Mr. Mafia's Bodyguard

Chapter Fifty-two

My day was going by as usual today, and I could feel I was very happy. Even though the threat note threatened to ruin my newfound peace, and even though there is a certain unsetttling feeling within me that caused me to puke earlier this morning after reading that note, I refused to let fear drown this new happiness.

"You look exceptionally happy today." Madam Alero said to me, I turned to see her leaning on the counter with a small smile on her face and her hand on her jaw. I realized then that I had just been staring out the door smiling.

"I guess so." I blushed, shy to have been caught zoned out like that.

"Hmm." She breaths, her eyes still scrutinizing me with a smile on her face, I notice how well she has aged with fine lines on her forehead and crinkles around her eyes, her thin pink lips are glossy and her old, motherly eyes have a certain warm feeling to them. "Is it a man?"

I gasp, staring back at her with a mix of bewilderment and amusement. "What makes you think so?" I struggle wastefully to hide the huge smile on my face.

"I have been young and in love before." She shrugs. "I know what a smile caused by a man looks like."

I chuckle at her comment and shake my head lightly in amusement. "Well I guess there is no denying it then."

"Obviously, you can't fool me." She jokes. "I just hope you both cherish what you have and make the right choices, young people are bound to make mistakes anyways, just don't let them determine your relationship." She pats my back lovingly before walking away and I ponder a little over her words but a customer comes in, interrupting the moment.

The day goes by quickly, and there is a certain excitement in my heart at the thought of seeing Stephano at the end of the day. I am at the restaurant, serving all the customers with a cheerful smile that I didn't have before. Even my co-workers comment at my unusual friendliness but I just want to feel what it is to be truly happy for once, and I want the feeling to last, without any fears. I have never really been happy in my life since I lost my mother and the feeling is new to me, but I want it to last forever. When my shift at the restaurant is over, I take off my uniform and I throw on an extra clothe I had in my bag that I didn't initially wear to work. A short, flare, floral gown, I let my hair down, comb my hand through it and I leave the restaurant, approaching my car with a broad smile. It's already late, so the sky is dark but the moonlight is bright tonight. I reach my car and pull out my keys from my bag and that's when I feel a sudden presence behind me. I think to turn but I feel an object on my head.

"Don't move." I hear the gruff, masculine voice behind me and I still, my heart pounding wildly.

"What do you want?" I grunt angrily.

"Shut up and get in the back seat." He orders, I unlock the car before opening the door to the backseat hesitantly.

"Get in." He orders.

I gulp, before slowly putting my feet in and getting in.

"Move." He orders again and I shift, making a space that he quickly occupies, his gun never leaving my head.

"What do you want from me?!" I yell, unable to contain myself and in the next moment, I am choking on a handkerchief, I struggle, flail and fight as he presses it to my nose firmly, I hold my breath until I can't, and soon my vision is clouded with black dots.

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My eyes slowly open and a strange feeling of pain on my wrists and ankles cause me to groan loudly and snap my eyes open fully, I am in an empty room with very little light and I am tied to a chair, my wrists are tied behind me and my ankles are tied too. I try to scream but it comes out muffled and that's when I realize my mouth is sealed with duct tape. The walls in this room are dirty and unpainted. I can hear my loud breathing, the only noise in the empty room, there is a closed window and a small metal door and I look around and realize I am in the middle of the room. A very unsettling feeling overwhelms me and I feel the urge to puke my guts out, I close my eyes, trying to think of anything to get rid of the feeling, and the first thought that crosses my mind is Stephano. He would probably be looking for me now, we were supposed to go on a date, I wonder how long it's been since I passed out, the faint light rays coming in through the window tell me I was abducted last night and it's another day. I look around me, trying to figure out something to get me out of here. I whip my head to the door as it creaks open and a man walks in through the door. A bald man, wearing a worn out shirt and washed jeans with a gun slung around his shoulder. He smiles wickedly as he notices my glare.

"Ah, you're awake." He chuckled. "Finally."

Something rings in my head, I know I have seen this man before, and it quickly snaps, he is one of Stollo's men, to be more specific, this was Stollo's bodyguard I think.
I simply continue to glare at him, I shouldn't be surprised, I knew if anyone would come after me, it would be someone connected to the mafia.

"You didn't think you could get away so easily did you?" He asked, walking closer to me slowly.

I clench my fists behind me and try to think of anyway to maneuver the situation. I gasp painfully as he suddenly rips the duct tape off my lips and the pain shoots right through me.

"You wouldn't be needing that, you don't look like a screamer to me, and even if you do, no one will come for you, you will simply have your tongue cut off." He grins before bringing his rough hands to my face and rubbing my jaw, I feel anger grow in me at his touch and suddenly the need to throw up is back, and I don't resist it, I throw up, gagging and letting out the contents of my stomach unto his face.

He screamed and backed away from me angrily wiping his face with his shirt.

I simply stare at him with cold eyes, his beaded eyes burn with fury and he lands a slap to my cheek. The sound echoing through the empty room and the stinging pain shooting through me. I feel an urge to rub the spot, but my arms are tied so I simply spit, but it misses him, luckily for him. He charges at me, hitting me again, and again, I count two blows and I feel my eyes water and my consciousness threaten to slip away.

"You will be lucky if you're still alive before she arrives, puta." He mutters before leaving the room and slamming the door shut loudly, causing the chair I was currently tied to, to vibrate and I was left with a throbbing headache.

I groan, wondering why I felt weak all of a sudden. The feeling was very annoying and nauseous.  I just hoped I get out of this in one piece. But now, there was one question left to ask.

Who is the she he is talking about?

I have no strength to think, my body aches and I feel very weak, even if I think of a way to get out of here, there is no assurance that I would be able to pull it off in this state.

I close my eyes and just keep taking deep breaths, praying for strength to return to me and for a plan to find its way to my brain. I snap my eyes open again as the door snaps open and there is the answer to my question, standing at the door with a menacing glare and two men behind her. My eyes widen slightly, a bit of surprise finding its way through me, but then again, who else could I think it would be?

She is glaring coldly at me with her blue eyes, fine lines visible on her aging face and her salt and pepper hair tied into a bun. I wonder if Stephano would also be surprised to know his Grandma was behind all this.

A/N: To you all who thought it would be Stephano's dad, hehehe (evil laugh) 😏