Kidnapped by the Ruthless Mafia

“Daddy, who is the woman tied to your bed?” A little girl asked with sparkling eyes while hugging a gift wrapped with a bear picture.

Meazus was quite surprised to hear his daughter's question. He didn't know why Selena could play there. Besides, where were all the nannies assigned to accompany Selena while she played? Almost eight years since Selena was born, Meazus had never allowed his daughter to go there.

“I'll kill them all.” Meazus clenched his fists as he spoke to himself.

The little girl wearing a pink dress and a matching headband tried to call her daddy again.

“Daddy, you're not answering me.”

Meazus tried to compose his expression in front of Selena and began speaking softly.

“How could you play all the way over there?” Meazus asked as he knelt in front of his daughter. He held Selena's small shoulders and smiled. “Next time, you must not go there. Do you understand?”

Selena puckered her lips. “Sure.”

“You shouldn't be sad because your birthday party is about to start.”

Today was Selena's eighth birthday. Meazus's daughter had turned eight without a mother, so every birthday she always prayed for a mother.

“You haven't given me a gift yet, Daddy.”

“You're right, what gift do you want, my little princess?”

“I want the woman tied to your bed to be released for me.”

***

Three days ago...

“Deanna, can you check the VIP room in the lavender room?” Someone took off their glasses to relieve the fatigue in their eyes. “I'm a little dizzy.”

Deanna nodded and got up from the swivel chair, then left the nurse station and headed toward the VIP room mentioned by her colleague, who was also a nurse.

The woman stopped at a VIP room named Lavender. Deanna stopped because she heard strange whispers inside—as if they were discussing a very dangerous secret.

"This poison is very rare! If we inject it into his IV, he'll die in a few seconds. Isn't this the perfect time? The only one to blame for his death is the hospital's negligence."

Meazus Lucasio was the leader of a mafia syndicate involved in oil, gas, and machinery refurbishment in Manhattan. The man was engaged in a fierce rivalry with a cartel over a female night guard due to a failed tender.

The man from Brazil was hospitalized exclusively after being shot at the headquarters of a mafia boss who won the tender. Meazus Lucasio should have won the tender, but the man now in critical condition revealed secrets and leaked them to the mafia-specific media within the syndicate.

“Don't be reckless, Zoan.” Meazus glanced toward the door. “I hear heavy breathing coming from there.”

The door where Deanna was eavesdropping suddenly opened, revealing Meazus's furious face. “Were you just eavesdropping?!” Meazus asked in his baritone voice.

Deanna took a step back. “N-no. I... I didn't hear anything. I just arrived here.” Deanna's mouth stammered with fear, but she still tried to muster the courage to enter the room where the sleeping patient lay.

Deanna held the hand of the middle-aged man who was fast asleep and checked whether the IV he was using was still working properly. The beautiful nurse did not know that the patient who was fast asleep was not sleeping because he was tired, but because Meazus and Zoan had injected something into the IV.

The woman, who worked as a nurse, tried to remain calm, even though she was truly terrified at that moment. Deanna’s knees felt weak, but she had to maintain her professionalism as a medical professional.

“Alright, I have to go because his condition is improving. He's also sleeping soundly.” Deanna forced a smile at the two handsome men with sharp eyes. One had lake-green eyes, and the other had light brown eyes.

Meazus and Zoan said nothing and let Deanna leave the room, but they wouldn't allow someone who knew their plan to roam freely.

Meazus and Zoan's plan could be carried out by seeing Deanna tied up in the basement on the same day. Initially, Deanna was moved to Meazus's room due to minor repairs in the basement, then tied up again in the basement the next day.

The room was usually used to store wine from the golden years.

Today marks exactly three days since Deanna has been there. She is still wearing her nurse's uniform, though it is now dirty and tattered. Both of Deanna's hands are bound with iron, but her legs are completely unrestrained. Her mouth is also not covered, as no one would hear her screams from the basement. The room is completely soundproof. 

Deanna had not eaten anything for three days, but she could not bear the thirst that was tormenting her throat. Someone had been ordered by him to give Deanna food and drink, but she refused to eat even a single bite from the plate.

“Why are you still letting her live, Mr. Meazus?” Zoan, who was Meazus's right-hand man and CEO of New Calce Technology, stood in front of the black metallic table.

Meazus stopped playing with the miniature car on his desk and glared sharply at Zoan. The founder of New Calce Technology clenched his jaw. “I heard she hasn't eaten anything until this morning. So she will die slowly. I also can't think much because Selena is holding a birthday party this afternoon.” Meazus stood up from the swivel chair and repeated his words with emphasis. “Don't touch her, let her die slowly.”

Several hours later, after the birthday party ended, all the guests gradually left the place. Most of the invited guests were Meazus' business friends who had children. 

“Daddy.”

Selena approached Meazus' position after the last guest left their house. It seemed Selena still wanted to collect on Meazus' promise, even though her father did not approve of Selena's request.

“Didn't you promise to give me a gift?” She gave him a sweet look that Meazus couldn't resist.

Meazus looked at Selena and knelt down to be at the same level as the little girl. Daddy held Selena's shoulders. “Can you wait in your room? You can open some of the gifts you received today.”

Selena puckered her lips. “But I also want to see that woman.”

“Not this time, Selena. Go to your room.”

Selena raised her pinky finger toward Meazus' face. “Promise me you'll release her as my birthday gift, Daddy.”

Meazus stared at the little finger for a few seconds before hooking it with his own. “Sure, Daughter.”

“Daddy.” Selena held Meazus's hand with her other hand. “Don't you want a new wife for yourself? I'm saying this because I want a mother.”

Meazus's small smile vanished at Selena's words. The man released her pinky finger and stood up. “Go to your room.”

Selena smiled sweetly. “Bye, Daddy! I love you.”

Selena went to her room accompanied by several nannies walking behind her, while Meazus stood up and walked toward the basement—the place where Deanna was tied up after being moved from his room.

The basement resembled a warehouse, untidy and covered in spider webs in several spots. Deanna was tied between two iron bars, lying asleep on the dirty floor. Meazus entered alone and forbade anyone else from following him.

The shiny black loafers stopped in front of Deanna’s pale face. Deanna slowly opened her eyes and stared at Meazus’s loafers.  

“H-help.”  

“I don’t know what you’re saying to my daughter.” Meazus’s heavy voice began to echo in the room. “But you’re not allowed to die today.”