TOUCH OF THE DEVIL | A MAFIA ROMANCE

5.

A knock was heard and my head snapped towards the door. I quickly took the small pocket knife I always had hidden behind my back and slid it under the bed.

"Come in," I called out as the door opened. I tensed up when I saw my kidnapper come in. I narrowed my eyes and asked,

"What do you want?"

"To give you the answers," He said as he invited himself in.

I moved a little, inviting him to sit on the bed. After my little crying session, I had decided to take a shower and now I was seated in pyjamas.

"How are you doing?" He whispered sitting on the bedside.

"If you're here for a little chitchat, please leave," I demanded. No part of me wanted to talk shit. I wanted to know why I was kidnapped.

"Well, we have a big business and there was a girl who stole a few of our...stocks. She has been selling our stocks illegally to others. We've been trying to find her for a few days now. My men thought you looked like her-"

"What the hell,"

"So, they took you and well here you are." He explained.

"Wait, that's it?" I asked him Furrowing my brows. "You kidnapped me-"

"My men."

"-Because you thought I looked a lot like the girl who stole from you? What did she steal anyways?" I asked him, curiosity stirring inside of me.

"Stocks, she stole our stocks, you don't have to know what they are." He said looking away.

"Well, I wanna go home."

"No."

"What do you mean, no?"

"I mean no." He said as he stood up. I stood up as well and stared at him.

"You can't just do that! Why can't I leave?!" I shouted, grasping his hand as he was about to leave.

In a second, my back hit the wall as pain exploded through my spine. I gasped when I realised that he had pinned me to the wall, his hands on my neck.

"Because I said so."  He gritted out as his grip on my neck tightened. I took in all the strength I could and tried to remove his hands from my neck or kick him in his balls but his body was pinning me down. He put his whole weight on my body preventing me to move even an inch.

I looked at him in horror as he tried to choke me. My eyes widened when his other grip on my waist tightened even further. I think this man had killed many people in his life, the way his eyes were burning was making me flinch.

My breaths became very short as I tried to speak. His hazel orbs darkened and expanded as he started into my soul.

"Who are you?" I managed to choke out as my lungs began to burn and water filled my eyes. I wished I had my knife with me right now. A little pressure on his grip and I would pass out.

"You greatest pleasure and your worst nightmare." He whispered his Italian accent filled with so much venom in his voice that made me flinch.

He let go of me suddenly as I fell to the ground trying to catch my breath. He frowned at me with guilt and regret in his eyes and left the room without another word.

A few seconds later, Lilah came into the room looking at me with sorrow and guilt as she whispered soothing things into my ear. None of that helped me.

I stared at the door where he had exited from. I can't believe he tried to kill me. My mind blocked out everything, only focusing on the door.

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I drank the water and looked at Lilah who was standing beside me.

"I want to go home," I begged her. "Please."

She glanced at me not keeping eye contact and shook her head as I lost hope, once again.

"I'm sorry but it's not up to me. What he did was not on purpose, should know that." She told me as I stared at her in disbelief.

"What do you mean? He tried to kill me. Oh right, how could I forget, I am kidnapped!" I laughed as Lilah stared at me.

She opened her mouth to speaks but I stopped her. "Please, if there's nothing you can do, leave. Just... leave me alone." I said dripping my head on my hands.

I was having a great night with my friends and all of a sudden I got kidnapped. Being robbed would have been better, at least then I wouldn't be in the same house with the psychotic man.

I fiddled with my pocket knife and looked at the door. Maybe I could escape. As soon as it's 1 pm, I'll leave. By then, everybody is asleep.

I made a mental plan on how I was going to escape but it all vanished when I remember that there were guards all around. If they're there in the morning, they will be there at night.

So, I took a nap and hoped for the best and tried hard to block that stupid negative mind of mine.

There was nothing else to do, there was no escape, there was nobody to talk to so I took a nap.

I woke up to a knock on the door. I gulped and took my pocket knife, afraid that it was him again. Buts it was a maid, not Lilah, she placed a black dress on the bed and left asking me to wear it and get ready.

I scoffed. Looking at the dress I thought of how much of a maniac the man was to send me a dress, a black one at that. It was a dress I would wear when I would go partying.

I didn't want it though, but I had to. It occurred to me that if I didn't wear it I would probably be dead. So, I took in Lilah's advice to 'just listen to him' and put on the dress since I imagined hazel eyes chopping my body parts and selling it.

I was turning nervous by the time it turned 10 pm. The maid had told me that he would drop by my room at 10.10 pm.

I went to the bathroom to see how I looked and I must say, I looked fine. My hair was reaching my shoulders. My lips were soft and plump and the dress was hugging my curves perfectly. Lilah had come in and did a light make-up. She left giving me a piece of advice.

Thank God that Ashely had asked me to take those gym classes.

But my heart suddenly dropped, I remembered why I was here. I knew no one. And suddenly I never wanted to be uglier.

The thought of Ashley brought a frown to my face and anger flared through me.

When I heard the door open, I made sure that I wasn't going to break down or attack anybody because then I would have to pay, I knew that.

I came out of the bathroom and saw that he was standing there in a suit. I stared at him, not saying a word as my hands clenched.

"I'm sorry." He murmured as I continued staring at him.

"For what? Almost killing me?" I gritted out. He clenched his jaw and opened his mouth. But he said nothing about the incident.

"You're coming with me, to a dinner."

I glared at him like a maniac. What was wrong with him?! He was just trying to kill me and now he wants to take me to dinner!

"A date?" I smirked forgetting all about what just happened. My cocky self resurfacing. Whenever I was dressed, I got more confident.

"No."

"Alright then. Whatever you say. Gotta follow you, might try killing me again." I smirked, knowing I hit a nerve.

Sorry for the late update. I couldn't go through the draft so there may be some mistakes found. Thanks for reading! Please Vote, Comment and Share!