Master and Slave

"Nico" I whisper. His eyes widen, before going back to its blankness. Happened so fast that I doubt it even happened

"What are you doing?" The old man who I am guessing to be his father yells.

"What the contract says" he shrugs not caring in the slightest.

"You!" His father says, His face red with anger.

Oh, Daddy seems angry.

"Don't forget I am the capo now. Know your place" I sense the threat in Nico's words. That means the mafia is his? Like really his?.

He hands some papers to me. Marriage certificates.

"Sign" He pushes a pen into my fingers, letting me go.

Do I have to? Can I escape?

I look at his father who is currently glaring at us and that answers my question. I have no escape.

With shaky hands I sign it, his words ringing in my ears.

You are mine

"Isabella Perez now belongs to me. I expect you to show her respect as you would to me. That includes you father" Nick warns them all.

His father grits his teeth, banging his walking stick against the floor.

"You take the side of those that killed your brother? Shame! He would have been a better Capo than you are" His father spits out.

Nico grabs my arm dragging me with him.

Uhh , I can walk by myself.

We go up the staircase walking down to the last rooms. Opening one door he throws me inside.

"Now you listen. You are mine. Your whole existence is mine. You live for me. Breathe for me. Exist for me. If I tell you to do something. You do it. No questions asked. If I tell you to jump off a building, I want no hesitation from you. I am the master and you are my slave. Do you get me?

Oh no. I hesitate to answer him.

"I said. Do you get me?!!" He repeats his question.

"Yes" I squeaked.

"Yes master" he corrects me

"Yes master" I repeat looking at him

"Keep your head down when you talk to me"

I lower my head playing with my fingers.

"Good girl. Someone would come soon with new clothes for you. Don't talk to anyone if it isn't me"

He goes out closing the door behind him. Everything comes crashing down.

I'm not dreaming. This isn't a prank. I got sold to a mafia family, I'm married to the capo of the Mafia. Aunt Sofia didn't even try to stop them. Why didn't she? The tears start coming before I realize it.

She just let them carry me away. My father gave me off as a slave.

I'm sitting on the floor, rocking myself. Someone knocks on my door before it opens.

"Ma'am your clothes" I look up to see a girl my age who wore a maid's uniform. I'm tempted to run to her for help, but that's just stupid. Any female lead that begs for help from a maid is dumb. She'd obviously tell Nico if I do.

I ignore her, dropping my head on my knee.

I hear her walking around the room, probably arranging clothes in the closet.

"I can help you escape" Her voice is so small I barely heard her. I look up and she's staring at me.

"I can help you escape from this place" she repeats. Seems like a trap. I'm tempted to hear her out, but I shake my head. I see the disappointment in her eyes, but it changes to sorrow.

"Suit yourself" She rolls the trolley she brought in out closing the door behind her

A lot of people might be like 'Why are you not screaming?' 'Why are you doing nothing?' 'You just came to terms with it all?' 'Call the cops'

By a lot of people, I meant Andrea.

But according to all the books I've read, and I've read a lot, I can't just escape from the mafia boss.

So how to survive? Make him fall in love with me.

This sounds even harder than escaping.

The door opens and he walks in with another maid. This one is carrying a tray this time.

She drops the tray on the floor next to me and leaves.

"Eat" I look up to meet his eyes before looking back down at the food.

"Thank you" my voice is only a whisper.

I uncover the plates, slowly eating. He just stood at the door watching me. Creepy much?

After I finished eating the same girl that brought it in came to carry the plates out.

"Bath then sleep" He only gives out orders.

"Can I please have my phone?" I asked in a low voice. Didn't even notice when they took it.

He gave me a look that said 'correct yourself'

"Can I please have my phone master?" I kept my eyes on the floor. Acting this way is belittling. That is probably why he is making me do it. But right now, I don't have a choice. I have to be the pretty little slave wife.

"You'd get it tomorrow, sleep first. You're tired"

He watches me as I stand, walking to the bathroom.

"There's a towel inside" He tells me. Opening the door I walk in, I turn and see him still staring at me.

How long is he going to stand there?

His eyes are on me as I slowly close the door, locking it.

Taking a quick shower, I slowly open the door poking my head out.

Oh, he's gone.

I find a nightwear on my bed, he must have left it there. Creep. Dress quickly I fall on my bed drifting off to sleep.

Morning comes by quickly and when I wake my phone is on the table next to me. Didn't even notice anyone came in.

Andrea will scream when she sees how carefree I am about my situation right now.

Right. Andrea!!

I quickly reach for my phone.

36 missed calls and 20 messages.

My phone starts ringing and she's the one calling.

"Hey" I pick up the call

"Hey? Hey???" She screams

"Uh…."

"Tell me why you won't be in school for the rest of the week"

I won't?

"Tell me why your stupid cousin told the whole class that you ran away with your sugar daddy"

What??

It's just what? 9 AM When did all these happen?

"Where are you?" She asks me.

"Isabella. Where are you?" I sense the worry in her voice.

"I'm with my husband" I sigh. I can't lie to her.

"Don't lie to me. What's going on?"

I take a deep breath.

"You know that stalker guy?" I ask quietly

"Yes. What hap… Did he kidnap you?" She gasps.

"I'm calling the police"

"We got married" I blurt out.

There's silence. More silence.

"Hello?"

"Tell me you're joking" Her voice is pleading. But I'm not joking. I wish I was. I wish this was just a dream. But life played a cruel prank on me

"I'm not. Daddy used me as collateral, so here we are"

"How are you okay with this? How are you not screaming?"

I don't know. I really don't know.

"It is what it is. I'm used to life going wrong so I adapt easily"

"Babe" I think she's crying.

"I'd call you later?" I disconnect the call.

I'd be fine.

Right?