Some Truth

6 months later

Samantha

I walked through the halls of this mansion as I carried food that was specifically prepared by me for Santino. I glared at the covered dinner dishes in my hands and they glared right back at me. There weren't the cause of this thing I now call my life. How I went from being one of the most spoiled people to being Santino’s personal slave still shocked me up to now. I didn't understand why I had to suffer in place of my brother. I don't know why Santino involved me in the war he had going on with my one and only brother.

I walked at a steady pace as I wouldn’t make any spills the last thing I wanted was to piss off that devil of a man that I despised with my whole being. The hallways were quiet the sound being heard was the click of my shoes. I took a deep breath in as I kept walking.

The whole time I kept thinking of ways to escape from this life. I had already lost hope that my brother would ever come to rescue me. It's been six months for crying out loud and he has been quiet as though he doesn't know up to now that I am missing. I may not be allowed to own a phone in this mansion but I know word got out about my disappearance.

I reached the living room and passed through to take his lunch at the balcony where he wanted to eat from. He sat outside on of the chairs as he gazed out the vast land he owned. The place was beautiful with a fountain in the middle. The area has all sorts of flowers that complemented the landscaping.

I walked around him and he continued to look out if he was ignoring my presence I couldn't tell. Even in his position, he looked so huge, I glared at him and thought of the way I would stab his black heart till he was on the ground and not breathing.

“Whatever you thinking of won't work on me?” He spoke up, as though he was reading my thoughts.

So he knew that I was here. I set his food on the table and I was about to walk away when he stopped me.

“ Please take a seat.” He gestured to the seat beside him, it was the only other seat that was available. I frowned in his direction but sat anyways.

He grabbed a fork and handed it to me. “ Here take the first bite.”

I smirked and grabbed the fork from him. He knew better than to trust food prepared by me. The only thing I wanted was to see him dead. I grabbed the knife as well took cut a piece of the meat I had prepared and ate some. I chewed carefully as I looked him dead in the eyes. He looked right back with hidden satisfaction in his devilish eyes. He was handsome I will give him that. So devilishly handsome if we meet under different circumstances I would have been head over heels for this man.

He swallowed but he didn't look satisfied. I grabbed some of the salads I made and ate some too. I wasn't stupid to add poison to his food that was too easy anyway, I wanted his death to be painful he was going to pay for everything he made me go through.

I swallowed and this time he smirked finally satisfied. He decided to watch me.

“ Can I go now?” I asked with a straight face. The less he knew what I was feeling the better.

“No give it a minute, poison takes time to react. I don't trust anything prepared by you. But it gives me joy knowing that you are my slave.” He spoke ever so slowly. His Italian accent is thick non mistakenly. He always spoke with so much precaution. He was hard to read and he gave nothing away.

“ As much as that would give me the joy to see you die,” I emphasized and he only chuckled lowly. “ I am not dumb enough to add poison to your food. I know by now that you always make me taste before you eat.”

He smirked, “ yeah but I know you are waiting for me to let my guard down but that ain't happening.”

I kept my mouth shut cause a part of me knew it was true. But the fucker always had his guard up.

After seeing that nothing was happening to me he began to eat. I stood up and was ready to leave when he spoke up.

“ I didn't say you could leave yet slave.”

I sneered in his direction. “ I am not your slave.”

He chuckled and cleaned his juicy mouth with a napkin. How I can kiss those lips. I shook my head what I was thinking? I am miserable because of this idiot.

“ Your pathetic brother tried to reach out to me. He wants to know that you are still alive. So I will you talk to him for only a minute.” He spoke.

So this is what this was about? It all didn't make sense why would my brother reach out after six good months? He took out a sleek phone from the pockets of the black dress pants he wore.

He dialed a number and the phone didn't take time to ring before the other person picked up. He shouted in Italian over the phone and I couldn't make out anything he said. I really needed to learn one or two words at least.

He gave the phone to me. “ you only have one minute more than that I will cut off one of your fingers.” He threatened and I only swallowed hard. He was a dangerous man and I knew better than to defy his words. He made sure of that these past few six months.

I grabbed the phone from him and put it over my ear. “ Hang in there sis, I will rescue you from that bastard. I didn't mean for you to get involved. I am so sorry.” Ethan's voice was shallow I could tell this really affected him.

Funny enough these were the most words he has ever spoke to me ever since mum and dad died in that awful accident.

“ What kind of job do you do Ethan?” I asked the one question that had been on my mind these past six months.

“Don't hate me but I am in the mafia, I am the mafia boss in Mexico I just wronged the wrong mafia man but I will get you out of this mess trust me.” I didn't know what to feel about his words. But one thing is for sure, I felt betrayed.

“ How can I trust you ?”

“Time up.” The phone was snatched from me even before I could say anything. I heard Ethan shout profanities over the phone but all that seemed to go on deaf ears.

“I told you I would make you pay one way or another. Samantha is my personal slave I make her do whatever I want. I am already bored of her so hurry up before I get rid of her. All you have to do is bring yourself to me no more hide and seek Ethan.”

He hang up even before Ethan could say anything. I did even know I was crying till I felt something wet fall on my hand I looked only to realise it was a tear. I hated this man who ruined my life. Out of rage I grabbed the nearest folk and I lunged in his direction. I didn't even care where my body would land as long as I stubbed Santino with the folk.

I aimed for his heart. For someone that big he was quick on his feet. He swiftly moved out of the way and I went flying to the ground. He laughed out loud. That is the most I have heard him laugh like ever.

I screamed to no one in the particular. The fall scratched my hand and I was left with a sore. I knew that was going to leave a scar but I didn't care. I stood up and lunged at him once more. I was screaming murder he easily snatched the folk from my hands and he grabbed my hands in a vice grib. That surely hurt like a bitch.

“ It's pointless don't waste your energy like that.” For someone who was just from getting attacked he was surely calm.

I fidgted out of his grip and he held on tighter that action only making my body hurt even more. I stayed silent in his painful grip but the tears kept pouring from me eyes.

This was the first time he ever held me this close. I could feel every outline of his perfect hard chest. I tried not to over think it. I was in a bad situation.

“ You must really not like your fingers.”

I felt my body hitch. How could I have forgotten about his warning?

I must be the most stupid girl ever. I spat out on his perfect t-shirt which only made him even angrier. His face awfully calm and that frightened me even more

“Don't make me do this Samantha, please. I don't want to be the bad person. But you keep pushing me to be bad.”

“ Keeping me here against my will makes you bad Santino!!” I screamed.

“ You brother left me with no choice.” Was his simple reply.

I would have glared at him if I was at eye level with him but my eyes reached his chest. Santino is a very tall man.

He pushed me away from him with a very disgusted looked on his face. Like he touched the most filthy thing in his life. This was the most expression he was ever showed me.

He glared at me. “ The next time you try something like that I won't be so forgiving.”

He stood up and left me there. I crocuhed to the ground now that I was back to my senses I was really asking for a death wish. But it was all too much to handle. Finding out that my brother was really part of the mafia broke my heart even more.