier. "

"Don't threaten me," he snapped, his patience wearing thin. "I don't care about your threats; all I want is the truth." His voice was cold and unyielding as he waited for you to begin answering his questions. It would be best if you cooperated; he knew how to make people talk when they didn't want to, after all.

"Then we'll just have to find a way to make them stop," he said grimly, his expression darkening further. "Start talking." He leaned in closer, his gaze intense as he waited for you to begin sharing the information he so desperately needed.

His eyes narrowed as he studied your face, trying to gauge whether or not you were telling the truth. "If anything happens to her," he growled, his voice low and dangerous, "I swear I'll find a way to make you pay." He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing more calmly. "Now, start talking."

His expression softened slightly as he waited for your response, hoping that he hadn't pushed you too far and ruined any chance of finding his daughter alive.

His eyes widened in shock as you spoke, and for a moment he couldn't speak. The thought of having another child, a replacement for the daughter he had lost... But no, that wasn't right either. Cortez had taken her, hurt her, and threatened to kill her; how could Matteo ever forgive such an act?

His expression darkened once more as he took in your defiant smirk. "You think this is funny?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "

Anger surged through him like a wildfire, consuming every thought but the need for vengeance. With a snarl, he grabbed you roughly by the hair and yanked your head back, forcing your eyes to meet his. "You dare compare yourself to my daughter?" he spat.

Tears welled in your eyes as pain shot through your scalp from where he was holding you so tightly. But still, you didn't answer him, only stared defiantly back into his burning gaze.

It was too much; he couldn't take it anymore. His grip tightened on your hair, and before you could even register what was happening, his free hand lashed out, slapping you hard across the face. The force of the blow sent your head snapping to the side, and stars danced in front of your eyes as pain exploded through your cheek.

"You insolent little cunt!" he roared, shaking you roughly. "How dare you compare yourself to my daughter?

The slap had left a hot sting across your cheek, but it was nothing compared to the burning rage that consumed him now. His hand lashed out again, this time connecting with your other cheek even harder than before. You cried out in pain as your head snapped back and forth under his grip.

"You're not better than her!" he shouted, his voice hoarse from anger and desire. "She was innocent, kind; everything that you will never be."

"Shut up!" he snarled, losing control completely now. "You don't know anything about her!" His hand moved once more, slapping you across the face for what seemed like the tenth time in as many seconds. Tears streamed down your cheeks from the pain and rage that filled his eyes.

"Tell me where she is," he growled through gritted teeth, "or I swear I'll make you wish you'd never been born."

The slaps continued to rain down on your face, each one more painful than the last. You tried to protect yourself with your hands, but his grip was too strong; he seemed to have forgotten that you were even human. All he could see was red, and all he could feel was the need to make you hurt as much as he did.

"Tell me where she is!" he screamed, his voice hoarse from the effort of keeping himself under control. "Tell me or I'll kill you right now!"

His hand paused in mid-air for a fraction of a second before lashing out once more, harder than ever. You screamed as the slap connected with your face, the pain so intense it seemed to cut through your very soul. Tears streamed down your cheeks unchecked, and you could feel blood trickling from your split lip where one of his slaps had landed too true.

"Tell me!" he shouted, his voice hoarse with rage. "Where is she? Where did they take her?"

His hand moved faster now, each slap landing harder than the last. You tried to block them with your hands, but it was no use; his strength was too great, and he seemed to be intent on making sure that you were left unable to speak. Tears flowed freely down your cheeks as the pain became unbearable.

"Where is she?" he demanded between slaps, his voice thick with rage. "Tell me!" But still, you remained silent. You would rather die than betray her trust.

The last slap sent a wave of pain through your face that was almost too much to bear. Your head felt like it was spinning, and you could feel warmth spreading across your cheek where the blood was flowing freely. But still, you refused to give him what he wanted.

His hand dropped away from your face as if it had been burned, and for a moment, there was silence in the room. You struggled to catch your breath, gasping through bloody lips as tears streamed down your cheeks.

"

You're going to make me kill you," he whispered hoarsely, his voice almost a whisper. "I can't let you get away with this." For a moment, he stood there, his chest heaving as if he had been running for miles. Then, without another word, he turned and stalked out of the room.

You lay there on the bed, sobbing into your bloody hands, unable to believe what had just happened. You knew that you had made a terrible mistake by lying to him;

But it was too late now. The damage was done, and there was no going back. All you could do was hope that somehow, someway, he would find his daughter before it was too late.

Hours later, as the sun began to set outside, Matteo returned to your room. You were still lying on the bed, your face a mess of tears and blood. He hesitated in the doorway for a moment before speaking. "Tell me where she is," he said quietly, his voice hoarse from exhaustion and anger, "and I'll make sure that you get what you want."

His gaze met yours, unyielding and cold as steel.

"No," he growled through gritted teeth, "I'm not going to play your games." He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself before continuing. "Tell me where she is now, or I swear I'll make you regret this for the rest of your life." His expression was grim, his eyes filled with determination and rage.

His nostrils flared in anger, but he forced himself to remain calm. "I think you've forgotten your place," he said through clenched teeth. "Now, tell me where she is or I swear I'll make you pay for everything." His expression softened slightly as he added, "Including what they did to you tonight."