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CHAPTER SEVEN
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Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTERS EIGHT
40… 60... 80... 100. No, these were not the first, few attempts of a child or reminiscent adult at recapping all the multiples of 20; they were the sporadically rising miles per hour readings of the grey 1967 Maserati Ghibli, being driven by Giovanni Colpani, which was speeding down the road on a highway at a far end of the city, the part of town that 'belonged to' and was run by the Italian crime organization known as the Uomini Marrone. Gio, as he was fondly called, the only child of Don Fabrizio Colpani, underboss of the Uomini Marrone and undisputable heir to the mob crew, who was reputed to be the best marksman in the family, wasn't currently speeding because he was accelerator happy or simply a reckless driver, but because, lately, he had begun to get increasingly frustrated with his father, Don Fabrizio Colpani, and his various administrative choices, which seemed to be tilted only towards the goal of satisfying the Don's personal gratifications, neglecting the bigger picture
Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER NINE
Being trained by experts in jujitsu since childhood and mastering many other forma of combat were irrelevant in a fight with no rules, against aggrieved and muscular men, and Giovanni Colpani was finding this out first hand, as, he was being tossed around by the four brutal men who'd waylaid him at the pub.Presently, their boss, the man who'd thrown the first punch at him, had hoisted him up into the air and slammed him down onto one of the tables, instantly splitting it in two, and leaving Gio writhing in pain.As he was down, one of the men who had a dagger tried to pin him down with it, but, he lifted his two legs, gripped the man's arm and then used his hands to forcefully wrestle the blade from him. At this point, one of the other men, seeing that Gio had overpowered his colleague, rushed forward, but to his own peril, because Gio performed a swift kick up, hit the first man in the jaw with the blade handle and then drove the blade into the abdomen of the onrushing man. Groaning
Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER TEN
A box of cereal. And another one. And, oh yes, yet another box of cereal. The cart was slowly getting filled with one brand of needless junk after another.Shopping was one of the avenues through which Mercedes spent all the money she got from Tequila which she didn't know what to do with, released pent up stress, and most importantly, allowed herself room to breathe and think.Yes, she was definitely being followed, but today, she really didn't care, not wanting to add to her already overflowing list of anxieties.It had been a busy week, with her top-tier performance at the Pay Per View event, to Daniella's birthday, hushed as it was, and it still promised to be even busier, with another Pay Per View coming up in two days, which was supposed to be her second scheduled performance of the week, when she would once again be expected and aiming to captivate and intrigue grown men, who would be willing to spend their entire month's pay to see her shake her butt and touch herself. A pity,
Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER ELEVEN
Unable to run quicker than a well built man in his early thirties who still went jogging every morning and who had chased criminals down dark, narrow alleys more times than he could count, Mercedes had been easily caught up with by FBI Agent Snyder, who had been stalking her for a while, in the name of investigative duties.At this time, she had been left with no other choice than getting into his car and agreeing to a questioning, after he had flashed his badge and threatened to arrest her.Presently, he had locked all the doors and gotten his tape recorder out, placing it on the dashboard."Name, please.." He said.Rolling her tongue around inside her mouth, feeling her teeth and coming to the annoying realization that she would have to answer whatever questions this federal agent had to throw at her, Mercedes took a deep breath before saying, "Mercedes Gomez."Agent Snyder smiled slyly before adding, "Not Coochie, no?""'Coochie' is not my name, young man. I've told you my name, so
Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER TWELVE
It was yet another night of work for Mercedes, or, as she was known and called in this life of hers, Coochie. There was another Pay Per View event at Tequila and she, as expected, was supposed to be the center of attraction, and the main event. And so, she had left her two bedroom apartment early, in a bid to get to the club on time and then have enough prep time backstage as she could get before the show would begin in earnest.However, from the moment she'd walked into the building that cool evening in her winter coat, leather pants and boots, she could feel that something, somewhere wasn't right. From the fact that she'd been asked to go in through the back door, to the way the bouncer at the aforementioned back door sharply turned away when he spotted her, and then, crowning it all was the way Andrej had waved almost eerily while smiling weirdly at her from his office's balcony which overlooked the entrance to the strippers' backstage area. He'd never waved at her before then. Wha
Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Fluffy pillows, clean smelling sheets, a spacious bed that was definitely king sized, the feel of a thick, comfy blanket, and then, the slow regaining of full consciousness and memory… Where was she?Mercedes woke with a start, her eyes popping open sharply and her mind quickly recalling that she wasn't supposed to be here, that this bedroom she was in, nice, sizeable and beautiful as it was, wasn't hers, that she had last been in the changing rooms of Tequila, that she had been accosted by some men and that after seeing these men, she had blacked out.. All these things she remembered immediately caused her heart to begin racing, instilled fear in her and moved her to begin visibly shaking. She looked around and was stunned to see that there had been two men who'd been standing and watching her silently all along. They wore brown coats, with brown flat caps on their heads and gloves for the cold. They looked stoicly at her in a way that made her shudder even more than she already wa
Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER FOURTEEN
There was no small amount of drama at Tequila from that night until the following morning after Mercedes had officially been declared missing. It was Mindi who'd discovered this, coming back to the changing rooms after her own performance to see Mercedes's phone on the floor, face down, with her bag and locker ajar. She'd not taken it seriously until she saw the open second door in the room which led through the back door and out into the yard behind the club. Making a few inquiries and finding that no one had seen Mercedes, she'd then raised an alarm, and just like that, from that moment up until 9:44 am the following morning, she hadn't been found.Mindi was sitting in the changing room, in the exact same spot that Mercedes had been sitting the previous night, terribly shaken and reminiscing so much that although she had FBI Agent Ruby standing before her, shooting questions at her, she couldn't hear a thing."Miss Mindi!! Are you okay?" Ruby's impatience had run out and she was now
Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER FIFTEEN
All her life, via documentaries and word of mouth, Mercedes had heard of the countless unpleasant things which people who'd been kidnapped had to go through; beating, binding and restriction, rape, pressure for ransom and poor holding facilities, etc. And while she had never hoped or even slightly wished to be kidnapped, she had been surprised at how much of an exception had been made in her case.First of all, she had been kept in a nice bedroom on a king sized bed with clean sheets, allowed to use all the clothes in the wardrobe, which contained clean underwear and top quality outer wears - which made her feel that her kidnapping had been long premeditated - she was not asked for ransom or even spoken to, she wasn't chained or bound in any way, no one attempted to hit or sleep with her, she was served meals thrice a day by maids, and not refugee food either, but instead, good food, like the rich, trayful chicken sandwiches she was currently munching down on, which she had been serve
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