Chapter 3

(Emily's POV)

I was woken up by bright sun rays that peeked through the window and collided with my face causing me to bring the covers over my head. I rub my eyes and sit up before realizing that it's already morning. I blinked my eyes, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness.

It's been two days since I was kidnapped and forced to stay in this huge room alone. I was on edge as I didn't even know their names. Those blue eyes. I couldn't stop thinking of his blue eyes. At least they kept me alive and feed me well for two days. I am still relieved that they didn't kill me.

A knock from the door startled my soul as I jerk off at the corner of the bed I can't go further because of the chain in my feet. The door opened and a man came in as he walk over to the bed, near me.

"I see you're awake," he said before he motioned his hand to me to sit on the bed closer to him.

I shot him a glare, at first I was hesitant to obey him but I saw a gun stuck in his belt pants causing me to control my emotions. I slowly scotched over at the edge of the bed, in front of him and sit while lowering my head to avoid his heinous stare.

"What do you want?" I whispered firmly.

He probably didn't hear me. He touched my head, then looked me straight in the eyes. I avoided his gaze.

"My boss requested to see you." he then said.

I squeezed and closed my eyes as a cold spiderlike finger raced up and down my spine. I froze on my spot, feeling panic and fear flow all over my whole body. What is it this time?

"W-what does he want from me?" I stuttered, scared to know the answer.

"That's a good question." a smirk escaped from his lips. The door opened once again and a tall muscular man with blue eyes walked in which I think the boss.

"Leave us," he commanded harshly. The man left us alone and I could feel my heartbeat racing furiously. As I keep avoiding his gaze.

"Please let me go..." tears formed in my eyes. I couldn't hold them back any longer.

"Emily." he started. I couldn't move, as I am scared that he will take out his gun again. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. His eyes were so blue yet no emotions showed. "When I speak to you, I expect you to look at me," he said harshly. I moved my face from his grip and looked the other way. I was forced to look at him straight into his blue eyes.

"I-I'm sorry." a soft and low whimper escape from my mouth causing me to shiver in fear while gaping at his empty blue eyes. "W-what do you want from me?" I stuttered but he didn't answer me. My eyes were tired. My words got stuck in my mouth. I stared at him for a while and saw him grinning like a devil, a crazy and lunatic monster.

He chuckled before he talked. "My name is Dimitri DiFronzo." Dimitri DiFronzo, I've heard that name before. Could it be? My eyes widened as I clenched my fists. Shit! "Do you know who I am?" he asked. And I heard a little accent.

"N-no." I firmly denied it. However, a slap on my cheek caused me to groan in pain as I tasted a drip of blood in my mouth.

"I'll ask again mi amore, do you know who I am?"

"Yes!" I cried out "What do you want!?" I yelled at his face, followed by a loud whimper causing me to sob louder and louder.

"You," he said.

Everything hurts. I bit my lip, focusing on what I could say without being hurt by him.

"But... I already treated that man and I will promise not to tell anyone about what I saw." I said slowly, frightened in this situation.

He walked near me and trail his hands on my shoulder until it reaches my cheeks, and wipes my tears as he caressed my cheek which he slap earlier. I moved away but he just grabbed my both cheeks tighter. This can't be happening. Tears continuously run down my cheeks.

"Stop it." he said firmly "I can't stand crybabies," he said in a warning tone but I didn't stop. I couldn't... in this situation. He let go of my face and lowered his head until he reached the level of my face. Then he grabbed my throat tightly. "What did I just tell you? Stop it!"

I tried to say something but he was blocking my airway. "Pl..ple...please..."

He was killing me, this is how I die. His grip got stronger and tighter as I felt another tear escapes from my eyes. I hold his hand on my neck trying to remove but his hand won't budge a bit, then I gave up and closed my eyes slowly. Silently waiting for my death.

He finally let go and I let out a gasp as I cough finding some air to breathe. "You belong to me now, try anything stupid and I'll make you pay." Then he walked out of the room. Leaving me there alone and scared out of my mind.

Dimitri DiFronzo... that name, it can't be. I tried my best to stay calm but it was hard when the most ruthless and dangerous mafia don, is holding me captive. What was he doing here anyway? I thought he was located in Italy, far away. He is going to kill me for sure. I'm not gonna survive here much longer.

I lay there utterly lost in the waves of terror and loneliness that envelop one at night in a strange house amongst strange people. I lay on the bed, tensed and tight, my toes curled with nervousness, my spine hunched with it, my leg muscles taut. I can't help but to sobbed and whimper in pain, tiredness, and loss of hope to survive in the mafia's den. After a while, I felt my tiredness washing over me and fell asleep.

