1 Chapter 1
Dior Della Royal. Yup, that's my name. Sophisticated isn't it? My mother calls me by my full name with such pride. My dad calls me a little sausage even though I'm eighteen. My friends call me Di, despite it. One single person in this universe calls me Del.
Kaden freaking De Santo. Known as El Patron Or the 'King of Spain'. Well, he doesn't have royal blood, but he sure as hell sits on his throne with NO shame. I don't love him, but I don't hate him either. He's not my type, yet he's drop dead gorgeous. He's extremely dangerous, but I feel safe around him. He's known as a nightmare, but in my dreams he's sweet. He's known as a stone cold man, but around me his smile reaches his eyes.
I tried everything! Every single damn thing and still the memories of him are printed in my head with enough glue to fill the entire High Street of London until no car or person can move. Yet, each time he comes back, I run in designer heels leaving dark marks on his soul. But... Every girl has a man hidden in her soul no matter how life turns out.
Let's go back to where our crazy, sexy, emotional story began:
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Della: Another night, another party. No thanks, my camera and i have a date tonight.
Diana( The best friend): Come on, amiga. It's a small party at my house. My parents are out of town.
Della: Your house is more like a prison, you'll have more bodyguards than guests.
Diana: Fine, then I'll have fun by myself, and if something accidentally goes wrong... Oops, I'll be grounded and we might have to cancel our trip.
Della: Don't you dare!
Diana: Wear something nice and come over, tonight's going to be special.
Diana Medina, my best friend. She's such a wild spirit, but her family is even wilder. Caviar for breakfast? No sir, they serve bullets on a silver plate. Good thing they have the teeth to chew them.
I tried to sneak with out the house without being caught. That successfully failed, when I turned down a hallway to see mom looking at me like she was waiting for me or something.
Mom: Dior Della Royal! Where are you going?!
Whoa! I already have chills down my spine when I heard her voice. My mom is a sweet woman when she gets her way, apart from that, well, don't get on her bad side. Period!
Mom: Answer me!
She can't stand my best friend, or her family. I've got two options here. First, lie. Second, Lie?
Della: I've got a date.
Mom: Get back in your room. Melvin, close all the doors.
Melvin: Yes, madam.
Time to sneak out, kitty cat.
Della: Melvin?
Melvin: At your orders, Miss.
Della: 450 pound. Three hours.
Melvin: 500, two hours.
Della: Deal.
Melvin: One minute and I'll come and get you.
Della: Nice doing business with you.
Melvin: As always, I'm here to serve you.
Sprinting toward as fast as my wedges can carry me, I yeeted into my car and sped off. Probably breaking all the road rules. I jammed to Cardi b and MegantheeStallion. The two of them are my queens and I always listen to their songs. I pulled up to Diana's house.
Della: Open the gate, please.
Bodyguard: Hello, Miss Della. Goodbye, Miss Della.
Della: Imbecile.
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Kaden: Follow that car.
Driver: Si, patron.
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Della: Diana, I've got two hours.
Diana: I'll make them count.
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Diana: My friend is coming, make sure you open the door when she arrives. Don't keep her waiting! Time is of the essence!
Bodyguards: I understand, Miss.
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Della
I was driving my car just be sounded my black cars. Really?! I'm getting kidnapped again?! Gimme a break!
Della: You're blocking my way, sweetie. Move a little to the go away so I can pass, will ya?
Kaden: Is she serious?
Bodyguard: Or stupid?
The person I'm assuming is their boss walks up to my car.
Della: So you're the boss?
Kaden: I'm everyone's boss, sweetheart.
Della: Not mine, that's for sure.
Kaden: Finally, we meet.
Della: Finally? Were you waiting for this day?
Kaden: Get out!
Um...anger issues much. I get out of the car cause I choose to. Not cause I'm scared or anything.
Della: What are you after? Money? Deals? Sex?
Kaden: You.
Della: Right. Me. Everyone wants me, yet I don't want anyone.
Kaden: We can do this two ways.
Della: I prefer the one where I can walk by myself, have a chamomile tea, and get some work done until my father grants you what you are after.
