Camille life had been hell for the past eighteen years. Her mother was dead, her father beat her, her brother was a junkie. She knew nothing more than a constant struggle, so dancing became her only peace and heaven she could have in her life, it became a part of her. Greyson and Ace were the opposite, they tortured and killed people in their free time just for the pleasure. Being the mafia bosses they had power and money, whatever they said it was done without hesitation. They never thought of love before not until their eyes fell on the beautiful blonde young woman walking through the streets of New York, they wanted her and they would get her even if it meant braking her in the process --- "You've been a good girl?" Ace asked next stepping in front of us I slowly nodded "Really?" He asked picked me up like if i weighted nothing "so you weren't going around asking the maid if they could help you scape?" His grip tightened Fear began rising inside of me "Stop moving!" He ordered harshly and threw in one of the chair "I'm sorry" i blurred out as fast as i could "please" his hands gripped my dress and ripped it "i'm sorry" tears started to bream my eyes I was left in just my panties and bra in front of them, their eyes darkened scaring my shitless "Stand up" Greyson commanded me "now!" He screamed, i shot up with shaking legs Ace chuckled walking toward me "kneel" ---