***

The bright light shunned the blue sky covered with fluffy white clouds as the sun rays that peeked through the window collided with my face causing me to bring the covers over my head. I rub my eyes and sit up before realizing that it's already morning.

I lay back down on the bed with a sigh as I place my arm over my forehead. I am exhausted from crying all night, I didn't even get enough sleep from choking to death yesterday by the ruthless mafia boss.

"Good morning sunshine." I heard someone say when the door opened slowly. Sounded like a guy who kidnapped me the other day.

"What do you want..." I asked in a low tone, I don't have any energy to argue with him. I winced when I touched lightly my cheeks, feeling like I had dried blood on my lips.

"I'm here to check on you," he said calmly. I straightened my back a little and looked at him in concern. I tried to hide the fear in my eyes but it was impossible. "He beat you up good, didn't he," he said and pointed at my cheek. "And I see you had a busy night." he pointed at my neck. I felt anger run through me.

"Stop with the mocking, why are you here?" I spat out. But regretted it as he took out his gun and then looked at me. I brushed my palms into my forehead to my hair.

"I'm here to tell you the rules." he was grinning like his boss. Crazy bastards!

"Rules?" I asked in confusion.

"Yes, in here, there are rules you need to follow. If you break them, I'll shoot you." He waved his gun in the air and smiled like a devil. "Rule number one: You do as Dimitri says, disobey him and you die. Rule number two: Never leave without permission from him, me, or anyone that's guarding your door. Rule number three: Try anything stupid and you'll regret it."

"So basically be his slave." I scoffed while lowering my head and staring at my lap. I will be a slave of a jerk

"Yes, If you prefer that word."

"I'm not gonna follow your goddamn rules, just kill me now!" I nearly yelled.

The door opened and Dimitri walked in. He had blood on his hands and was cleaning them with a towel. I felt fear washing over me once again. I looked down at my lap, avoiding looking at his face.

"Is she misbehaving?" he asked.

"No, just got a big mouth. That's all," he said while sneering at me with his dirty mouth.

"Leave us," he commanded. Oh no, not again. Please not again. The man left the room. I started trembling furiously, my breath was uneven as I couldn't hide my fear any longer. "Emily." I heard him say "Emily, look at me."

I looked up at him with tears spontaneously flowing down my cheeks. I opened my mouth but nothing came up. But my eyes widened when he showed me a picture of Steve, my brother. I whimpered loudly, thinking that he might do something to my brother.

"P-please... d-don't hurt him..."

"Behave, and I won't touch him," he said kissing my forehead. I wanted to throw up as I couldn't feel my whole body anymore.

"I'll do as you say, just... please promise me you won't hurt him. He's the only one I left."

He stood up "I don't make promises, sweetheart."

My head fell as tears won't stop raging into my face, I touch my chest as I have hardly breathing. I felt him touching my head. I looked up and saw him in front of me.

"I'll give you the freedom to stroll inside and outside the house but as soon as you try anything, I won't hesitate to tie you up, understand?" he firmly said while glaring at me.

I just nodded. My mind was tired, I was tired. I felt him stroke my thigh and I flinched.

"Easy," he said and his grip got stronger. I wanted so desperately to pull away. But all I could think about was what he would do to my brother. His hand ran down my leg and to the chain on my feet. He unlock them, then looked at me.

He gave me a signal to stand up and walk. My shaky legs moved to get a grip. I placed my hands on the bed to give myself a push. It was harder than I expected. But I did it. I stood up and took a breath as I took one step but my legs gave in and I fell. Before I could hit the floor, I felt something grab me. I looked up to see Francis holding me.

"I..I...I'm sorry... I didn't mean to fall." I stuttered. He helped me to stand again and his touch was terrifying. His blue eyes scared me now.

"Just take it slow," he said. I grabbed onto the headboard to keep my balance.

"How long are you gonna keep me here?" I asked quietly.

He remains silent as he quietly positioned me to sit on the bed. As I sit on the edge of the bed, he took out an envelope from his denim jacket and open a white paper folded.

"You said, you will do anything, right?" He said glaring at me as I nodded multiple times while looking down at the floor. He lifted my chin to look at him and showed me a piece of paper placing it in front of me. I silently read what it says on the white paper.

'Marriage Contract'

My eyes widened as I took a glance at him and saw him with his Cheshire cat while gaping at me intently.

"Sign this, and your brother will be safe."