The Mafia's Little Seductress

ANGEL’S POV

“Let go of me!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, even when I knew it was hopeless. Their grips tightened like steel. No matter how I struggled I could never escape.

I was being pulled into a den I could never escape from and the thought scared me. 

“Shut up or else I'll skin you alive after the Boss is done with you!” A yellow faced man spat out. 

If I wasn't in such a precarious situation, I'd have given him a paste to brush his rotten brown teeth. 

They pulled me into a dark room and pushed me to my knees. My skin scrapped the hard tiles and I hissed in pain. When I lifted my head, ready to fight, I felt a sharp burn on my cheeks.

He just slapped me!

An old man sat on the only sofa in the dark lit room with a smoke on his lips. He had a crooked smile, that knowing smile that I had heard all about. 

“Angel, angel. Your father tried his best to hide you away from me but I've finally gotten my hands on you now,” he sneered. 

I glared at him. 

“You bastard. What do you want?” I spat out. 

His nose flared up at the insult, but he kept smiling. Then he waved his guards off. They let go me and left the room.

This man, who was old enough to be my father, stood up and grabbed a drink. 

“Your aunt… what's her name? Oh, Melissa. She sold you to us to repay her debt.” 

I swallowed, even though my mouth was dry and spoke calmly. “It is illegal to sell someone. Aren't you afraid of the cops?” 

He looked at me like I was stupid and chuckled. 

“Who dare touch me?” He grinned, taking deliberate steps towards me. 

I struggled to my feet and pulled down my gown that had ride up to my ass. This dress was another disgusting piece I wished to take off. His men had forced me to wear it to look good for their Boss. 

“Stay back,” I warned and shuffled backwards. “Don't come closer!”

Yet he kept walking like the predator he was. 

“You don't have to worry, Angel. I will take care of you tonight.” He lunged for me and grabbed my shoulders. 

I struggled with all my might but my hands were still bound. I couldn't do anything to him. 

This man pushed me to the couch and forced my mouth open while he poured the alcohol. I gagged and tried to spit it out, still I felt some sliding down my throat. 

I had very little experience with alcohol. I didn't want to get drunk and lose my consciousness.

“Now, be a good girl and serve me.” He said softly. 

I watched in terror as he started pulling his clothes off, my heart beating loudly in my ear. My hands were trembling. 

The moment he let go of my arm to grab his belt, I took over and pushed him off me. Grabbing the empty bottle of alcohol on the table, I smashed it on his head and he cried out. 

I ran to the door and screamed. “The Boss is bleeding!” 

Immediately the door opened, his men rushed inside and went straight to him. I had already hid myself by the side and in the midst of the chaos, I escaped the room. 

My lungs burned as I ran down the dark clubhouse. People looked at me, but no one stopped to help. Tears fell down my eyes. 

“Get her!” I heard the bellow of the Boss and increased my pace. 

“God please! Help me!” 

I held on to my mother's belief and kept running to different corners without realizing where I was headed to. 

Until I hit a wall and almost fell. I closed my eyes and brased myself for the impact, but nothing happened. When I opened my eyes, I saw a pair of dark eyes staring down at me. 

My breath caught in my throat and I started for a second. This man looked magnificent, even in the dark. And his scent. He smelled so good, I could stay in his embrace forever if I wasn't in a precarious situation. 

“Help me!” I grabbed his shirt with the little bit of energy I had left. “Please.” 

He looked down at me like I was a nuisance. Realizing he wasn't going to help, I pulled away from him and tried to keep running when his words stopped me. 

“You're running from Roger?” He asked.

I didn't know who that Boss was or his name but I nodded. 

“Stay behind me,” he muttered and stepped in front of me as the men finally caught up with me. 

They stopped when they saw this tall, strange man. I was breathing hard as I wondered how he was going to fight over seven men who had weapons. 

“Do… Don Vic,” the ugly yellow man from earlier stuttered. 

“What? You want to steal my woman?” He asked with a hint of arrogance. 

Don Vic? That was his name? It sounded familiar yet still strange. 

The yellow haired man shook his head. 

“But… she… she belongs to our Boss.” 

“Not anymore.” 

He turned and grabbed my wrist. “Let's go.” 

Before we could take a step, one of the men suddenly attacked. 

Vic acted immediately and blocked the attack. A knife appeared in his hands from nowhere and he stabbed the man's hand. 

I gasped and moved back in fear. 

The remaining men paused, with fear in their eyes. 

“If you don't want your life anymore, you can come at me,” Vic gestured that they attack him. 

Instead, they turned back and ran away, leaving only the annoying yellow haired man. 

“This… this isn't over, Don Vic!” he hissed and also ran away like a wolf with his tails tucked in between his legs. 

I watched in shock. They had actually left. I glanced at this Don Vic.

“Who are you?” I whispered, scared I had messed with the wrong person again. 

“I am your savior. And this pretty life of yours now belongs to me.” He said calmly with a strange look in his eyes. 

Dread filled my heart as I stared at his face. 

This man must be part of the mafia. And now, I owed him my life.