Collision With The Mafia King

Chapter 4

Jennaia's pov

I looked back Sharon and almost let a sob but I compose myself and got down from the chair.

Then looked straight at the tall Asian man, one of the people apart from Vivian, Joyce, Sharona and the only doctor who treats all the Mafians-Ms.Stone whom I've seen for the past week I've been here.

And as for Mr.Greeneyes-theKidnapper,
I haven't seen him ever since that night. When I woke up, the next day apparently there was something important going on so I couldn't see the Don nor could I see Mr.Green-eyes. And that's when I met them.

The tall Asian man-Sean is very quiet and doesn't say much. He is really nice though and I've grown accustomed to his quiet but safe presence, he's almost like a bodyguard but that wouldn't make sense because that means he's supposed bro guard me but how is that possible when I'm being held CAPTIVE?!!?

Yes I'm very much still angry about that fact. And I'm sure I have every right to be.

Rona hugs me again and says,
"It will be okay." And I nod.

"Let's go." I say to Sean. He nods and moves aside from the door to let me step ou then he takes the lead.

We walk, passing through different areas of the house and by the beautiful white walls of the house. They look so white as if they were made from clouds, like they had never been stained.
If they had ever been? And what could have stained them?

"Where are we going?" I ask him softly.
"We're going to his office." Sean answers.
And I just nod.

I try to imagine the Don from what Sharona has said but I can't wrap my head around the fact, why a nice person would kidnap someone?
Or why Mr.Greeneyes didn't just leave me there and why they are being nice or are paid to be nice?
And what this meeting is about? Why would a Don want to meet me?
Or what if they.... they know him and called him?
At the thought and a shiver ran through my spine, I put my arms around myself instinctively, hugging myself and wipe a few stray tears.

"Hey are you, okay?" Sean asks.

"I...I'm fine." I said.

He doesn't look convinced but thankfully he doesn't push it.

He knocks on a beautiful mahogany door, his right hand having a beautiful pink rose at the side with intricate details and says something in Italian and gets a response in Italian.

He opens the door, I step in.

I start to walk in but then I realise I don't hear footsteps behind me.

I turn back,"W-won't you come in w-with me?" I ask in a pleading manner, sounding so desperate but I needed someone I knew there, even if I just met him.

"No." He says deep and rough.
It cuts through my little strand of hope.

"Oh, ok."I say not hiding my disappointment.
I've slowly grown accustomed to his presence over the past week subconsciously, even though he literally works for the Don.
I feel my tears falling again.

I'm such a crybaby, huh?

He puts a hand on my shoulder.
"Its gonna be ok, okay? He's not going to hurt you,okay. You don't have anything to be afraid of. Just answer his questions truthfully, okay? " And I nod.

"Now wipe your tears." He says, and I use the back of my hand to wipe my stray tears.

"Go! He's waiting."

I walk into the grand office.
Its has a large full sized window showing the beautiful afternoon May sky, with the greens just shining and in peace and solitude together.
I wish I was like them, like nature. In peace and solitude .