Tied to the devil

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Maia POV

I wake up in an unknown place, the last thing I remember is being on the plane having a panic attack. I don't even know what country I am in.

The bedroom is huge probably the size of my whole apartment and there is a modern on-suite and a walk-in wardrobe attached to it. I go into the bathroom to take a shower where the water won't be cold, people don't realise hot water can be a luxury.

I wrap a towel around myself whilst doing my hair and washing my face making me look slightly presentable not like I was just knocked the fuck out from those pills. The wardrobe is filled with clothes that all look exactly my size which is a little bit creepy even the bras, not weird at all.

I put on an off the shoulder white flowery blouse and some light blue mom jeans; if I'm being honest, I would prefer a hoodie and joggers, but I guess that isn't an option.

I decide to explore this place trying to figure out where the hell I am and how to get out. The corridor is light but there is a certain danger to it that I can't put my finger on, the floor is marble and there are unusual paintings covering the walls. One of fighting lions,covered in blood and an other dark shades of the rainbow surrounding a person tied with ropes.

The corridor then leads to a ballroom style staircase and thousands of doors going off in different directions, how big is this place?

I can hear voices downstairs, so I walk down feeling like a princess going into a ball, I can recognise two of the voices, it's definitely Carlos and Gideons' very deep tone but there is one I haven't heard before. I sneak around the corner so they can't see me whilst I listen to their conversation.

"We know that he stole the shipment, we need to get the motherfucker" unknown voice says. "He will come out of the shadows when he found out what we have, don't worry we will kill him" Carlos replies. "We first need to find out what he is planning" the low voice of Gideon grumbles, I think he is scarier than Carlos, but Carlos is definitely in charge.

Who is 'he'? And what do they have that 'he' wants?

I know how organised crime works there are always people fighting for more power and money but there is always someone or something every is after and when they have it, they are in control.

It affects the number of drugs they sell and what areas they can deal in, everything in the criminal world is a chain reaction from the top. If something crashes it all comes down.

The group of men disperse to their assigned jobs; I thought they all left so I head into the industrial sized modern kitchen that has the biggest island I have ever seen, there is food already on display most likely made by a personal chef. I haven't been in this sort of rich life in 4 years, and I don't really miss it, I prefer to cook myself and be independent.

I sit down on the island stool and take a plate and serve myself, I am so fucking hungry. I take some pancakes and coat them in syrup and fruit and m&m's, honestly this is going to be my first breakfast in a while, I usually just skip it.

I sink into my thoughts, where I am and why I am here, when someone say "Good morning" I jump at the scare not prepared for anyone to talk to me.

"Shit you scared me" I reply my breathing slowing down after the shock. They chuckle in response to my reaction; I didn't think it was funny but sure.

"I'm Mario Marchetti I don't think we have met yet" he introduces with a genuine smile on his face. He seems nicer than the other two, at least less intense and tight up.

His smile reminds me of Aaron, but I also noticed his last name is also Marchetti he must be related to Carlos.

I turn to my breakfast and start to laugh to myself thinking of the best nickname for this guy. "Umm okay what's so funny" he asks more serious now.