I woke up like I was being pinched out of my sleep, my eyes groggily looking over the room and that was when it hit me. I wasn't dreaming, it was real and I'm fucking here. I was still here.
I quickly bolted out of the bed, my hands running through my curly hair. How long had I been sleeping? oh fuck me.
The door opened and one of the girls entered, she looked at me trying to despair what I was doing in the room.
"You're awake? Wallace didn't want to wake you up." She said and I didn't talk to her.
She shook her head and mumbled, "Forgotten how bitchy you are,"
Then she began leaving.
"Is there any other door apart from the guard gate outside?." I asked.
She turned, confused at my question.
"No."
I bit my lower lip and began walking out before her.
Which way do I go from here?. The mansion is damn big and it'd be hard finding an escape route.
I ran down the hall, my legs moving surprisedly fast as my eyes darted around for an escape route. Oh yes, I found the front door, and I'd be running down these stairs to it. My head hadn't clicked on how to run past the front gate with so many men guarding it, oh when we get to the bridge, we'll know how to cross it.
I sprinted down the stairs and looked up at the door to my freedom, and some men were following me up immediately. And they scattered over the hallway. How the fuck did they know?.
That was when my eyes met the surveillance locked around the hall. Oh fuck, I didn't fucking see this earlier.
I turned around quickly and I slammed into a wall, not a wall but a fucking body. I've been caught. My legs grew weak when I looked up, it was the fucking mafia lord's body. I swallowed up.
Confirm fear.
"Who's she?." A man asked. I turned, a man was looking from my slim long legs to my face. His eyes glinted when he met my eyes. He was old, he looked deadly and dangerous. The way he looked at me, I could tell he was a pervert. He even looks older than my father.
"I'd like her to warm my bed." He told the boss. My heart skipped, I'm not a fucking prostitute.
The boss looked down at me, angry that I was fucking going to run away, he commanded his men who'd been standing beside me.
"Take her to my room and tie her up,"
Wait, what?. He's fucking gonna tie me up.
"Hey, you can't tie me up now, I want to get the hell out of here," I shouted as strong hands carried me up and started walking over the stairs as I struggled to flee. He stood there watching me until I was out of sight.
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The guard dropped me on his master's bed and I tried to scamper out of the bed, the other men grabbed me down to the bed and held me against the headboard.
"Hold her tight, she's fucking strong." The one who carried me ordered them, he took the chain from the bed. He came toward me and handcuffed each of my hands to the bed.
"I'm fucking gonna kill you when I'm out of here," I screamed. They laughed it off like it was a mere threat and walked out of the room. Oh, fuck!. How the hell do I get away from here without being killed?.
Seconds passed, the monster was not seen, minutes passed, I was fucking tired of waiting and hours came, I almost collapsed. I was tired, my arm was hurting like hell and my eyes were closing up. I was hungry.
The door opened, my eyes went wide, I looked up and I saw him strolling in. He reached his table and began taking off his jacket. My eyes met a dark inked tattooed drawing from his left side of his neck down. His white inner shirt covered it up. He took off his gun which he tucked in by the side of his black trouser and dropped it on the table. He turned and began walking toward me.
"What the hell were you thinking?. Do you think you can run away from me?." He asked. His voice hoarse like he'd been yelling for a long time. His shoes made a noise with each step he took.
"Release me and see how I make out of it," I replied to him, in a very hush voice.
He smiled but his smile didn't reach his eyes.
"You don't know where you are, little cagna. You tried to run, you shall face the consequences. You'll warm his bed." (Bitch).
"What?. I'm not a prostitute,"
"But you're not a virgin, are you?." He teased.
I bent my head and responded, "I am," He raised his eyebrows, not believing me. Not anyone believed me because I didn't behave like one.
"Are you lying, trioa?. Not after all I've heard about you." (Slut)
Need I say, he speaks Italian, his accent made it looked like he was born there. I tried to hide the fact that he called me a slut just now, or he'd know I hear Italian.
He asked about me, why would he go around asking about me?. Well, I've made out with a lot of guys in the bars, but I've never gone to bed with them, even if I'd go to a few rooms, I would drug them and make away with their money. This was how I survived, I didn't fuck them, so I'm not a prostitute.
"I am not a whore." I stated flatly. I didn't need to explain my life to anyone.
There was silence. I hope he changes his mind.
"That's none of my business. You're mine, you'll do what I command. Tonight, get ready to lose it."
I underestimated the devil, he was cold-hearted.
"Why?. Why are you doing this to me?. I'm not owing you but my father is. Why the fuck are you doing this?."
He went out of my face and turned his back on me.
"You'll not ask me questions on what I want with you. I own you, so you'll do as I please." He finished, picked his gun and left.
That motherfucker dick handsome face does not own me. No one owns me and the earlier he starts realizing that, the better for us. He must let me go or I will frustrate him. I'll frustrate his life and make him miserable till he lets me go.
I shut my eyes and thought inwardly. He wants me to sleep with that man like a whore.