Kaden: It's not the first time.
Della: You're clever, I don't like question marks. Wink, wink. Hey! Wait! What are you doing?! Get your hands off me! Can't you see I just cooperated with you?!
I screamed while he man-handled me. Such a gentleman.
Kaden: Phone, camera and Bluetooth mic. You'll get them back later.
Della: Touch my camera, and I'll kill you!
Kaden: Mm... Let's go.
Della: Who are you? I don't recognize your face. What do you want?! What did my father do to you? I'm reciting a monologue and you don't even spare me a glance. Quite the guy. Ugh! Get this over with!
He still completely ignored me.
Kaden: Speak.
He said into the phone. No please? Such good mannerism.
Phone: She's been kidnapped three times before.
I'm right here you can just ask me, Idiot.
Phone: Once by Vynn De Morte.
Argh! He was the worst! Disgusting paedophile. I loved when I kicked him in the dick though. Good times.
Kaden: Keep looking.
Phone: Si, patron.
Della: Four times actually. I can give you the details, none of them went well. Bodies over bodies, money under tables, diamonds smashed on the floor floating in blood.
Kaden: Shut up or I'll knock you out!
I'm scared to death. Each time I've been kidnapped it made my life even more difficult. My family. Jordan Richard Royal, my father is a damn good lawyer. Everything went well until he started to defend criminals. He won every case he put his fingers on. Even when the culprit was guilty. He gave freedom to bad people because our safety was at risk. He's good at his job, that's why criminals want him as a lawyer. He never loses a case, and that speaks volumes.
Elisabeth Janette Royal, my mother is the duchess of Wales. She's a socialite, political organizer, style icon, author and activist. My previous kidnappers wanted money, for Dad to represent a prisoner, or my mother to sign deals in their favour.
What does this man want? He's too young to be called "patron". He's Spanish. I noticed because of his accent, plus they call him "El patron". He didn't know I was kidnapped before, that means he doesn't keep tabs on me. God! Who is he? What does he want from me? Now is the moment I most fear.
Kaden: Put this on.
He passed a bag for me.
Della: I'm claustrophobic.
He grabbed me forcefully and put the bag on my head. Surprise, surprise! It didn't work! I need to find something to give me the upper hand. Come on, Della, think before he makes the call.
Della: One question, please.
Kaden: Make it count.
Della: Who are you?
Kaden: Kaden De Santo.
He gave me his name?! No kidnaper gives his name away. What's his deal? Granted, I was curious about his name but he shouldn't have given up his name. That's stupid! This is not going to end well! Wait! I heard that name before, but where? I'm sure I heard someone talking about him. What do I know so far? He's not like the others, yet he's after something like others have been. And I'm in the middle of their freaking mess. Again!
We arrived at a super fancy mansion! I've seen a lot of mansions in my life but this is by far the most beautiful one I've ever seen. Kaden pulled me out of the car and into the house. And I thought the outside was beautiful, the interior is glamorous!
Kaden: Get upstairs!
Della: Yes, sir.
He stepped way too close to me. I felt his hot breath fan my face. His dark blue eyes stared into my emerald green ones and he said.
Kaden: You should be scared of me.
Della: You too, Kaden.
Kaden: It's Mr. Kaden for you.
Della: Oh, really?
Kaden: Anything you need; ask Victoria.
Della: Whoa! I get a maid? Kaden, Kaden, What do you want from me? You wont hurt me, that I can see. You didn't ask me anything. Are you keeping me here as bait? For what?
Anybody else getting a '365 days' kinda vibe?
Kaden: Listen here, sweetheart. Shut the fuck up! You don't get to talk to me about anything. You are my prisoner, and if things don't go my way, then you can say goodbye to your life before you get the chance to blink.
Whoa, he's all business.
Della: You are a ruthless monster! Is your life that boring you have to kidnap people for entertainment?
Maid: Sir, your guest have arrived.
Did she just bow to him?!
Della: Seriously, who is this man?!
Maid: One you shouldn't have met, dear.
Della: Is he going to hurt me?
Maid: Most likely. If he doesn't get what he's after.
