Made For The Mafia

Chapter One — PleasantriesThe rain hadn’t started yet, but the skies outside were a patchwork of storm clouds and silver veins of lightning. The bar smelled of bleach, sweat, and spilled beer. Elena Brusso wiped the counter slowly, methodically. Her legs ached, her back screamed, and her eyes kept drifting to the ticking clock above the door.She had to leave—on foot again, since her car had been sold to pay rent.The parking lot outside was nearly empty, bathed in the flickering orange glow of dying streetlamps. Except for one familiar truck—parked far off, idling quietly. She smiled despite the fatigue.Elijah. Always waiting. Always watching out for her.Elena tugged her sweater tighter and jogged over, shoes splashing against shallow puddles.“I actually thought you’d left,” she said, slipping into the passenger seat.“And leave a pretty lady like you to walk home?” Elijah grinned, mocking offense. “Never.”His warmth made her chest ease a little. Elijah had been more like a brot

Chapter Three - “ Meet the others…”A gunshot.Elena jolted upright, her breath caught in her throat. Her eyes darted around the dimly lit room, every nerve in her body tense. A sharp rattle shook the doorknob. Then the door creaked open.A woman stepped inside—elegant, cold, and composed, old enough to be her mother. Two guards flanked her, silent and watchful.Elena threw the covers off and swung her legs to the floor, wincing at the dull throb building behind her eyes. “Good, you're awake,” the woman said coolly, her gaze sweeping over Elena like she was inspecting bruised fruit.“What was that? I heard a gun—”“Nothing you need to concern yourself with,” the woman interrupted sharply. “Clean yourself up and come downstairs. Matteo’s waiting. He doesn't tolerate delays.”She turned to go, but Elena's voice stopped her. “Please… I just want to go home.”For a fraction of a second, something flickered in the woman’s eyes—regret? Sympathy? It was gone just as fast.“Fifteen minutes,”

Chapter Five— Blood and Bone?“What?”“Are you deaf?” The guard took a step closer, his gun swinging by his side. “Take them off.”Elena stood, rooted to the spot in embarrassment and fear. The rest of the girls around her stood in just their underwears—majority of whom looked scared and the others surprisingly composed.“I can’t please.” A soft click sounded close to her head and something cold pressed against the side of her head.“Take em’ off.”Quivering, she slowly peeled her clothes off her body, starting from her jacket, her shirt and then everything else. The cold air licked her skin, goosebumps rose. She felt self conscious—exposed. Instinctively, her arms wrapped around her chest. A wave of muffled chuckling quickly spread through the room. The guards stared at her in amusement, their eyes lust filled.“Stand in line.”She ignored the guards wandering eyes and moved to join the rest of the girls. Tears pricked at her eyes.A man, seated at the end of a mahogany table watche

Chapter Seven - Rage.Elena couldn't see. She blinked away the darkness and slowly stirred awake. A dull ache spread through her body. Pain shot up her hands and head. She bit back a hiss. Where was she? She wondered. The room was nearly empty. The only things in it—two beds, a small table and a window high up.It looked more like a prison than anything. The door swung open and a woman, dressed in a medic wear, walked in. “You're up,” she said, barely looking at her. “How're you feeling?” Elena couldn't recall a lot but she could remember Viktor’s face when he'd moved to strike her. She frowned. “I don't want to be here,” she said. The medic chuckled, nearly laughing. “Well, haven't we all said that.” Picking a syringe from the table, the medic approached her. Elena shifted uncomfortably. “What's that?”The woman grabbed her arm roughly. “Just a little something to suppress the pain you should be feeling.”Elena yanked her hand out of the woman's grip. “Get the hell away from

Chapter Nine- Bouncing back “I heard she was drugged, raped and then stabbed to death. No one knows where they disposed the body,” one of the girls said. “I can bet they sold her organs off.”A series of murmurs and gasps fanned out across the group of ladies, seated, listening.Lindsey Bennett. That was her name. She was only seventeen years old—built different from the rest of the girls here. Her body was far more developed which automatically meant she'd work entertainment.She'd died a horrible, painful death.“Heard they took turns raping her over and over again.”“They?”“The bastard called his buddies in…about four or them,” someone responded. Bile rose up Elena's throat. She forced it down and rose to her feet. She wondered why Matteo still hadn't addressed it or was that how useless we were to him.Her blood boiled. She moved towards the punching bag, needing to blow off some steam. Hands balled into fists, she stuck the punching bag, gradually picking up speed with each pu