Zavi Covillie.She was fearless, and nonchalant about everything. She talks a lot and the only thing she was afraid of was losing her life. A girl who doesn't care if I killed her father, is it how bad she hated her father?. A girl who looks me directly in the eye, very bold and feisty. She's insanely beautiful, had long brown curly hair, very beautiful emerald eyes, she reminded me of someone, someone that I found so hard forgetting in my life. I could give her up with the other sluts but I waited, she's too nimble to waste like that. I've thought about what I wanted from her, what I wanted to use her for but I'm not sure. If she survives the heat tonight, I would train her and make her mine forever. I would make her a woman behind the mask. But why?. There are so many beautiful and skillful women out there, why should it be her?. "Boss, why did you choose her?." Wallace asked the question that I wasn't able to answer myself. "There are many skillful sluts in the family, and yo
Our car stopped in front of a hotel, I could see men standing at the door of the hotel behind my veil. My eyes were everywhere, looking for an escape route but Wallace was not giving me room to think. He dragged me out of the car roughly and whispered, "When you get in there, do your job and don't speak," We began walking into the hotel. Inside, it was big and quiet, the hotel was beautiful too. Wallace dragged me towards the lady behind the counter. "Fraser?." He asked. The lady bowed and quickly gave him a card. Wallace led me into the elevator and pressed the 54th floor. Inside the elevator, none of us spoke to each other. I gulped down, careful not to say a word. I knew I always had something to say all the time. Finally, we reached, the elevator opened, and we walked out. When we arrived at the door, two huge guards were standing by the door. Wallace showed them the card, Immediately, the door opened and a man walked out, he looked from me to Wallace and asked, "Is she the hi
Wallace dragged me out of the car and I yelped because of the pain I was feeling in my ankle. He looked down at my legs and smirked, "Don't worry, our boss will kill you for what you have done himself." Is that it?. They didn't want me killed by Fraser's men but by Zavi. How could I not think of that?. But I didn't kill that man, I only gave him a few shots that I didn't know would kill him, I am surprised to know he wasn't breathing. I thought as strong as he seemed to be, he would hold onto a few shots of the Vodka. Yes, I know the spirits Vodka has 95% alcohol and I'm already acquainted with the drink. Remember, I drink every night at the bar. And I've been with such gamblers who took it and are still living. We climbed the stairs to the hallway and then we reached an elevator. I hadn't seen this earlier in the house.We arrived at the rooftop and the elevator slid open, my eyes rested on Zavi who stood with his back facing us, he was in his long black jacket and wine was placed
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……Vanora CampbellI've seen my mother die, in fact, she died in my arms, but I've never seen anyone shot directly, and not someone who died for my sake. I knew these men were dangerous, the first time I calculated that they were in the mafia, I knew I was not gonna survive it. My dad had fucked me up so many times, I was a pain in his ass, he hated me because I reminded him of my mother who he killed, although he didn't just shoot my mother in the head, he led the bastards who killed her, and this is the only thing he could do? to offer me to the devil himself. My back rested against the wall and my face bent in between my lap as I thought about it. I can't hold up this way, I know I act all mighty and brave but this is one thing that breaks me down, seeing someone shot in front of you. That bastard. That monster. How could he look very comfortable after killing that innocent girl?. The door opened and someone walked in. I took in a breath as I saw the monster looking down at me
I woke up feeling much better than yesterday. Today, I was going to start training but it didn't involve killing. Fuck, I shiver remembering that they were gonna force me to kill before escaping and one thing was that no how I was going to kill, and my plan was targeted at the mob boss. It's crazy right?. Pretty okay. My eyes darted at the small stool and I found some clothes, toiletries, etc. It was the same bag Wallace gave me the last time. I quickly went into the bathroom to take my bath. ...I was out of the room, looking fresh. I knew they hadn't called me up first but If I was going to undergo any training in the house, I should have food in my stomach. It'd given me time to look for my escape. My leg was much better this morning as I happily walked past some guards at every pillar of the mansion. They were all alert and looking at me as I walked, hopped, or skipped down the hallway in search of the kitchen. The house was huge and fine, and I knew it'd take a while to get t
"Next time, remind me to put up an act to eat in my room," I told Davina. She laughed."Well, you won't be eating there after today. You'll be joining the master in his dining." I deadpanned. My eyes grazed hers when I found her holding my hand."Hey..c'mon, don't be afraid. There are two dining halls in this mansion. We're a family, and as a family, we eat together. The boss cannot eat with the sluts and soldiers. They're the lowest common humans in this mansion, but the boss eats with the higher ranks, like us."I blinked."Like us?." "Like you and I. Don't worry, with time, you'll get to know everyone and their ranks. And when you're sworn in, the sluts will not have to look down on you anymore." Her words pierce into my mind. This is getting funnier than I expected. My shocked eyes melted into amused ones.Davina's phone buzzed. She tucked her short hair behind her ear and looked into her phone. "I have to go to work. You'll be good, right?." She asked. Her brown eyes looke
Zavi CovillieThe hell. She tried to kill me, so if I hadn't ordered my men to put only a bullet in the gun earlier, she could have killed me. That bitch!.I was angry, angry that she disrespected me in front of my men, she was brave. No one looks me in the eye, but here the little whore was looking at me and challenging me, she even pointed a gun at my face. If it was another girl, I could have let my men fuck her to death but she's mine. The thought of it alone is crazy. That's the least punishment that I have given to anybody. I raked my hand through my hair as I sat down. I took a joint from the ashtray and lit it up. I smoked and puffed it out as the smoke filled the room, relaxing me and lightening up my mood. At least she's fucking strong. Her stronghold on life is something to me. I heard a few knocks at the door and looked at it."Come in," I gruffly said. The door opened and Davina walked in with her head down. "The few injured girls have been prepped up for tonight's