Mafia (DNF)

Five

GEORGE

I slowly opened my eyes. My head was pounding, and my arms were sore. I squinted at the window, sun streaming into my eyes. 

"Fuck off," I told it, and covered my head with the soft blanket. Wait, soft? My blanket sucked.

I suddenly jerked upright, remembering what happened last night. My arms were sore because I got kidnapped off the streets on my way home.

I looked around at the room I was in. The bed was huge, with massive, fluffy blankets. The room was simple but elegant; polished wood flooring and gold doorknobs, with silky white curtains on the windows.

This was definitely nicer than a hotel, I thought, examining the fluffy pillows.

I got up and immediately tried opening the door opposite the bed, but it was locked. I went to the door on the side, and it opened up to a massive bathroom, with marble floor and a fancy shower head in large glass walls.

Whoever kidnapped me must be hella rich, I thought. The guy he hired seemed to know what he was doing, that's for sure; I didn't even know what had happened until I was unconscious.

I wasn't sure why I was here, but I didn't really want to stick around. I went over to the window by my bed, hoping I could hop out onto the street.

I was very wrong. We were at least fifty floors in the air, and I could see almost the entire city of New York, where I lived.

At least I was still in the right city, thank god. When I was getting kidnapped, I was scared that they were going to put me in human trafficking or something.

I jumped as I heard the door of the room being unlocked. I whirled around, and saw a man enter the room.

I furrowed my eyebrows, looking closer. Was that the same blonde guy I walked into this morning?

"Hey, you're awake." He greeted, giving a small smile. It looked unnervingly friendly, and I felt my hands get a little clammy.

"What do you want?" I blurted out. He was still just as intimidating as he was this morning, but I wanted to get out here ASAP. No time for manners.

He raised an eyebrow. "Do you know who I am? You should be more respectful."

Oh, he was one of those power-drunk businessmen with their massive egos. Great.

"What, a CEO of a company or something? I don't care," I snapped back. "What am I doing here?"

The corner of his mouth lifted. "You're rather confident in the presence of a mafia leader."

My stomach dropped a little bit. "The mafia that's been in the news lately? For the shootings?"

"Well, those are our colleagues. I spend most of my time negotiating with major business leaders," he explained casually, as if this was an everyday thing. "For our drug imports. Of course, I'm not afraid to get my hands a little dirty, too...."

I watched as opened his suit jacket, revealing a small pistol and knife. I paled a little.

"So ask again, pretty boy. Maybe a little nicer this time."