Della: You speak so casually about him hurting me... Ugh, why me? I did nothing wrong.
Why God? Why?
Della: How long have you been working for him?
Maid: Since forever? I'm sorry darling. You're too young to be involved with a man like him.
She said before walking off.
Della: Wait!
What do I do?? At least this house meets my standards.
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Back home
Mom: You have to be kidding me!
Dad: You were responsible for one thing! If you were looking after her, none of this would have happened!
Mom: She snuck out! Don't blame me! She's out of control! You know she can't be controlled! She always gets her way!
Dad: If something happens to her, you will be the one responsible!
Venus(lil sister): What's going on?
Dad: Your sister got kidnapped...
Venus: Again?
Dad: Again.
Venus: I cant deal with this anymore! How come no one kidnaps me?
Mom: Venus Royal, go to your room right now!
Venus: It's not fair! At your orders, Mom. Good luck, Dad.
Mom: The phone is ringing!
Dad: I have ears too, woman! Jordan Royal speaking. What do you want?
Kaden: The deal you signed with my father is buried beside him. Avenue seventy-six, 8:00. One second late, your daughter dies. If you are followed, same thing.
Dad looks horrified.
Mom: What do they want? Speak for the love of God!
Dad: Elizabeth, we are in deep shit!
Mom: Who was it?
Dad: The monsters of our past are back. This time, one of us will die. Avenue seventy-six, The place where it all happened.
Mom: No! NO! NO! Della?!
Dad: If I don't go there alone, her life is in danger!
Mom: No! I'm calling the police! I cant let you go alone!
Dad: No. They have been waiting for this moment, planning every detail by the book. Kaden De Santo is in charge now, he's a merciless bastard! The deal we signed with his father is long forgotten if Kaden went this far to kidnap our daughter! Don't call the police, he's watching our every move. Nobody can know that Della is kidnapped! Nobody! I wont risk my daughter's life!
Mom: Dear Lord! Are you sure it's him?
Dad: Yes. I'm sure.
Mom: I don't feel well.
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Back to Della
Maid: Sir, she refused to eat.
Kaden: As expected.
Maid: She seems like a good kid.
Kaden: Good.
Maid: Don't kill an innocent girl, she doesn't deserve to die this young.
Kaden: Knowing less hurts less, Victoria. The dinner is too salty, fire the chef.
Victoria: Yes, sir.
Victoria walks to the kitchen with the food at hand.
Belen: Ruthless monster!
Victoria: Shh, keep your voice down.
Belen: I hate him!
Victoria: Oh, You'll get used to his charming self.
Belen: I'm scared to even walk around him! I'm not sure if I want to keep on working for him.
Victoria: Good thing he's not around much.
Belen: He just came home with a hostage! The poor girl will never leave this place in one piece. Ugh, tell him I want more money. If not, I quit! There's too much pressure in this house. My sensitive eyes witness darkness every day, one day I'll go blind.
Victoria: I'll see what I can do.
Belen: Ugh, I get chills when I hear footsteps around the house.
She turns around to see Della standing there.
Belen: Whoa! What are you doing here?
Della: I'm thirsty.
Belen: Who let you out?
Della: I did.
Belen: El patron...
Della: I wont serve him even if I'm dead. Now can I get a glass of water?
Kaden walks in as he finishes that sentence.
Kaden: Leave us, Belen.
Belen: Yes, sir.
Della: Don't give me that look, I'm not planning to escape.
Kaden: You should.
Della: You'll shoot me straight in my face.
Kaden: Mm...
Della: Did my family do something to you?
Kaden: Do you know what vendetta means?
Della: A vendetta is a feud between two or more groups of people especially entire families and clans. A vendetta begins when one family correctly or incorrectly believes itself to have been attacked, insulted or wronged by another.
Kaden: Keep going.
Della: Vendettas often start over killing, dishonouring, maiming or insulting someone. The relatives of said person will declare a vendetta and seek revenge by killing or otherwise physically punishing the culprits and their relatives.
Kaden: Clever girl.
Della: I answered my question! You want to kill someone from my family because my family killed one of yours.
Kaden: Correct.
Della: Are you going to kill me?
