The Mafia doesn't play when it comes to family, John leader of Spanish mafia, needs help protecting his daughter.He goes to Sebastian leader of the Italian mafia and old time lover with his daughter Emily Chavez, the girl who he left ends up being t...
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Emily Pov
The Room I was In was dark and cold, My head was pounding, everything in my body was sore and aching from pain. My hands and feet were tied to something. Wind broke through the cracks and my spine went up in a shiver.
"You look just as beautiful as I remember." The voice spoke and there was only one person that belonged to "Nikolai."
"Yes baby doll, say my name." His fingers went to my cheek. I couldn't see him but my senses were on alert and his touch was cold and rough. "I finally have you and I'm going to be the one that enjoys you forever."
"Please stop touching me." His finger's went lower to my stomach, What if I was really pregnant and I did have a child? What if something happened and I can't save the baby or me?
"Oh doll, I'm going to touch you because you're mine and only mine." He patted my head and tears brimmed my eyes.
"You think Sebastian's gonna save you, baby doll, he doesn't care about you he just wants your empire but I'm the one who wants you for you." A bright light appears and seems to be his phone.
"Look, he doesn't even care about where you are." Nikolai showed me a video of him and a girl at a restaurant laughing and talking.
"I'm going to take care of you now."
"Nikolai, please just let me go." I say weak and pathetic. "Baby doll you're begging, I love it." I feel his breath on mine. Right when he's about to kiss me I turn my head making him kiss me on my ear.
"What the fuck, You bitch." He slapped me across the face, "Maybe I need you to teach you some manners in case you forget." He was gone. I was cold and bare. I only had little clothing.
They moved me to a cell which smelled like piss and crap.
The ground was cold and wet since it was dark. I couldn't tell if it was water or blood I'm hungry and in pain one of the guards threw moldy bread which made me throw up. I'm not stupid to eat it was just the smell.
I heard footsteps approaching. Someone turned on a light that wasn't bright enough to see, "Look at you now do you think he'll still want you."
I couldn't remember the voice but it was a woman. It was thick Italian and brutal.
"Do you remember me, little one, the woman who killed your poor dear mother." The facial features look just like him. "Francesca."
I whisper light even though I knew she heard me. "So you do remember me, Just sad my son already forgot about you and moved on."
She laughs like a hyena, "You think I'm stupid in believeing he would actually do something to me like that." she scoffs. "Do you know my son anything that has a vagina he will fuck or even a mouth who knows."
"Well like mother like son, wonder where he got it from." I bite back, "Wow somebody has a mouth on them today for somebody in a cell with nothing you better watch it little one wouldn't want you dying."
