His Mafia Princess - J.H

Chapter 6

Mirriella pov

I woke up in the same room I was in before. This time, I was tied to a chair. There was something crusty on the side of my head, I could only assume that it was dried blood. Just like before, the lights are completely off and any sound you make echoes off the walls.

"Get me out of these fucking handcuffs you asshole." I screamed as I pulled against the metal.

"You need to keep your voice down." His voice came through the room.

"You're an asshole. I bet you get off on this shit." I spat as he chuckled and turned the lights on.

"Maybe. Maybe not. That's none of your business." He teased as he leant against the wall, holding a bottle of rubbing alcohol. "Here's how it's going to go; you're going to be quiet and let me talk, or I hurt your family." He smirked.

Oh you think you did something there?

"Go right ahead, I haven't got any family worth fighting for." I said cockily.

"But they're your blood." He protested, realising his blackmail didn't work as well as he thought it would.

"Blood doesn't mean shit to me. If they don't treat me like blood, I won't treat them like blood. It's as fucking simple as that." I dismissed.

"Blood is thicker than wate-"

"If you're going to quote that quote, at least say it in it's entirety: the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. Meaning that the bonds we choose to form are stronger than the bonds we are forced to hold. Keep it up, my family don't mean shit to me." I cut him off.

"Oh really?" He smirked.

"Yes." I lied.

There's no way he knows.

"Not even Celia?"

Fuck sake.

Celia, my niece, the only person I can tolerate in my family. She is one of the sweetest girl you'll ever know, and it's such a shame about her dad. My older brother. He's not the worst, but he's not the best either. He wasn't really there for my childhood. Well he was, but he wasn't. He was abused before I was born, my grandpa wasn't the nicest person and did a lot of awful things to him. He turned to drugs to forget everything that happened to him. When he finally got sober, he didn't recognise me, he doesn't know who I am. He acknowledges the fact that I'm his sister, but won't put in the effort to make a connection. But Celia, she is my world and it is very often you'll find her at my house. She turns fourteen in a few months.

"Leave her out of this. She's gone through enough." I begged as I pulled on the handcuffs.

"I think you know what to do." He replied cockily.

"What do you want?" I asked, giving in to the fact that I know there's no getting out of it.

"I want you to work for me." He stated.

"Why me?" I asked again.

"Well that's because you're stubborn, you're also very smart with money. I could use someone like you by my side. You can come with me to my meetings, and make sure that I'm not getting screwed over in any deals." He explained as he walked over to me and started to pour the rubbing alcohol on the cut on my head. I winced slightly but forced my face back into an expressionless one.

"So like an accountant?" I asked him as he walked away from me.

"You'll get paid twenty times more than an accountant but sure, you can use that comparison." He shrugged.

"Fine. But promise me you won't hurt Cee Cee." I bargained.

"I promise." I sighed out of relief. "But you'll need to live here. I can't risk you going outside by yourself." He added. My jaw dropped.

"What?" I asked in disbelief.

"You heard me, it's either that, or I'll have my men pay little Celia a visit." He threatened.

"Get me out of these fucking cuffs." I demanded as I shook them again.

"Do you agree?" He asked not moving.

"Get these cuffs off me." I screamed.

"Do you fucking agree?" He shouted at me.

"Yes I fucking agree, now get me out of these fucking cuffs." I shouted as I pulled on them again, my wrists becoming red from how hard I was pulling against them.

"Fine." He walked over and undid the cuffs.

I stood up and walked around the room. I felt my bones crack as I stood up and I enjoyed it. I considered running out of the room, but I knew that he was entirely too fast for me to beat him. I looked back and saw his back to me, I was about to attempt to run before he spoke.

"Don't even think about it." He said as he turned around. "You're coming with me. Come on." He said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room.

"Where are we going?" I asked as he took me out to an Audi.

Completely black, metallic black. There was a limousine tint on all of the windows including the windshield. The wheels had a deep blue rim, and the inside of his car had a blue led light border. This car was hot. He also had a private plate on it.

"My house." He mumbled as he started the engine.

"This isn't your house?" I asked in disbelief.

"Nope, this is my work building. My house is a little way from here." He explained as he turned onto the freeway. He pushed the metal to the floor, and the car reached over 100mph. I decided to test him.

"Is that as fast as she can go?" I teased. He looked over at me and smirked.

Suddenly, the car went ridiculously fast, almost hitting 200mph. I laughed as he dodged the other cars on the road. It was actually quite fun and made me forget about how much of an asshole he can be.